Thorg - XERES LIVE!

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Basic Information

Full Name

Thorg

Nickname(s)

"The Big One" (general); "Thorg" (he only answers to this)

Race (Grade)

Ogre (E)

Class

Guardian / Laborer

Height

10'2"

Birthday

Unknown (Clan did not track such things)

Age

Unknown

Birthsign

Unknown

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Bloodline Ability

🔮Unknown

This Bloodline ability has not yet been unveiled to you.

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Physical Description

Thorg, The Big One

Appearance

Thorg is a large ogre built on a scale that makes most doorways a matter of personal judgment. His skin is a deep blue-grey, the color of storm clouds over a mountain pass, and his broad, heavy-featured face is framed by the small pointed ears typical of his kind. He is entirely bald, which reads less as a feature and more as an inevitability, as though hair would simply have been redundant given everything else he is working with. His frame is immense in both height and breadth, with arms that carry visible, functional muscle without requiring any particular flexing to demonstrate it. He wears simple working clothes: a white linen shirt with the sleeves pushed to the elbows and a deep burgundy vest trimmed with gold thread, the one piece of clothing he has maintained with care since it was given to him during his time in Goodberry. The vest is fitted for a man roughly half his width and shows the adjustments made to accommodate him. He wears a small earring in one ear. He does not remember where he got it. He keeps it anyway.

Unique Characteristics

Thorg moves with the considered, deliberate weight of something that has learned over decades that careless movement breaks things, and that broken things cause problems. In a bustling market or crowded room he becomes almost unnaturally careful, each step placed with a precision his size does not suggest. His default expression is a focused scowl that is not anger so much as concentration: it is simply what his face does when he is working or thinking, which is most of the time. He smiles rarely and briefly, but those who have seen it report it as genuinely disarming. He does not speak frequently, and when he does his vocabulary is plain and his sentences short, not because he lacks intelligence but because he has not found that more words tend to produce better results. When he is standing still and watching something, which he does often, it is easy to mistake him for a very large piece of architecture. Several people have made this mistake. He does not correct them unless it becomes necessary.

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Personality

Positive Traits

Absolute loyalty, once given, does not waver
Reliable to a degree that becomes almost structural
Capable of genuine gentleness with small things
Does not complain; simply does what needs doing
Reads danger before it announces itself

Challenging Traits

Grief for his clan sits permanently just beneath the surface
Deeply uncomfortable with unfamiliar social customs
Prone to solving problems physically when words might do
Has not processed what being freed actually means yet
Goodberry's laws confuse him; he follows them anyway

Small boy bought thirty-two people with one piece of gold. Thorg has seen grown men not do that with a whole life.

You say Thorg is free now. Thorg understands this. Thorg chooses to stay. These are not the same thing and Thorg knows the difference.

Boy goes to jail for doing right thing. Thorg does not understand this city. Thorg will wait.

Likes

Hard work that produces visible results
Knowing where Tingle is at all times
People who do the right thing, even if its hard
Open sky; enclosed spaces require adjustment
When things are simple and clear and honest

Dislikes

Slavers, with a totality that requires no elaboration
Being told something is impossible to carry
Pity; he has received enough of it to know what it costs
Laws that punish people for doing good things
The current distance between himself and Tingle

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Background & History

The Dragon's Eye Clan

Thorg grew up in the high passes of the Dragon's Eye Mountains with the rest of his clan, a small and largely self-sufficient community of ogres who had occupied the same seasonal routes for generations. Life there was hard in the way that mountain life is hard: demanding, unambiguous, and ultimately honest about what it asked of you. The clan was not wealthy by any external measure. They moved between elevated summer camps and lower winter valleys following game and weather, trading occasionally with the scattered mountain settlements that had learned not to fear them. Thorg was a young adult by his clan's reckoning, strong and reliable and not yet carrying the particular weight that comes with having survived things. He had responsibilities among his people and met them without drama. It was enough. He did not know, then, that it would later feel like everything.

The Migration South

The decision to migrate south toward Uir was made by the clan elders after two consecutive harsh winters depleted game in the mountain passes beyond what the group could sustain. It was not a decision made in panic but in the careful, considered way that clans make large choices: slowly, with argument, with the understanding that staying was also a choice with consequences. They packed what mattered, said the necessary words over the places they were leaving, and began moving south as they had always moved: together, with purpose, carrying what they owned and knowing where everyone was. Thorg walked at the rear for most of it, which was his preferred position. He could see everyone from there. The caravan was large enough to feel safe. It was not large enough.

The Attack

The slavers hit them on the lowland road three days from Uir, a coordinated ambush by a group large enough that the outcome was never genuinely in question, only the cost. Thorg fought. He fought until there was no one left to fight beside and no calculation left to make except the one between dying here and the remote possibility of something that was not yet dying. The clan did not survive. Not the elders who had argued over the migration. Not the young ones who had not been old enough to argue. Six of his people made it through the attack alive, mostly women, kept alive because slavers apply a different calculus to who has value and who does not. Thorg was kept alive because he was large, which the slavers believed made him worth something to someone. They were wrong about the last part. They were right about all the rest of it.

Two Years in Chains

What followed was two years of labor under slaver management, during which Thorg moved things, broke things, carried things, and built things at the direction of people he would have handled differently under other circumstances. The slavers discovered almost immediately that selling an ogre was not the straightforward transaction they had assumed: potential buyers were deterred by the obvious cost of feeding him, the difficulty of housing him, and the general risk assessment that came with owning something that could end the conversation whenever it chose. They tried markets in three different cities. Nobody bought him. In the meanwhile, he worked. He learned that refusing to work produced consequences for the others nearby, so he worked. He kept track of the six surviving members of his clan. He did not make plans because plans require futures and he had stopped constructing those. He simply continued to exist, which was what he had been doing since the road south, and which he had become very good at.

The Orange Boy

Thorg has tried to explain, in the days since, what it was like when the small catfolk child walked into the slaver market in Uir with his siblings and a gold bar and bought thirty-two people. He does not have the words for all of it and he knows it. What he can say is this: the boy did not negotiate. He paid what was asked and then he asked for more people and paid for those too. He did not inspect anyone or ask anyone to prove their worth or calculate their utility. He bought them because they were there and they needed to be bought, in the particular matter-of-fact way that some people do the obviously correct thing without requiring it to feel heroic. Thorg watched a child look at thirty-two strangers and decide they were his responsibility. Thorg has made a corresponding decision. He has not announced it. He does not expect it to require announcement. The boy will come out of the jail and Thorg will be there and that will be what it is.

Waiting Outside the Jail

Tingle Geodegazer is currently serving one week in the Goodberry jail for violating the law against intentional slave ownership, which is a law Thorg has been informed exists and which he respects in the abstract sense of respecting things he does not understand but accepts as part of the arrangement of this city. He has been told the sentence is one week. He has been told Tingle will be released unharmed. He believes this because the people who told him appear to love the boy and have no reason to lie about it. In the meantime, Thorg is working. There is always something to carry in a city, and being useful is the only way he knows to not be a burden. He carries things during the day. In the evenings he returns to the jail and stands somewhere nearby for a while before going back. He has not explained this to anyone who has asked, partly because he does not feel it requires explanation and partly because he is not sure the explanation would translate well. The boy goes free in a week. Thorg will be there.

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Goals

To Keep Tingle Safe

This is the whole of it. Thorg does not dress it up in other language or qualify it with conditions. A child walked into a market and spent everything he had to free thirty-two strangers and then went to jail for it without complaint or bitterness. Thorg has decided that this child will not be harmed while Thorg is alive and capable of preventing it. He understands this may create situations that require him to act in ways this city considers problematic. He intends to navigate those situations as carefully as possible and to cause as little collateral difficulty as he can manage. But the core of it does not bend. The little orange boy did a saintly thing and Thorg will be the consequence of that thing until one of them is no longer around to continue the arrangement.

To Build Something Again

Thorg does not speak of his clan. Not yet. The grief is present and functional; he carries it the way he carries heavy loads, with the full acknowledgment of the weight without letting it stop him from moving. Underneath it, though, is something that resembles intention: the six surviving members of his people are here in Goodberry now, wards of the state, beginning lives in a city that was built by people who understand what it is to construct a community from very little. Thorg watches this happen. He does not know yet what his role in it will be. He knows he has one. The clan migrated south looking for something better. They found only disaster and grief, but some of them are still here, and Thorg is still here, and a city that will jail a child for doing a good thing is still, by his assessment, a better place than the road south was. Something can be built. He is patient. He is good at waiting.

To Understand This Place

Goodberry is genuinely strange to Thorg. It has laws against slavery and then jails children for not following those laws precisely enough, which is a contradiction he accepts but cannot fully parse. It has people who are very small doing things that should require being very large, and things that should be simple being made complicated, and a general level of noise and activity that the mountains never produced. He is trying to understand it because understanding a place is the only way to be useful in it without causing damage. He asks questions when he trusts the person being asked, which is not yet many people but is slowly becoming more. He listens carefully. He makes no rapid conclusions. He has decided that a place which produces children like Tingle cannot be entirely wrong about how to be, and he is willing to extend that credit broadly enough to try to learn its rules. This is as much optimism as Thorg has ever expressed about anything, and he would not call it that.

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Current Status & Relationships

Allegiance

Southern Coalition (Goodberry) / Tingle Geodegazer

Role

Ward of the State / Self-Appointed Guardian

Relationships

Tingle Geodegazer (The orange boy; the reason Thorg is here; currently in jail for one week; Thorg is counting)

⚠️ Threat Assessment Warning

Thorg is cooperative, hardworking, and by all observable metrics genuinely trying to be a peaceful and productive member of Goodberry's community. He also possesses the physical capacity to cause catastrophic harm to most things he decides to cause harm to, and his protective commitment to Tingle Geodegazer is absolute and operates independently of law, social convention, or instruction from anyone short of Tingle himself. Anyone who threatens, harms, or appears to intend harm to Tingle should understand clearly that they have introduced a variable into their situation that they cannot calculate around. Thorg will not escalate without cause. He will not misread situations deliberately. He is not looking for a reason. He is simply present, watching, and waiting for the boy to come out of jail. If anyone provides him a reason, they will have Thorg's complete and undivided attention, which is not something that ends well for the person who provided the reason.