I was born into a tribe of orcs, vicious creatures. I was the runt of the family. My father never understood why I never was strong enough to pick up a weapon or why I never tried to learn divine magic. My mother was just as bad. One day we were attacked. The attackers were a band of 4 magic users. They fought valiantly but 3 of them were struck down. The fourth was Davan. He taught me some magic and we used that to escape. We ran. We ran away from my family, my clan, and my home. We got back to his tower. He made me his apprentice. I turned out to be one of his best ever. I was a prodigy. I was that way for 10 years. Then about 6 months ago Davan left. He came here. He was supposed to be soon so I left to come here and find him.