Bolga
- Speed
- 30 ft
Base attributes
- Charisma
- 10
- Constitution
- 14
- Dexterity
- 13
- Intelligence
- 8
- Strength
- 15
- Wisdom
- 12
FactionNeutrals
Starting equipment
- "We're looking for some ruins, or a cave, or something... I don't really know — only Dugath knows exactly what
- The half-orc grins and bares her weapons. "Well, let's see how you ask rudely!"
- "I'm sure you understand as well as I do."
- "Ha! Let them try. We thinned their ranks plenty already — we'll just have to finish what we started!"
- "Long ago, he was the greatest of the Numerian chieftains, and Gorum's chosen! Armag was so strong, no mortal
- Bolga raises her gaze from the map. "You again? You need something?"
- "Me? No, no. Just seasoned enough to lead a group. Our chieftain is Armag the Twice-Born!" Bolga says the name
- "Varnhold? Where's that?" The barbarian looks down at her map and finds a rough sketch of the area. "Hmm, no.
- "It'd be nice if we had! So far it's just dirt, crap, and monsters. Like we don't get enough of that back in N
- "They're witches who serve Armag. They seem to know a lot about the world — history, gods, even other worlds..
- "Sounds like your problem to deal with. No way we're leaving here after dusk."
- "That so? Sounds to me like you're just spinning tales in the hopes of snatching something from us while we pa
- "Oh, really? Let's see you try!"
- The barbarian's jaw drops in surprise. "Wha-what? Those ugly things? Are you crazy?"
- The barbarian shrugs. "The orcs have lands nearby. A lot can happen between two neighboring peoples."
- Bolga slaps your shoulder, laughing loudly. "Good one! You had me going!"
- A half-orc woman sits by the fire. Her clothes are made of leather and fur, matching the rest of the barbarian
- The barbarian stares into your eyes, but she's the first to drop her gaze. "Fine... Have it your way."
- When Bolga's gaze stops on Nok-Nok, she chuckles. "Quite a beast you got there. Ones like that, we use for rag
- "Damn!" Bolga leaps to her feet. "Thanks for the warning. Listen up, everyone! Alarm! Pack up — now!"
- The barbarian shrugs. "Well, sounds odd, but all right. We weren't planning on staying long anyway. Pack up, e
- "They're in our main camp, here." Bolga points at a cross on her map. "If you're looking to hire us or have so
- "Sure, no point in denting our asses in this hole. We'll head out soon, most like. Safe journey to you!"
- "Numeria is the land with adamantine in its soil, and its people have adamantine in their hearts." The barbari