Crazk

Crazk of the Bloodstone Orc clan was born under a blazing red moon, which everyone agreed was either a powerful omen… or indigestion from the feast the night before. As the second son of War Lord Akun—the mountain of muscle who leads the clan through sheer intimidation and occasional furniture throwing—Crazk was destined for greatness. Unfortunately, his definition of greatness differs wildly from his father’s. While Akun believes in conquering villages, roaring at thunder, and solving political disputes with axes, Crazk believes in trade agreements, diversified exports, and the radical notion that not everything needs to be set on fire first. He dreams of expanding the Bloodstone trade routes, establishing profitable exchanges with neighboring clans, and—whisper it carefully—possibly even trading with humans. Yes. Humans. He has charts. He has maps. He once said the phrase “mutually beneficial commerce” out loud, and three warriors fainted. Crazk is tall, broad-shouldered, and perfectly capable of crushing skulls. He simply prefers not to. He keeps ledgers instead of trophies. His battle scars are fewer than average, but his paper cuts are legendary. His largest obstacle is not market instability or interspecies diplomacy. It is his father. War Lord Akun has attempted to kill Crazk at least a dozen times—poisoned arrows at breakfast, suspiciously unstable cliff walks, bribes to rival assassins, and one extremely aggressive “father-son bonding hunt.” Crazk has survived all of them through a combination of strategic thinking, suspicious luck, and once by hiding behind Danu. Crazk, meanwhile, simply adjusts his trade projections and schedules negotiations between assassination attempts. He believes the Bloodstone Orcs could dominate not just battlefields, but markets. He envisions caravans flying Bloodstone banners across territories, goods flowing, alliances forming, profits rising. If only he could survive long enough to file the paperwork.