Currently 25 (400 in real time), there has been no sign of the Secret Police finding his trail, the wanted posters were less than frequent and other than the few who know him and his employer, he was once again free to continue his shenanigans where he left off. His past will be brought up every now and then but he never regretted any of it but one. Orn was nothing compared to the Wastelands-and so long as it wasn't, he had no reason to worry, though he now tries his hardest to push his luck.
This more so feeds into that dark hope that one of his antics would eventually kill him, though it took 300 years trying so far. No matter where he goes, the world left him spiteful, and to return the favor, he could only imagine it in watching Orn burn.
Born in the heart of the Wastelands, since he was a boy, chaos had always been a companion to him. A genetic abomination to his people and a tool to bandits, Lerin had lived a life as a slave to the expectation of a true monster. Destroying anything he touches, he eventually escaped Shinra Desert to explore the rest of Orn. Always hiding his true form, Lerin took on working in human towns, once he outlives a village he moves on to the next. Now working as Arms for Hire at Granny's House-the infamous brothel in Ilkwen-he finds himself stumbling on an ancient artifact he couldn't help but tamper with. Now cursed by his own stupidity, he has a choice to find a cure or let the darkpower take over. Regardless the outcome, his journey could finally put him at peace.
Comments (0)
See all