Half-Orc Monk1/Fighter1
(Currently missing, having been unrecovered from a silt-barge collision.)
Toka’a is a broad-shouldered figure who moves economically but is liberal with his eyes. He brandishes his bony, unscarred, ashy face to set him apart from his savage kin and speaks in measured tones to the same end.
His massive fingers glide about his guisarme as he shifts its weight easily. Tightly wrapping his body is a muddy gray cloak that barely conceals an old mithral chain shirt. His thick sandals, hobnailed and laced up high, facilitate his footing, and a peculiar heavy black sack runs the full length of the sheath of a greatsword strapped to his back.
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Abandoned at birth and found by farmers, this dark green-skinned urchin was taken in by a human village and cared for. He was fed, nurtured, and taught. But as he approached puberty, Toka’a became too active, too destructive, and too uncooperative for the small settlement. At their wits’ end, his caretakers gave Toka’a up to the Wise Men of the Waterfalls.
The esoteric hillmen welcomed the challenge of shaping a halfgreen orphan and immediately meted out harsh discipline. There, in the sparse, biting cold of rock valleys and winding paths, Toka’a was broken and recast. The men conditioned him to seek hardship, to defend his body by sharpening his mind, to tear meaty choice from the fabric of destiny, and to submit to the Wider Way. He accomplished his work beneath the unforgiving flow of the Wet Sheets, bombarded by the elements and given little quarter, surrounded only by the hillmen and their sage riddles, and became one of them.
When it was time for Toka’a to seek his own Sitting Stone, he left the roaring valleys. He was convinced his place was elsewhere. He traveled far, witnessing the vicissitudes of rural and cramped life alike, learning that even tame places were yet wild, and came to embrace these vagaries. Finding employ in a powerful noble’s house, he traded his martial skills to indulge his senses. Unable to ignore his patron’s own cruel excesses, however, Toka’a sortied anew to the road; and he continues to this day, seeing each obstacle as his personal Sitting Stone.