Kabral
“I’ve got my mother’s manners. I also have my father’s face. It’s in my pack.”
Kabral was raised on a distant farmstead, itself one of the first casualties to the rising Green Horde. His mother brought him as human as she could, not really knowing the orcish way. When she passed, he remained at the farm, a valuable hand, made so by his great strength and stamina, and in no small part, his natural talents as a warrior. When the Green Horde descended, this time as zombies, Kabral’s valiant defense let most of the people escape to relative safety.
