Krivax Dusklore

Krivax Dusklore keeps his ash-gray half-orc frame under a dented breastplate, tusks stained with soot from too many nights fixing torches he didn’t start. He fights with a battered greatsword that bears human-style notches—his old name, carved out after the day they locked him out of the guard barracks. Chaotic good shows in his choices: he pockets strangers’ keys, then gets them back.