Lazar gra-Ghok by @Zannek — Blue Skooma archive

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Name: Lazar gra-Ghok (by @Zannek)
Age: 81
Race: Orc
Flair: Facial scarring and tribal body paint

Rumors:
- Lazar has lived a full life and now seeks a 'good death' meaning she will often try to put herself in dangerous situations that may normally be avoidable, in order to have one last epic battle.

- Lazar is a skilled healer, and will offer 'natural' Orcish remedies to those who complain of ailments.

- Having previously been given the title of 'wise woman', Lazar cannot help but interrupt in situations where she feels somebody is in need of advice. Sometimes this is coupled with her sharing 'prophecies' or 'visions' for the individual, which are very open to interpretation and will often create more questions than answers.

Background:

Traveling throughout Wrothgar, one may be lucky or unlucky enough (depending on whether they were friend or foe) to happen upon the wandering Shatul tribe, which long ago was home to wise woman Lazar gra-Ghok.

For three generations the people of Shatul had been coming to Lazar for her advice, visions and healing; and although she cared deeply for the people of the tribe, when she was no longer able to birth children, and the last of the color had drained from her hair, she knew it was time leave the tribe in search of her good death.

Despite the fact that she was ready to die, and had seen her demise in hundreds of visions, she knew it would not be a good death if she simply gave up. She would have to fight, but surely it would not be long before an Orc of her age met her end in battle. She decided she would head South and be surprised if she lasted a week.

As the days rolled by, she continued South; a week turned into a month, and then a month into a year - she was still wandering the lands in search of her good death. At times even she had under-valued her talents and their value in combat, but very quickly learned that an expert in restoration makes a fearsome opponent.

The years continued to pass by and although she had been able to heal the sick, guide the lost, and slay the wicked, she grew more and more desperate to find her good death. When she inevitably crossed from Cyrodil into Valenwood, she realized she had been 'homeless' and without a tribe for 20 years now; falling to her hands and knees she cried out in rage, cursing the gods, weeping and screaming.

She pulled a dagger from her satchel and turned it upon herself, shaking as she drew it closer and closer to her neck, Lazar wept tears of joy as she came to the warped conclusion that all along she was to be her own opponent. She was so tired, completely worn from her years of travel, and no longer willing to fight.

Lazar closer her eyes and brought the dagger to the edge of her throat, but just as she was about to claim her own life, she would have yet another vision of her death - it was always the same names and faces, always the same final battle; the only thing that changed over the years was that she would appear older and older when the final arrow pierced her heart.

This was enough to remind her that it was not yet time, she would have to continue fighting if she wanted her good death, she would have to continue South.