Gorax

Gorax awakens face down. His norstrils flare as takes in strange scents. He rises to his feet and scans his surroundings. "These are not my lands" he grumbles to himself. He looks up to the sky above, raises a fist and yells "damn you sorcerer! What black magic is this.... you could not best me in battle so you use your  spells to cast me away? COWARD!! Fight me!" Gorax lowers his head in disbelief. He catches the scent of a distant camp fire, someone is cooking meat nearby. Gorax heads out in the direction of the smoke. His strong orc legs move him quickly, with purpose. He grumbles to himself "I must rebuild"...