Personal Godfather: Kondor

Skaar had heard about Pandemonium Doctrine. What a crew of misfits. An elf, a troll, a goblin, and even a minotaur had found their way onto a roster with a handful of human marauders. Yet somehow they had never hired an orc. Well that had to change.

Skaar saw a coach dressing down the marauder he had sponsored. She had faked an injury in her last match. It was her first game against dwarfs and she had a sudden attack of a beard phobia.

Skaar took advantage of the situation and interrupted the conversation. He poked a stubby avocado-colored finger in her chest and berated her for fearing anything as tall as a halfling.

The marauder answered with a left hook that caught Skaar squarely on the temple. It was exactly the provocation he had hoped for. He tackled the lass and put a forearm under her chin. It only took a moment before lack of oxygen put her to sleep. He stood up, spit, cursed twice, and kicked her in the ribs to wake her up. Then he turned to her sponsor who had just witnessed the kerfuffle.

"Ya see; I can block, tackle, fight, curse, and foul. Give me her job and you won't be disappointed."

Kondor smiled gleefully. "Come with me. We will go see Coach Calthor and get you suited up for the next match."