Naheeda Sand. Interview done by Ibrahim Jabar petty officer Army of the Spider Sultanates. Possible inductee to 9th brigade.
Jabar: Name, age, sex, race, place of birth.
Sand: I bet you get all the girls with that question.
Jabar: Please answer the question ma’am.
Sand: Naheeda Sand. 21. Female. Half-orc. Horned Lizard Village.
Jabar: It says here on your sheet that your father was an orc, is that correct?
Sand: If it says that on my sheet why are you asking me?
Jabar: Did you know him?
Sand: My mother was kidnapped as a prize by some hill tribe orc and I think you can guess the rest of the story after that. It is not uncommon around these parts.
Jabar: You didn’t answer the question ma’am.
Sand: No I didn’t. I was hoping you wouldn’t notice. I never met him. My mother said that he was chieftan Gurak Al’Kursh clan of the seven broken blades. She was in love with him. He died after my birth in some sort of clan war. Woe is me. Another girl who didn’t know her daddy. This is the Venom Kingdoms. Shit like that is pretty common.
Jabar: (cough) Moving on then. The Horned Lizard village? Wasn’t that place destroyed about 10 years ago by the Kingdom of the Asp?
Sand: Yeah. Thanks for the nice childhood reminder.
Jabar: I’m sorry. Your village roamed the desert for a few years after that, correct? This would be right around the time of the Clash of the Spider and Asp.
Sand: Something like that. I had to protect my village from most things that lurked in the desert. See all the men were off fighting in the great war. It was just me, a couple dumb teenage boys, and mouths with feet. Being in the desert some things came easy. My orc blood I guess. But other things I didn’t know so I had to learn the desert ways of the gnolls and the goblins. Sometimes you gotta make nice with ‘em. I brought them items they couldn’t normally get and they taught me about how to survive in the harsh bitch Sahara. Occasionally, I would solve some fight between gnoll nomadic tribes and human villagers. People are grateful when they don’t have to deal with the “monsters” of the desert themselves. But somehow they also looked down at me with their noses ’cause
of my abilities to speak those foul languages.
Jabar: You speak both gnoll and goblin?
Sand: Did I speak wrong? You heard what I said. I acted as a sort of ambassador for my village to these desert folk. They certainly treated me better than most humans.
Jabar: Alright that will be it for now. Our preliminary interview is over. Let’s see what you can do in the training yard.
Sand: Haha. Have you ever seen a barbarian rage, Mr Jabar?
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