Forge was a Draxian. They were an offshoot of the Gnolls, but unlike their dirty, less-than-civiliazed cousins, the Canis had risen above their baser instincts. They knew that there were ways to live in peace, that the land could offer some of their needs, and they didn’t need to simply TAKE what they wanted.

However, they often lived in what the other races considered backwater ways. Still somewhat nomadic, they would move when the season required, or when the land needed a rest.

This is about Forge, a Justicar for the government of the nation. But not a Justicar assigned to a territory, like a roaming sherrif to help local law enforcement, but one who was tasked with roaming to keep the peace, and troubleshoot. A top-gun of the Justicars; with only a step or two between him and the King.

Forge didn’t do this alone, he had his Deputey, Penzalen; a devoute follow of the Deity Valleron. Penn was an Ursar, a large, bear-like creature, who was nearly as good with his scatter-gun as his very sharp axe.