Bar-Then The Kneebreaker

I grew up in a small tribe by the name of Itela, as part of the Free States. We are a tribe that hunts, fishes, and farms. As a child, we would always trade with a nearby orc settlement, Trantal. The orcs lived on top of a mine and were excellent blacksmiths so we would often trade food and leather for weapons and armor. Trading was the only thing that connected us, they looked down on us and saw us as puny, necessary allies. As I grew my humble parents taught me helpful skills. My mother taught me how to farm and how to tame animals. My father taught me how to hunt, snare, and fight. I was always the fastest strongest, and most athletic youth. I also learned a simple orcish tongue so that I could eventually interact with the nearby tribe. When I was finally old enough to work the trading route with the orcs, I would often stop by the fighting pits and watch as long as I could before they would yell at me to leave. I would practice what dad taught me and what I saw from the pits at home on the stuffed dummy I made. Once, when I was sixteen I was overstaying my welcome at the fighting pits and a drunken orc handed me a battleax and leather shield and pushed me into the ring with a young orc that had just killed his opponent. The orc yelled in his language, "These pits aren't free! If you want to watch so much, then you're going to have to fight!" Startled, I got up and battled the young orc. We traded some blows and he even got a pretty deep cut in my shield-wielding arm, but I eventually bested him by breaking his knee with a hard kick from the side. He was kneeling, I raised my weapon for the finishing blow, and he closed his eyes, accepting defeat. I threw the weapon to the ground and instead picked up the past enemy under my shoulder to help him to the infirmary. I learned of his name, Rog the Blunt. Ever since the orc tribe has respected me and allowed me to fight in the pits whenever I pleased. They still didn't entirely love my tribe but respected me and my people nonetheless. Traveling with the party for many years, Bar saw many different conflicts and the atrocities committed by the Infinitum Cult. Experiencing the own desolation of his family and people, Bar chose to stay with the three surviving kids of Itela, Timmy, Tommy, and Tubby before being captured by the cult himself. Influenced by the whispers of the watcher and succumbing to the cult's wishes, he hunted the party across Tolria and to the Imperial capital of Nathas. After being chased to the crystal cave of Amera, Bar-Then was killed and launched into an energy field protecting the sanctum before he was taken into Ameras grace by his lifelong friend, Thomm, who had also found his own peace. In his additional timeline due to the altering done by Fraljar, he saved the world of Tolria and fixed the Continuum Crystal before adventuring to lands beyond with his friend Thomm..