About five years ago, Horga-at-Horg
wandered into the forests near the Plain of Burning
Water and spotted a plump bird perched high in a
tree. Horga climbed the tree, but as she reached for the
bird, she plummeted to the ground, breaking her leg. On one of his rare sojourns outside Alliance headquarters,
Thagya discovered the moaning Horga, helped her back
to the headquarters, and nursed her back to health. In
the process, Horga developed a strong admiration for
the stranger, which soon grew to a deep affection. Horga
asked to remain with Thagya, volunteering to serve as
his bodyguard and companion. Perhaps because of an
aching loneliness, Thagya accepted Horga’s offer. Soon
they became fast friends-but she never explained why she
left the Forest Ridge.
Horga’s loyalty to Thagya knows no bounds. She protects
him from danger, reminds him of his appointments, and
chastises him for going too long without rest. Horga
understands little of the Alliance’s goals and cares less,
but she devotes herself tirelessly to the cause; the enemies
of Thagya are her enemies. A ravenous appetite remains
her only vice; she devours anything even remotely edible,
and sulks when Thagya refuses to let her feast on defeated
enemies.
Horga’s pock-marked face and bulky body give her a
monstrous appearance, sharply contrasting with her kind
blue eyes. A smock of bright lizard hide covers her.
She prefers not to wear shoes or sandals; thick calluses
protect her feet.