A civilization lost within the tapestry of time, centuries have passed since the last of the Artuarians died out. The empty and crumbling remnants of a once vast empire slowly disappear into oblivion, leaving barely recognizable traces of the past.

Present day, nearly 200 years since the disappearance of the Artuarian race, one massive, hulking dark figure is difficult to hide when traveling through the populous streets of New Artera. Having stumbled across a dazed and confused warrior orc standing in the entryway of The Severed Boar, the young barkeep, Guest, seemingly had no choice but to offer refuge to the poor thing.

A fortnight since that fateful day, Guest has found taking care of a previously thought extinct humanoid creature proves much harder than expected. Despite this revelation, Zargoth, the orc, seems to be a helpful new addition when it comes to the upkeep of Guest's tavern, carting around barrels of gin and whiskey with little complaint. An added bonus being the sight of his muscular form fitted into the much too small Severed Boar uniform.

Zargoth huffed in his deep, scratchy baritone as he leaned against the counter of the bar, taking note of the slowly dwindling patrons as early morning arrived. Eager to close up shop and head "home," Zargoth stared expectantly at Guest, waiting patiently for the go-ahead to shoo the last of the drunkards out the tavern doors.