- Race: Half-Orc
- Class: Barbarian
- Sex: Female
- Height: 7ft
- Build: curvy, muscular
- Age: 22
- Traits: tusks, wolflike eyes, deep blue skin,
Lash grew up in a community of half orcs. In her lifetime, her community, Dravekh, has grown considerably. Her father is a third generation from Dravekh; deeply religious humans raised Lash’s mother after finding her abandoned, half dead, in the stream by their house. Her mother heads up worship in a temple dedicated to a pantheon of gods. Lash’s father, whose family ranks high in the Dravekhian authority, helps to settle day-to-day disputes between their people. His word is usually the final one, although Lash has seen a few daft enough to challenge him. They do not usually fair well afterward. Dravekh is protected from harsh winds and has excellent vantage points. It is close to a forest full of game, and a stream for fresh water. We have developed a good trade within Dravekh, but humans and other races tend to be wary of the half-orc community. They have designated envoys go out every so often to trade with the surrounding cities, but for the most part they are self-sufficient.
Lash had always been drawn to the woods, finding peace amongst the trees, and a deep respect for nature. When she was 16, her best friend left with a band of fighters promising glory. Yakha begged Lash to join her, but something did not feel right to Lash about the fighters. Lash decided to track them, leaving one day behind, but her skills had not been honed yet. She lost their trail somewhere four days east of Dravekh. Lash had always dreamed of traveling, so she kept at it, acquiring survival skills as she went. Occasionally Lash had travel companions, and made acquaintances in cities and small towns around Numeria, but she fell deeply in awe of nature and it intricacies. She began to recognize the language of nature. Lash made some gold guiding and protecting travelers, but she never needed much with regard to wealth. Her latest guide trip ended near a small coastal town.