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Obould Many-Arrows is the king of the Broken Arrow tribe. Obould is a large orc who is intelligent even by human standards. He wears a ridged suit of plate armor that is adorned with numerous spikes. In battle he uses a great sword enchanted to burst into flame at the wielder's will. His crown has four large rubies set into it each of which can generate a large fireball. His main shaman and advisor, Arganth, also made him a helmet shaped like a skull with a protective lens of the rare and supremely strong glassteel.
Considering that the blessings bestowed upon him have apparently calmed him somewhat, he has become able to see things in a far broader perspective than any orc before him. This has already led to some speculations as to a pending change in orcish society under his leadership.
One may say that he could be called something of a dreamer. For example, during many discussions with his lieutenants, advisers, and shamans about war and slaughter, he is often thinking about building his civilization and bringing peace to the forefront of orc society.
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