Home of the dregs - that's Avatar Isle.  Outlaws, pirates, criminals, escaped slaves, smugglers and all the rest of the riff-raff call this island their roost.  Yeah, sure - the Orcs own the place and they got a Governor here with some men but they pay no nevermind.  Law and order?  Sure - whatever you can make of it.  We take care of our own.  We don't need anyone else comin in here and telling us to step-and-fetch.  The Orcs leave us to our own devices (for the most part).  A few coins here and there will get you by most of them.  And, if you pull off something that raises an eyebrow, that curiosity is just as well quelled - if the bribe is ripe enough.  Avatar is the one in this realm where you'll find a mix of all the races.  And, when I say mix - I mean it.  We got half-breeds galore.  What other nations cast out to sea eventually floats up on our shores.  It is also the one place where you can pretty much get your hands on just about anything - keeping it, now that's another story.

 

Things have been running right smooth up til a few months ago.  That's when all this hullabaloo on the mainland started.  The Orcs are really kicking in the teeth of the Humans in North and West Avalon.  Some here say that those are our bretheren and we should come to their aid.  Others say we owe them nothing.  There's a mixed feeling.  One thing all of us agree on - there are more Orcs here nowadays than we've had before.  They've laid up and made port here on the island with a small armada of ships.  We're getting along so far but it's tense.  Now, we've got some refugees from North Avalon here on the island.  Those sympathetic to their plight have taken them in and hid them among the populace.  The Orcs are furious. They're threatening house-to-house searches.  Whatever side our little island is going to be on, we better come together and make a decision cause a storm is brewing and we need to know which way to steer.