Flint & Fang, An Inseparable Duo

Flint and Fang are two lives bound as one, human and orc, a single soul forever shifting between two forms, two minds and two worlds. Together, they are strength and strategy, instinct and intellect, always switching, often at odds, but unable to exist apart.

Flint’s story began in scandal. Born from a fleeting tryst between a minor human lord in Eda Moriana and a female orc, he was left at the gates of the lord’s castle, wrapped in a blanket and silence. The servants took him in, raising him as the bastard child of an imagined affair between the lord and a maid to protect his reputation. To the world, he was an outcast with pale skin and soft features, skin smooth and pale, no tusks, no signs of his mother’s blood, and so the lie held.

But Flint was never alone. From the time he could form words, he spoke of Fang, his “imaginary friend,” someone green with sharp teeth and piercing blue eyes who lived inside his head. The castle servants dismissed it as the child’s loneliness, a harmless fantasy. But Fang was no fantasy. He was real.

Fang wasn’t simply a shadow in Flint’s mind, he was Flint, just as Flint was him. They were one, yet divided by two identities. Flint was measured and cautious, always seeking to fit into the world around him. Fang was passion and instinct, a heart that beat too loud and hands that yearned to tear free and explore the realm. But no one knew. Not until that faithful hunt...

On his twelfth birthday, a knight, one of the few who saw Flint as more than a bastard, offered to take him hunting. This knight believed that peace with the orcs in the nearby mountains was possible and saw a spark in Flint worth nurturing. But fate had other plans. When a wild boar charged through the underbrush, Flint froze. The beast bore down on him, tusks gleaming like daggers, and then, they switched. Flint vanished, and Fang took his place. An orc boy, green-skinned and fierce, caught the boar by its tusks, grappling the beast with a strength Flint could never possess. The knight stared, dumbfounded, as Fang wrestled the creature to the ground. But Fang was just as confused, his wild eyes darting around as he realized where he was, who he was.

The knight knew he couldn’t take them back to the castle. The scandal of an orc appearing in the lord’s household would ruin them both. So he took the boy, to The Gravelord Tribe a Orc village in the mountains near. The tribe was wary, but one of the elders saw the truth in Fang’s trembling hands. This was no ordinary child but a being tied to both worlds, an enigma born of two clashing peoples. Reluctantly, they took Fang in.

Among the orcs, Fang flourished, training in their ways of strength, honor, and deep reverence for nature. The tribe wasn’t the savage horde humans feared but a proud people bound by tradition and their connection to the land. Fang grew strong in their teachings, but his emotions often got the better of him, his joy was thunderous, his despair a chasm. And Flint learned too, speaking to Fang in quiet moments, helping him think through what his heart could not.

At the age of sixteen, Fang undertook the Orc’s Rite of Passage: two months alone in the wild, surviving with nothing but his wits. For weeks, he thrived, drawing on all he’d learned. But then a storm struck, and Fang found himself trapped in a collapsed dwarven mine, Hunger gnawed. And Fang feared starving to death. For the first time, he felt truly alone. But then Flint appeared, as faint blue specter trying to comfort him Fang. “You’re not alone.” Flint said. “We’ve never been alone, we will face this together.” The duo discovered that Flint's specter could appear, move and even interact with the world around him.

Inspired by his other half’s calm, Fang clawed at the rubble, desperate to escape with Flint guiding him. When he saw a sliver of light through the cracks, Flint's ghost phased through the cracks trying to encourage Fang to keep going, but Fang was exhausted. Fang begged Flint to leave him behind. “You don’t deserve to die here with me.” Fang said.

But Flint didn’t leave. Instead, they discovered something new, a way to swap places not just in mind, but in body. Flint took Fang’s place, slipping through the narrow gap, which pulled them both to freedom...

Now, older and more attuned to their shared nature, Flint and Fang walk the line between two worlds. They swap places with purpose, balancing each other’s weaknesses, their duality a source of strength. Flint tempers Fang’s wild instincts with careful thought, while Fang lends Flint the power to face the challenges he could never meet alone.

Yet even as they’ve grown stronger, they remain caught between two worlds. The humans see Fang as a monster, a reminder of their fears. The orcs see Flint as fragile, too human to understand their struggles. Together, they fight to prove that they are more than the sum of their halves, that they are whole.