Drawn by the very passionate and talented  K0uya and commissioned by the delightful  croup.

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From croup's post:
It's not always doom and gloom with Inorog. While he has his fair share of enemies, nemeses, and arch-rivals, he also has the occasional friend. One of those is Garr. Like so many others, he met the barbarian bear in the deadly Arena of Balstogg. Not a true gladiator, but a warrior passing through who sought to test his mettle against the best. They ended up working together for a time as a tag team. At first Inorog scoffed at the other man, believing him to be nothing but dead weight who would slow him down. As time went on though, he surprisingly found in Garr a kindred spirit, one who had also lost pieces of himself to the harsher natures of the world and yet fought on. A man who could drink as well as he fought, and who had many stories to tell. And, most importantly, a man who wasn't afraid to fight dirty and who he could trust his back to.

...Now his backside was a different matter entirely, but that's a whole other story...

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Garr had always sought out adventure.
There was no greater thrill than the opportunity to pit himself against any challenge.
When he'd heard rumors about the Balstogg Arena, it was with a cocked eyebrow and a slow grin.

The battles were every bit as grueling as they were promised to be.
As the bear's slow climb began, rumors filtered down of a unicorn that was doing particularly well.
Garr could hardly believe his ears but when he caught sight of the ivory tempest itself, he found himself impressed.

Making his own legend, it was no surprise when he'd been told he was to be paired with Inorog for a tagteam match.
The look on the stallion's face when he'd seen the bear's one eyed cocky grin was priceless.
Disdain warred with contempt as Garr walked up and wrapped an arm around the seasoned equine's shoulder.

Garr smirked as Inorog's shoulders tensed. "Hey.. I know yer new around here... But, this here's a two man show. So try not to embarrass yerself."
Inorog's jaw clenched and then elbowed the bear, causing him to take a step backwards. "I wouldn't expect a savage like yourself to know who I am. You're no warrior. Just stay out of my way."

Garr chuckled and slammed his fist into his palm, slowly turning to face the ring of competitors that had assembled around them. "Suit yerself prick.. But you better pray you take out more fuckers than I do... Because if I find I'm the one carrying this team, I'm gonna make you pay up your debt."

Inorog smirked and crossed his arms, his beefy arms bulging. "You actually think you have a chance at beating me don't you? Well if you don't go down to the first scrawny bastard that hits you, then we'll count them up. We'll see who owes who what..."

And as the crowd slowly closed in, Garr grinned.

"Yer on."