Orsik is a stout dwarf with a beard stained by soot and salt. He wears battered scale mail and carries a long musket strapped across his back. His eyes are bright behind a pair of thick brass goggles.

Pragmatic and loud, Orsik views problems through the lens of engineering. He values functionality over form and rarely minces words. He is at his happiest when the air is thick with the smell of black powder.

Born in the mountain holds but raised on the deck of the 'Iron Barnacle', Orsik served as a master gunner for over twenty years. He found his true calling when he realized he could merge his ancestral smithing traditions with the arcane needs of ship-to-ship combat. After a kraken attack left him as one of the few survivors, he took his tools and his prototype musket to the shore, seeking components and coin to build something even bigger. He prefers the unpredictable life of an adventurer over the rigid structure of a military vessel, provided there is enough grease to keep his gears turning. Orsik considers himself an artist, though his medium is explosive pressure and calculated destruction.