How childish my people seem...skulking around Oggok like lumbering Trolls....great was our glory once; we were created in the image of Rallos himself, built to wage war like no other race could....we even took on the Gods themselves.
But now we sit in our dark hole, eating bugs and talking like fools. the only thing missing is the drool running from our lips...with no goal other than the next meal and maybe smashing a lizardman or two.
I am forced to listen to the leader of my clan, as he spews forth garbage about how I am not worthy: it is he who is not worthy!!!!!! I take the meager cloth and weapon he offers, and head out to the Ferrott to establish myself. I kill Lizard's and spiders, collecting what I must to "earn" the armor of my clan...without it I cannot hope to survive, so I do what I must, but I promise Rallos I shall someday come back and wreak vengeance on each of these fools....
I receive my armor, and even am granted a sword ( with which I shall cut the head off of Mooglan himself ). They talk of "tasks"...simple chores they are too lazy to do. But Zek has entered my dreams, has granted me the power to cast spells as well as the strength to crush all who stand before me...he showed me another who has also shunned the worthlessness of his people, a warrior named Rhaah. Zek has bid me to take to the moon, so that we may both grow strong and once again help Rallos challenge, and this time defeat, the false gods who occupy the pantheon.
I am Kraawl...Ogre knight of the Shadows, right hand of vengeance of Rallos...fear me all my foes!!!!!!!
(Look out Lunar Mutants, now Rhaah and Kraawl are roaming the moon, calling out to Zek and leaving their corpses piled everywhere... )
Edited, Oct 23rd 2013 12:39pm by yenwangweh