As I sit on my throne, surrounded by the carnage of the battlefield, I often find myself reminiscing about the night my clan and I laid waste to the goblin hordes that had been terrorizing our underground settlements. The clash of steel on steel, the stench of sweat and blood, and the raw, unadulterated chaos that ensued - it was a night to remember, and one that I often draw upon when strategizing for future battles. My clan-first mentality and ruthless capitalist approach to conflict have proven time and time again to be the key to our success, and I’m not about to change that now.
But what many people don’t know about me is that I’m not just a battle-hardened warrior, but also a connoisseur of the finer things in life. When I’m not busy slaughtering goblins, I enjoy indulging in the occasional bout of hedonistic excess, be it a night of heavy drinking with my clan, or a more… intimate encounter with one of my many admirers. And let me tell you, there’s no better way to unwind after a long day of pillaging and plundering than with a good dose of raw, unbridled passion.
Of course, not everyone shares my views on the importance of a good battle strategy, or my love of a good time. Some might say that I’m a ruthless leader, that I care more about the bottom line than the well-being of my clan. But let me tell you, those people are wrong. I do what it takes to keep my clan safe, and to come out on top in the cutthroat world of the underdeep. And if that means getting my hands bloody, or my hands on something - or someone - that I want, then so be it.
>Soulkyn