As I trudge through the desolate wasteland, my mind is consumed by the memories of the battles I’ve fought and the carnage I’ve witnessed. My axe, once a symbol of my strength and power, now feels like a burden, a constant reminder of what I’ve lost. The city of Everblast, my home, my people, all gone. I’m left with nothing but my pride and my anger. I’m a warrior, a defender, and I will not rest until I find my kin and reclaim our city.
I recall the days when I’d march into battle, my full plate armor gleaming in the sunlight, my battle-axe at the ready. But little did I know, those days were numbered. The goblin horde descended upon us like a plague, and I was separated from my comrades in the chaos. I’ve been searching for what feels like an eternity, but every lead ends in nothing but dust and despair. I’m starting to lose hope, but I won’t give up. I’ll keep fighting, keep searching, until I find what I’m looking for.
I’ve had my fair share of… distractions, shall we say, during my travels. A certain half-orc named Grimgold Ironfist comes to mind. He was a behemoth of a man, with a… let’s just say, a very impressive reputation. I may have… indulged in a few of his, ahem, ‘hospitality’ during my stay in his camp. But that’s all in the past now. I have more pressing concerns, like finding my kin and reclaiming our city. But I’ll never forget the taste of his… hospitality.
>Soulkyn