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I Thought I would take the time to explain some of the motivations behind my character. I began him as a Chaotic Good fighter with a weapon focus in great axes. Kurgoth yearns to put the past behind him and make amends for his perceived faults. The ultimate goal of the character is to obtain an alignment of Lawful Good and take the prestige class of Dwarven Defender.... (ie laying down his axe and picking up the shield) By doing so Kurgoth will believe he has found favor in the eyes of his god Clangeddin Silverbeard and reached absolution for his past transgressions. Kurgoth is a classic tormented archetype seeking forgivness through his works.
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The grizzled warrior sets down his mug of rich, dark Dwarven Stout and whipes the residue from his beard. "So it's a tale ye be after is it lad?' Kurgoth stretches his arms behind his head and props his feet upon the oaken table. Reaching into his pouch he pulls out his wooden pipe and fills it with fresh Tabac. Inhaling deeply he lets loose a puff of smoke that would make an ancient Wyrm envious. "Sit ye down a spell then and listen well...I'm not much on repeating myself."
"When I was a younger Dwarf...still tougher than many a' other mind ye....I was, let us say a bit "wild" in me ways." "I loved nothing more than a good battle and a good Tankard of Stout." "Although I had the luck to learn me trade from some of the most grizzled, hard-nosed, axe-totting sons of a Umberhulk ye had ever seen...I never really took in what they learned me."
"The old-timer's always spoke of discipline and planning." "In my opinion that took too long and wasted time ye could be spending driving yer axe home into the skull of some goblin or whatnot." "I was young and brash, hardheaded and just plain old stupid, but ye could have never been telling me that back in those days."
"Years passed and I guess I just settled into me ways....the veterans had all but given up on trying to teach me a better way, and as far as I was concerned to the nine-hells with 'em." "one day we was on patrol scouting some no-named hill in the north like we had done a hundred times before." "I became complacent in me scouting and failed to notice the tell-tell signs of movement and concealed troops..... even a blasted rookie could have seen what was coming next."
"All around me the enemy appeared...Gnolls, Goblins, Ogres, damned Magi and Shamans.......without thinking I thrust myself into the brunt of their ambush swinging my Great-Axe wildly and without precision." "I fought as well as I could, but their numbers were too great and I was quickly overwhelmed." Kurgoth takes his feet off the table and leans forward, taking another draw from his pipe. He looks up to the ceiling and closes his eyes, releasing a deep sigh from the bowels of his soul. "I reckon the rest of the scouting party must have heard the commotion, and seeing me fighting such a great number of enemies they dove headlong into the battle as well." "The fight was tremedous, the sound of steel rending bone and the cries of the fallen filled the night air." "I held on as long as I could, but eventually I succumbed to my wounds and fell amidst the heaviest of the fighting." Kurgoth raises his fist into the air and violently slams his fist down on the table, knocking his tankard of stout onto the floor. "I should have known better!" "Such a fool I was...such a fool........"
The hardened dwarf bends down and retrieves the fallen tankard placing it gently back upon the table. Your not sure but in the dim light you could swear you saw his green eyes moisten a bit. "I awoke...I have no idea how much later to the words of a blessed cleric of Clangeddin." "My wounds were great but the cleric had used the might of Clangeddin to mend me body, saving me from the brink of death." "The others in me party though...well, they weren't so lucky." "I looked up at the priest and I asked him why he had saved me when I of all people deserved to die...moreso than any of the others." "The wise servant of Clangeddin merely looked upon me and smiled; saying: "Who knows the will of the Father of Battle child." "Perhaps you were meant for greater things, perhaps your time has not yet come."
"Over time I healed from me wounds, but the words the old priest spoke to me that day have carried with me since." "From the day forward I swore an Oath to Clangeddin to serve him in all things, and to protect those who need the strength of my shield."
"It is a long road I walk, but in time perhaps my actions with turn the eye of Father of Battle and he will allow me the honor of serving as one of his sacred defenders." Kurgoth stands up and places his helm under his arm. "Learn what ye can from my story boy...so ye never have to make the mistakes that I have." With that the Noble warrior takes his leave exiting out onto the city streets of the city known as Sundren.
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The grizzled warrior sets down his mug of rich, dark Dwarven Stout and whipes the residue from his beard. "So it's a tale ye be after is it lad?' Kurgoth stretches his arms behind his head and props his feet upon the oaken table. Reaching into his pouch he pulls out his wooden pipe and fills it with fresh Tabac. Inhaling deeply he lets loose a puff of smoke that would make an ancient Wyrm envious. "Sit ye down a spell then and listen well...I'm not much on repeating myself."
"When I was a younger Dwarf...still tougher than many a' other mind ye....I was, let us say a bit "wild" in me ways." "I loved nothing more than a good battle and a good Tankard of Stout." "Although I had the luck to learn me trade from some of the most grizzled, hard-nosed, axe-totting sons of a Umberhulk ye had ever seen...I never really took in what they learned me."
"The old-timer's always spoke of discipline and planning." "In my opinion that took too long and wasted time ye could be spending driving yer axe home into the skull of some goblin or whatnot." "I was young and brash, hardheaded and just plain old stupid, but ye could have never been telling me that back in those days."
"Years passed and I guess I just settled into me ways....the veterans had all but given up on trying to teach me a better way, and as far as I was concerned to the nine-hells with 'em." "one day we was on patrol scouting some no-named hill in the north like we had done a hundred times before." "I became complacent in me scouting and failed to notice the tell-tell signs of movement and concealed troops..... even a blasted rookie could have seen what was coming next."
"All around me the enemy appeared...Gnolls, Goblins, Ogres, damned Magi and Shamans.......without thinking I thrust myself into the brunt of their ambush swinging my Great-Axe wildly and without precision." "I fought as well as I could, but their numbers were too great and I was quickly overwhelmed." Kurgoth takes his feet off the table and leans forward, taking another draw from his pipe. He looks up to the ceiling and closes his eyes, releasing a deep sigh from the bowels of his soul. "I reckon the rest of the scouting party must have heard the commotion, and seeing me fighting such a great number of enemies they dove headlong into the battle as well." "The fight was tremedous, the sound of steel rending bone and the cries of the fallen filled the night air." "I held on as long as I could, but eventually I succumbed to my wounds and fell amidst the heaviest of the fighting." Kurgoth raises his fist into the air and violently slams his fist down on the table, knocking his tankard of stout onto the floor. "I should have known better!" "Such a fool I was...such a fool........"
The hardened dwarf bends down and retrieves the fallen tankard placing it gently back upon the table. Your not sure but in the dim light you could swear you saw his green eyes moisten a bit. "I awoke...I have no idea how much later to the words of a blessed cleric of Clangeddin." "My wounds were great but the cleric had used the might of Clangeddin to mend me body, saving me from the brink of death." "The others in me party though...well, they weren't so lucky." "I looked up at the priest and I asked him why he had saved me when I of all people deserved to die...moreso than any of the others." "The wise servant of Clangeddin merely looked upon me and smiled; saying: "Who knows the will of the Father of Battle child." "Perhaps you were meant for greater things, perhaps your time has not yet come."
"Over time I healed from me wounds, but the words the old priest spoke to me that day have carried with me since." "From the day forward I swore an Oath to Clangeddin to serve him in all things, and to protect those who need the strength of my shield."
"It is a long road I walk, but in time perhaps my actions with turn the eye of Father of Battle and he will allow me the honor of serving as one of his sacred defenders." Kurgoth stands up and places his helm under his arm. "Learn what ye can from my story boy...so ye never have to make the mistakes that I have." With that the Noble warrior takes his leave exiting out onto the city streets of the city known as Sundren.
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