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When we slogged our way through the piles of dead, we hadn't a clue what we had been headed for. My battalion was tasked with the grueling task in the front line of this  operation. We were ordered by my father - the High Kazahd - to "erase the goblyns and the very earth they stood upon". We were equipped with Dragonfire Casks, a highly explosive mining tool used in large quantities to sunder mountains where they stood, at least that's what my father had told me in the stories. Along with the demolitions experts, the rest of the cadre were my best dwarves, clad in the finest mithril plate, wielding axes and shields of pounded steel. We were invincible.
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"Brother" Dhurdur waded through the cesspool of bodies along side me. "The goblyn wall is over this mound" his voice was weary, and I could hear his breath wavering.  
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'''Name:''' Thalin Earthshaker "The Iron Lung of Blackwater" [[File:Thalin.jpg|right]]
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I nodded and yelled a booming command, "Do not waver gents! When we reach that wall, cover the cargo!" My body weak from three days of constant marching, ran solely on adrenaline and hatred. Gnarled arrows from goblyn sharpshooters whizzed over our heads and what arrows did land their mark, bounced off of the twinkling mithril. The garrison of crossbowmen had laid down adequate cover fire from hundreds of yards away, allowing a safe advance. Dhurdur kept pace, holding his shield high as to avoid any harm from a stray arrow.
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We reached the top - what a sight that was. A beckoning cavern, high enough that you couldn't see the ceiling if it weren't for the glow of the cave dwelling fungi and insects. Looked like twilight on the surface. A steady, slow sigh escaped my breath as my eyes were averted down to see a horde. It was about 200 yards before the wall, and between us and it was a fetid pool clamoring over one another.  
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'''Realm:''' [[Pyke]]
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My mind is very fuzzy here, but it was soon after that moment when we charged through towards the wall, I was knocked unconscious. Yeah I know, Captain of the Vanguard being knocked unconscious by a mere ... rock? Was I punched? For the life of me I cannot remember. I do remember waking up, I was in one of the apothecaries tents behind our lines. Apparently I was found under a few of my comrades bodies, I was close to death but I was resuscitated by a combat apothecary. Once again my mind gets fuzzy, its been a long, long time.
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A few years had passed and once again I was confronted with becoming the High Kazahd. Dhurdur was always angered and felt he were more suitable to rule rather than I. I never gave him the pleasure of seeing me feel the same way. Ever since that battle where I became unconscious, hes always belittled me, saying I was not strong enough to rule, to keep such a responsibility. I wavered it off as a younger brothers ambition and jealousy. Until it had gone too far ...  
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'''Race:''' White [[Lizardman]]
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Dhurdur had assassinated our father in his sleep, and when I had discovered him, he put the blame on me. I pleaded, I fought, but yet I was found guilty of murdering the High Kazahd. And if you want more details on that you'll have to ask me another time, thats another long story for another time. So it was at that time that I was given a choice: Death by be-heading, or losing the Earthshaker name and exiled to the desert above. I had not lived a long life at the time, so I chose the latter. Either option was considered a death, one was just prolonged. So they stripped me of everything except basic clothing, an iron dagger, and one days worth of food and water.
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I hated that desert. The sweltering heat, the sand cut at my already chaffed face. The dunes rolled on forever, the sun seemed to hang in the midday sky forever. I fashioned a hood from a piece of clothing to cover my eyes and face - seemed like a good idea at the time until that evening when I felt the sunburn on my back. That was when I was most miserable.
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'''Unit:''' [[Horde]] feral; House [[Blackwater]]
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That evening I sat down to ration out my food. I began to cry. Yeaup, this old codger shes a few back in the day. For good reason too, I hadn't a family, no home, I was lost, and the only shelter I had found was an overturned merchants cart against a small plateau. That evening changed my life. Someone from in the desert walked towards me, the midnight sun illuminated the vast wasteland yet chilled me to the bone. I could see him walking in my direction, was he looking for shelter too? I yearned for someone, some thing to talk to. It had been two days and already i was loosing my mind.
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"H-Hello!" I coughed and shivered violently. The figure continued walking towards me, it was tall, six feet at least. It came closer and revealed himself to me to be a nomad looking for someone.  
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He looked me over and asked, "Are you royalty? Why would a dwarf of royal decent be here in the wastes"? I told him what had happened only two days ago. He was not amused. That man cursed me. A curse so foul it had changed my very being. at that point I was no longer dwarf. I was a monster.
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==Lore==
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'''Before the Breach - Itza - Waygate'''
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The Saurus and Skink within Itza stood rank and file at the opened gate. Thalin stood off-right center of the cadre of white lizards nearest the portal. Zealous speakers and battle hungry lizards stare down the hungry maw that had brought wanton destruction to many home cities. The gate hummed ominously while priests held vigil to keep the gate under a close eye, and short leash. Silent arbiters and priests kept to rituals to keep unseen chaos at bay.  
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Today we take push back against the creatures of the void. A rousing cry echoed through Itzas enormous plazas another white lizard speaks of the Great Ones, Great Plan. The lizards collective righteous fervor grew as the shared animosity between Soteks children ran rampant between the vast rank and file. Thalin, the cadre he was attached through, and the amassed collective of Soteks children charged head first into the illuminated portal. With a spear in hand, and a lantern grasped in the other, he plunged into the portal.
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'''The Rupture'''
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The connection broke … something terribly wrong happened. All he could remember was standing guard for the priests conducting their rituals near the gate. Whatever had occurred, Thalin was separated and thrown beyond Kaab. He awoke on a coastline with a mouth full of sand and grime. He was alone. None of Kaabs denizens within eyeshot. His memory blurred as he began attempting to recollect what happened. To no avail, his memories betrayed him.
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'''The Coast''' 
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A lone standing turret lie in a marshland surrounded by motes of blackened water. The air, salty and putrid lie heavily over low lying cat tails and algae. The lone structure had many an inhabitant, all of which after some deliberation took in the awkward behemoth. The ragtag band of mercenaries, and brigands scoured the nearby lands. The group run into a neighboring county and became integrated into the ranks of The Land of Warriors. Human and monster fought side by side over and over again. Battle suited Thalin, and the denizens of Blackwater. Those in The Land of Warriors and Blackwater trained together towards a massive battle … a battle for a ring. Many gathered, and many tournaments and trails were had. The ring was married off to the victor and Blackwater returned to their lone turret in the marsh.  
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Years passed, and the denizens of Blackwater became a collective chosen family. In the time Thalin lived there, a neighboring human city destroyed the standing turret and displaced the troupe. Blackwater split and half migrated north beyond the arid deserts, and coastal cliffs. The split was difficult for many that say behind in the ruins of that lone turret. The North proved both a boon and a curse for Thalin. The mental leaps and bounds of being away from home and astray from Soteks Light proved to be the most treacherous for the saurus. The heavily forested north was home to self proclaimed "gods" and those considered rangers of the wood. While they could never be what Blackwater was, the newfound friends were welcome indeed. Thalin befriended the gods, befriended the rangers, but most importantly - The Horde of a Thousand Faces. The chaotic mess of beings piqued Thalins interest with excessive shenanigans, and wholly devotion to debauchery. Thalin joined the Thousand Faces under the careful watch of a Gnoll, but still felt as if he needed to prove his intentions. These intentions would be tested as Thalins vision looked east.  
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'''The Flat''' 
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Years spent in the north left Thalin wondering, and gaining a wanderlust that took him eastward. The horizon was at equals with the sky and earth meeting perfectly in all directions. A Hobben took Thalin into his home in The Flat. Their time together would be beneficial to both. One would commune through the void and the other would push a container around for the Hobben. The Flat still proves to challenge Thalin, his eyes set to Horde. For Kaab was a distant objective that wasn't in logical reach. The Horde of a Thousand Faces beckoned him forward in the fall … for he will attempt to awaken.

Latest revision as of 08:01, 2 October 2023

Name: Thalin Earthshaker "The Iron Lung of Blackwater"
Thalin.jpg

Realm: Pyke

Race: White Lizardman

Unit: Horde feral; House Blackwater


[edit] Lore

Before the Breach - Itza - Waygate

The Saurus and Skink within Itza stood rank and file at the opened gate. Thalin stood off-right center of the cadre of white lizards nearest the portal. Zealous speakers and battle hungry lizards stare down the hungry maw that had brought wanton destruction to many home cities. The gate hummed ominously while priests held vigil to keep the gate under a close eye, and short leash. Silent arbiters and priests kept to rituals to keep unseen chaos at bay.

Today we take push back against the creatures of the void. A rousing cry echoed through Itzas enormous plazas another white lizard speaks of the Great Ones, Great Plan. The lizards collective righteous fervor grew as the shared animosity between Soteks children ran rampant between the vast rank and file. Thalin, the cadre he was attached through, and the amassed collective of Soteks children charged head first into the illuminated portal. With a spear in hand, and a lantern grasped in the other, he plunged into the portal.

The Rupture

The connection broke … something terribly wrong happened. All he could remember was standing guard for the priests conducting their rituals near the gate. Whatever had occurred, Thalin was separated and thrown beyond Kaab. He awoke on a coastline with a mouth full of sand and grime. He was alone. None of Kaabs denizens within eyeshot. His memory blurred as he began attempting to recollect what happened. To no avail, his memories betrayed him.

The Coast

A lone standing turret lie in a marshland surrounded by motes of blackened water. The air, salty and putrid lie heavily over low lying cat tails and algae. The lone structure had many an inhabitant, all of which after some deliberation took in the awkward behemoth. The ragtag band of mercenaries, and brigands scoured the nearby lands. The group run into a neighboring county and became integrated into the ranks of The Land of Warriors. Human and monster fought side by side over and over again. Battle suited Thalin, and the denizens of Blackwater. Those in The Land of Warriors and Blackwater trained together towards a massive battle … a battle for a ring. Many gathered, and many tournaments and trails were had. The ring was married off to the victor and Blackwater returned to their lone turret in the marsh.

Years passed, and the denizens of Blackwater became a collective chosen family. In the time Thalin lived there, a neighboring human city destroyed the standing turret and displaced the troupe. Blackwater split and half migrated north beyond the arid deserts, and coastal cliffs. The split was difficult for many that say behind in the ruins of that lone turret. The North proved both a boon and a curse for Thalin. The mental leaps and bounds of being away from home and astray from Soteks Light proved to be the most treacherous for the saurus. The heavily forested north was home to self proclaimed "gods" and those considered rangers of the wood. While they could never be what Blackwater was, the newfound friends were welcome indeed. Thalin befriended the gods, befriended the rangers, but most importantly - The Horde of a Thousand Faces. The chaotic mess of beings piqued Thalins interest with excessive shenanigans, and wholly devotion to debauchery. Thalin joined the Thousand Faces under the careful watch of a Gnoll, but still felt as if he needed to prove his intentions. These intentions would be tested as Thalins vision looked east.

The Flat

Years spent in the north left Thalin wondering, and gaining a wanderlust that took him eastward. The horizon was at equals with the sky and earth meeting perfectly in all directions. A Hobben took Thalin into his home in The Flat. Their time together would be beneficial to both. One would commune through the void and the other would push a container around for the Hobben. The Flat still proves to challenge Thalin, his eyes set to Horde. For Kaab was a distant objective that wasn't in logical reach. The Horde of a Thousand Faces beckoned him forward in the fall … for he will attempt to awaken.

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