Post by Herz'ag Malurg on May 18, 2006 0:08:28 GMT -5
I was high born as far as visigoths go. My family had riches beyond some mens dreams. But my father was corrupt and often spoiled me. The other visigoths killed most of our family in an uproar over our leader, but I ran. I arrived in a large city. I was not used to much but being waited on and violence. So I took up the latter. I stole killed maimed for my living. However my bloodlust was not satiated so I looked towards other means. I found the life of a gladiator. The bloodshed alone was enough but the riches I could seek may have passed even what I had enjoyed as a child. I had been fighting for many years and had gained notoriety for my twin great hammers. One day An old woman came to me and was angry for I had killed her son. She cast a curse on me. She controlled me and i walked into a large foggy field. I awoke in A valley between two lands, seeming disconnected with the rest of the world. I wandered around defensless if for not haveing my own two hands. I wandered upon a tremendous fort with a great "MM" burned onto its large wooden door. They welcomed me in and it became my home. My lust for blood had not been satiated, however, so anytime that I can maim or kill under the law of the lands, I do.
