Of the War Maker and Durzak Eyegouger
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So I'm a new player to the server; and a new member to the forums and here's my first character background attempt! :oops: Hope it's not too long.
Account Name: Vitiosus Phasmatis
Character Name: Durzak Eyegouger
Persecution. It can drive even the kindest of hearts down the darker path of corruption.
It was a cold night, drowned out by the sound of rain and thunder. A mother cries out, sobbing. She has just given birth to a child, a child she did not wish to bear. Staring up at her, with dark pools of blood, is a monstrosity. The mother knows why this has befallen her - eight months prior, the Spine of the World erupted. Hordes of mountain orcs spewed across the hillside like a plague bringing ruin to all it touched. The surroundings of Mirabar were hit in full. Many lives we lost that night, others were dragged away…
Secretly, she would pray to the gods each night for mercy, that this unborn child would be of her lost lover. Tonight of all nights, dread overwhelmed her. These prayers were left unheard. In anguish, she cursed them thrice and fled into the night with her "son". The next morn, she lay exhausted on the hillside, the child lying by her side, asleep.
She sat there, contemplating what must be done. It was not until dusk that she had come to her decision. Gently placing the newly born ontop a flat stone, she scrambled around the earth until her hand wrapped around something sharp. It was a stone, like the tip of a spear. Grasping it in both hands, she rose it above her head ready to strike the child in the heart. It was at this moment, he opened his eyes and looked at her, with curiosity and love. The mother hesitated, but for too long. A quiet 'thunk' was heard in the distance and a brief whistling in the air. She collapsed to the ground, with a bolt through her heart.
Unbeknown to the child, his life was about to be changed forever...
Durzak was born a half-orc, yet raised as an orc. The elders of the Eyegouger clan had said the War Maker gave him to them, as testament to their strength. In truth, followers of Ilneval unintentionally saved his life. They were not aware the human was his mother, or that he even existed until they approached the limp girl. Bewildered, they took him in thinking he was an Orc child, stolen from his crib.
Throughout his childhood, Durzak was treated almost like a slave by the purist Eyegouger clan. Only the blades of the War Maker understood his worth and meaning, for they saw him as a potential tool for their agenda. They trained him, not as a bloodthirsty barbarian, but as a disciplined warrior. Through this, he earned respect within the Eyegouger clan. For Durzak, strength was as much a function of the mind as one's body. But it was not without cost. Many beatings and scars were left, not only on his body, but on his heart and Durzak grew into a dark and calculating warrior. He has clawed his way to respect and how those who persecuted him had to suffer as he had.
On the night of his initiation as a blade of the War Maker, Durzak openly challenged one of the clergy of the One-Eyed God. He had grown cruel and wanted so dearly to teach these weak-minded fools that he was the best of both of his parentage. It was not just his pride that was left broken. In the brutal fight, Durzak had his right eye cut out and was almost struck down. His mentor intervened and bested the priest of the One-Eyed God with one fell blow. His blade now turned to Durzak and finally he knew fear. The blade was driven through his shoulder, and twisted. Pain flooded over him until he knew nothing more.
Durzak awoke outside his mountain home, with none other than his mentor standing watch over him. "Durzak," he grunted, "You are meant for greater things. The War Maker has seen this. You must go east, across the land. There our people need you." Without hesitation, Durzak nodded and grimaced as he rose to his feet. The wounds he had suffered were still fresh. Many questions were rattling in his mind, but he did not care. He was given a drive, a mission, a purpose.
Night had fallen, and a foul wind was blowing.. A large, gruesome figure lurched out of the shadows towards a campfire in the middle of the small town of Norwick. His form, powerfully built trudged over to a large rock, where he sat down. In the flickering glow of the firelight, his features were horridly enhanced. Many scars crossed his face and body, and his right eye looks to of been cut out with a vicious blow. His long, silvered hair showed what his face could not - Time was catching up to him. He smiled, cruelly before closing his left eye to rest. Tomorrow, he thought, would be a good day to start a war...
And so begins the tale of Durzak Eyegouger.
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reviewed, xp pending
