Drak3n8r

Ever since Drakk was a Dwarfling, he was always asked for help because of his unusually large size for manual labor. He wanted to do what he wanted instead, but they forced him like a tool.  So he decided to fight back, and when he did, the dust cleared...  He smashed the steel mines' entrance, and as punishment, the Dwarf Council decided to send him out with the hunters, to see if he would be of better use outside the mountain.  And so it did. He continued hunting for three seasons, the hunters admired his skill and focus when hacking deer and rabbits. Through Hunter's Instinct, Drakk sensed his surroundings and threw his axe into the thickets behind his allie, centering itself in an Orc's chest. The others wondered what an Orc was doing out in the forest, especially so close to home.... 

Then, the crackle of trees being knocked down sounded through the woods! And a blast so mighty the ground shook!  The warcry of an Olog roared across the sky as ash fell..  We knew what's going on now.  We dropped our kills, and sprinted home.  When we got there, the mines and storages were ransacked, the Council room was burnt to ashes, the crops were trampled, and the land cinder.  As Drakk looked around, he found his brother's corpse impaled with pikes, he mourned for his loss, then caught a glimpse of etching along one the pikes... It was the Aruk'Haj, a cowardly Olog tribe known for its infamous ambushing strategy.  On that day Drakk vowed to kill every last one of them, and desecrate their bodies as they did his brother!  Him and the other hunters took what they needed, and left, hoping to seek refuge in the Forested Highlands. 

We reached Sanctuary

Eight nights had passed, and they've finally reached the Sanctum. It was a beautiful new experience for Drakk, for he had fallen in love with an Elf Priestess, but according to Dwarf Law, he is unable to show affection to women of another race... Knowing this, he hired children to give her flowers for him, he's done this for nearly two years. Over the past couple years he went on hunting quests with the elves, and created a more closer relationship. In doing this, he earned respect from them, and was forged the name Drakk The Kind. By the time when he turned 20, the Higher Elves took notice of his prowess in seeking vengeance and glory against the Olog Tribe that slaughtered his people, and sent him on a mission to attack the Aruk'Haj camp.  He felt happy knowing "She" will be joining this quest, he brought along his hunting pals, and a group of stealth elfs.

Two days travel by wagon, makes dwarves motion-sick.  The plan was set into motion! We would drop off the stealth team to flank along the hillside, as the rest of us barge in the main gate.  As we did, we jumped out and battled the Orcs, goblins, and Olog trolls. We thought we had them cornered, but they were raising new types of troops, like mutated trolls...  We started losing numbers in our squad, and then Drakk witnessed his closest friends fall one-by-one, he wanted to run.  But he couldn't leave her... He felt guilty, and yelled "RETREAT!!"  We regrouped at the base of a mountain to try another tactic, but we were down too many numbers. From a party of 16 to 3, Drakk The Kind, Evyllnne (Elf Priestess), and Dormu (Dwarf Hunter)......  We decided to target their spawning grounds, using barrels full of black powder, this way we cripple their army.  We had NO other CHOICE! The Ologs had reinforcements closing in from behind! 

Our small plan, was both a success as well as a disaster...

  I had watched as my best friend was ripped apart, limb from limb, until he was nothing but a bloody carcus feeding the Wargs..  I screamed in hatred for the loss of my kin!  I wanted to kill every last one of them!!  Evyllnne's enchanting voice soothed my heart, as she cast her last spell upon me.  I understood what she was going to do, and I cried...  I cried because she as well as my kin, sacrificed themselves for me to survive...  She casted six of the Top Tier spells upon me: 1."Runic Ability", 2."Magica Inferior (Resistance to all types of magic; fire, water, earth, wind, lightning, necrotic, and life)", 3."Instant Health Regeneration", 4."God's Wrath", 5."Overwhelming Strength", 6."Resurrection"   

She made me Invincible. Impervious to all mental, and physical pain!  Except.... 

Her very last words were:  "If you choose to become wicked, God's Wrath will subject you as breaking the contract and you will die a thousand deaths!" "Aaaaaghghgh...hhgh...gluhhghg..." 

At that moment, she died.  The Olog Chieftan stabbed through her back, and raised her where you can see his Scrap Scimitar peak out through her throat, blood gushing out, and her green eyes faded. The Chieftan violently tore her in half, throwing her corpse to the Wargs to devour.

The End is near

  I was filled to the brim with a lustful rage, I could see only red, and the white outlines of my enemies!  I could ONLY think of ONE thing... KILL! KILL! KILL THEM ALL!  Before I knew it, night had ended.

As the sun rises,  I was going through a rage withdrawal.  I was smothered in orc, goblin, Warg, Olog, and Hybrid blood. I went to wash up in a nearby stream to what's left of their camp.. After, I went back to the site, I cut off the Chieftan's head, and equipped it to the belt keeping my trousers up.  I also took one of the Legendary relic weapons, from the Mountain where my Kin were slain.  A mighty Runic War Hammer! The Warden.

I am the last of the Mountain Dwarf Clan Ouroboros.  

  I have been given the name "Drakk The Undying" by my enemies who fled from my "Slaughter-Spree", for 35 years I have been feared as the same warrior I was that day.  However I am getting old, and hopefully some of the young men may want to learn my knowledge and skills, I want to become a teacher, but a Dwarf? A teacher? My Kin would've never allowed it...  So I will keep my Dwarven Tradition.