darkspawn Venek ur Da Ogdar'thrumm

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Urguan has lived for a time in peace but due to recent developments some dwarves spread rumors that a certain tomb up to the north outside the gate Celia’nor had been pillaged and emptied of its contents.

The remains of a Grand King Emeritus were claimed by the enemy of the living… the kavgar and servants of Khorvad had taken the remains of a dwarf who was willing to do whatever it took to battle evil. A dwarf far too young to die in battle, a dwarf who was still remembered for his good will and kind hand. A father of clan, a pillar of the new Urguan. His soul was on the steps towards Khaza’dentrumm before being taken back to Aevos.

 

His eye opened again smelling foul decrepit odor as he was surrounded by masks and hooded figures in a poorly lit crypt of some sort. The group would nail bone and flesh together with their darkarts to imprison the soul within the cage that was his corpse.

The dwarf knew only hatred as his memory was no longer as it was. He did not remember his friends, he did not remember his comrades and he no longer remembered those he fathered. The now servant had been awoken in rage and wrath. As his mind was clouded with whispers of revenge and vengeance. To himself he was not corrupted like those of the living, they were only seeking power for themselves. Arrogance and ignorance was the ways of the living within his mind. An error that had to be sorted.
 

On a fateful day the now resurrected Ogdar’thrumm made an appearance in his old homeland. A day where he made a deal with Urguan.

“Dreng meh dwedmar en battle… an yeh all s’all reclaim w’at oi ‘ave… ‘onourable battle en t’a north w’ere our armehs s’all meet an dreng anot’er. We s’all meet at t’e field an seattle t’es loike proper dwed… narvok oz Grelu Khron’edhekal Ogdar’thrumm…”

 

Whence he returned to the crypt he rallied what followers he had and commanded.

"All of yeh w'o wis' to save Urguan, follow meh an we s'all enact justice upon t'ose w'o failed meh an t'e common dwed... we s'all expose all for t'e ogdar t'ey w'isper... follow meh on meh crusade to take w'at es ours... Korhelon tha Khron'sirk kavgar... Veloz Kavgar..."

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A red coated dwed locked himself tight in his hold after meeting and old friend... defiled by the wretched magicks of a damned necromancer, plaguing Urgani lands.

"Ye're nae 'im, ye're nae 'im, ye're nae 'im"

Ragram repeated to himself with an emptied bottle of Herbal Hefrumm Mead™ right next to him, clearly enveloped in paranoia, after acknowledging himself his weakness, by letting the darkspawn... go...

"AND T'OSE BASTARDS---BB-BASTARRDS KILLEHD T'ORIM JUST FROM MERE SUSPICION, YET T'OSE STILL ROAM OUR LANDS"

The dwed bursted into tears, as he promised himself vengence on the corrupted nation, the so called... Urguan