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The newly made Zar'ei preferred to plan things out well in advance, the certainty of schemes and knowledge being his most trusted bulwark. Yet tonight was different, tonight he discarded that shield and in doing so, found glory rarely told. He knew of the target once it had shown itself, a twisted king. He knew its name, he knew its power, and yet he fought anyway. From the moment of his transformation he thought it strange how he came to view the world. He would have considered running were he still mortal yet the rakir coursing through his veins demanded a challenge, demanded he climb. And so he did, though he could scarcely believe it even after the fact. "What to do..." He pondered aloud while looking at the carnage he and the Bat contended with. This was only the second month of being a demon, he could not fathom what the future of his new existence would bring. Relen, as he used to be known, would have considered the future and the repercussions of this clash, but all his mind could focus on was the thirst for more. Victory, it seemed was intoxicating.
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Your character has just arrived in a swampy, dim town. As they look around, their gaze is met with shacks and cabins. It smells of rotted wood and wet moss. They duck and step into a tattered tent, illuminated by a series of candles suspended in the air. At the back of the tent, an old hag raises her head, “What brings you to this dingy town? She begins, then pauses to study your face—”Ah, it’s you. I’ve been expecting you. Sit,” she gestures at a cushion, “Tell me your story.” ((How do you respond?)) Relen is a cannibal who ate his siblings while in the womb. A very tall and durable orc who was kicked out from his family/clan when the spirits of the dead children he ate haunted his parents. Orcs being big on family and fairly superstitious thought he was a bad omen. By the time he was five they could no longer take the stress from the haunting and banished him to the wilderness where they hoped he would die, finally freeing them of the painful visions. Years would pass and yet even though the spirits lessened after sending him off, they never fully left. Perhaps one day they will take matters into there own hands if they haven't gone fully insane, who knows. Relent struggled massively at first knowing nothing on how to survive but slowly adapted with time. He favors having meals mostly of meat while ending it with a juicy fruit or bushels of berries. Relen prefers to use his naturally gifted brute strength to hunt food and wrestle his meals down. Eventually he got so good at it that areas would become barren of life and he had to move on to new sights where the cycle would repeat anew. With each repetition quickening as Relen got better and larger. Years would pass until the age of 18, where he would finally leave the vast wilderness and come across a human settlement. And this is where Relen's story begins. Example: kaneball, ate ziblengz in woom. duraball, kikid owt o famlee fo ziblengz speeretz hawnting pairantz. sayz m tew feral, speeretz hayt meh, zayz m evul oman. liv en yeldz, etang lif, krush wit handz, beet wit big stik, no mo lif, mew on tew plaz wit new lif. repet. fown way hear bi zmel o lif
