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Some say I am the embodiment of my culture, I was born on a battlefield like my father before me, my mother was a sheild maiden and my father was the village chief. Some called him Thane I call him Hrothgar, myself I was named Krom because I was destined to be the chosen of Kord like every great warrior before me. By the time I was 15 I was already partaking in raids across the land after which I was struck by wanderlust and began adventuring often encountering skulking monsters, evil wizards, tavern wenches, and beautiful princesses. I have roamed throughout my young adult hood as a thief, outlaw, mercenary, and pirate. As I grew older i began commanding larger units of men and escalating my ambitions into my thirties. After years of being a sell sword I returned home to tell my village my tales. But destiny had other ideas. I was barely even home a night before a raiding party the likes I have never seen had captured all the males in the village. I barely even had time to reach for my sword before I was immobilized by a great pressure keeping me down, I was helpless as I saw my village razed and pillaged, my mother was slain before me. And all I could hear was people screaming “MAIM KILL BURN, MAIM KILL BURN, MAIM KILL BURN”

I awoke sometime later in a cave high in the mountains. The wind was screaming through the network of caves. Thankfully my father was waiting for me as I awoke. He told me what’s been happening while I have been gone, apparently there is a new cult of Garagos’ whose followers are mindless savages seeking to spill as much blood for their god as possible. But as he was talking I heard the door to the rusty cell the rest of my brothers were in open with two dwarfs grab my father and drag him away from me. It was then I realised I was chained to the cave wall.

As he was being dragged away I heard a deep voice speak
“Faithful… enlightened… ambitious… brethren. In but a single decade, a few mere swipes of the pendulum, we have gathered a sacrifice to Garagos that will be made legend. Though it was a simpler, weaker voice that illuminated me during my decades in the nine hells …it was Garagos’’’ messenger that showed me the true path of freedom from our pathetic false god Kord, And what is this path? This meaning.. this purpose to which we gather the skulls of our foes? It is nothing. There is no meaning, no purpose. We murder. We kill. It is mindless savagery, this UNIVERSE IS MINDLESS! In mere months, hundreds will die. Innocent! Guilty! Strong and weak! Honest and deceitful! ALL of them! They will scream, they will burn, and for no purpose but that mighty Garagos may revel in their bloodshed! And united in this void of purpose, fear, or duty… we shall at long last be free!
Blood for the Blood God! Skulls for the Skull Throne! LET THE GALAXY BURN!” and after the speech I heard the sound of an axe hitting bone and I knew they had sacrificed my father. And I fell into a deep depression…

2 Weeks later:

I’m keeping a mental journal, to try to slow my descent into madness. God knows how many of my brothers I’ve slaughtered. Somewhere, buried deep in my brain, is the name Krom. Of course, I don’t even know what that means anymore. I feel like I’ve fought in every pit these cultists own, looking for their leader’ It’s all a blur of blood, bones and rage, and the same question keeps running through my head: How do you kill the man who enslaved me and killed my father when I can’t even free myself.

It was when I was at my darkest that a voice from the depths spoke to me “The Blood pit overflows with the red ichor of my finest warriors. You shall not be one of them! You find me the ones who are corrupt take me to them so that I may rend their judgment from their broken bodies” and I knew it then that my God, the one true god of battle Kord has finally chosen me to be his instrument of devastation and purification “Go forth Krom do what must be done to earn your freedom, and I shall reward you with your fathers soul, and remember.. Sanity is for the weak. To reach your true potential unleash the beast inside of you and become my fist to crush everyone who stands before you” it seemed as if his every word granted me this strength I have only heard tales of.
I broke my chains as if they were nothing and the blood hunt had started and would not end until I rip my father’s slayers head of with my bare hands. It wasn’t long before I found my first cultist. All my pent up rage has finally come out and it was flowing in every form I felt 10 feet tall and I started yelling "YES FINALLY, BATTLE TO STIR THE BLOOD. BLOOD TO WARM THE FLESH LET THEM COME. I WILL SLAUGHTER YOU TO THE LAST” the poor cultist barely knew what had happened before I broke his spine with my fist, and stole his sword. The rest became a blur of rage, blood and limbs before I came across their leader. He saw me and started laughing, and then he spoke abruptly “Yes! Let the blood flow! I and I alone, will be Garagos’’ chosen… his favoured acolyte and prime among his champions you will worship me as you do the Gods! I will crush entire suns in the palm of my hand. I will stride down the halls of the Kords mead halls and I will grind him between my fingers! More! More blood for the Blood God!”
He barely had time to finish before I lunged at him with my hands around his neck and rended his head from his very body and as I did he muttered something very faintly “this universe will know the will of Garagos…”
I kicked his head down the stairs revelling in my newfound freedom and powers and headed for the closest exit, when the voice spoke again in my mind “Good work Krom you have earnt your fathers soul. And for making the bloodbath entertaining I will bestow upon you this ritual to attach your father’s soul to any weapon you please. To allow him another chance to enter my great halls.”
And without hesitation I performed the ritual and my weapon spoke “Follow me, my Child, and the glory of victory shall be ours. We shall cleanse ourselves in the crimson waters of our enemy. We shall bring the ecstasy of quick release to those who stand before us. We shall give bloody praise to the Lord of battle and sing his name as we dance across the fallen.”
“Father… it’s good to have you back. Let’s find more cultists to show who the true lord of battle is.”
“Yes pup. That ‘chosen of Garagos’ was pathetic. Some mother fuckers always try to ice-skate up a hill…”


The Legend of the Black Skull HamishKing