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Kriv Khagan, Dragonborn Warlord Sheet I AM KRIV KHAGAN! STEPPE-HUNTER, MAN-SLAYER, WAR-LEADER! I WAS THE MASTER OF 1000 MEN, ALL KILLERS, DEATH-RIDERS! Now... I am the master of myself and the dirt on my feet. For a time, this land was green enough for my band to graze our animals and water our men. I was found there by my father, Khal Khagan. I know not who left me upon the wastes to die, and I have turned my face from them. I grew into myself, and when my father was slain by the Nomad-Queen I took his sword and severed her breath from her throat. None dared contest me. No more was I "Lizard" or "Boy-" I was Kriv Khagan, chief of the Chitan Riders, ruler of all my army could pick up and take. We stormed the fortress of the Wasn't King, and took from him a wonderous camp that made itself. We slew the village of Reh and took hundreds of cattle. None dared oppose us. The sorcerer-kings cowered in their cities and they feared. Until one of them got smart. Cunning. A plan only a city-monster could devise. A defiler was found, one of power enough. In the green steppe, a spell was cast, and I watched my riders burn as our home withered to dust. Those who survived and I journeyed on as we could, but in time, they found other tribes, or died of thirst and fear, or left for the center desert to face the sky. Now, I am alone again. Abandoned to the wastes as I was when I was born. I debased myself to mere mercenary work, leading cowards and stringy youths for food, for survival. it was at some point, drunk around the fire of a camp that did not compare to a long-bartered wonder, that I poured my story into the ear of a man who claimed his master, far Daclamitus, might again give me purpose. I have no honor left, so I have come to hear you out, soft man. You claim there is another way. If you lie, I will flay your corpse and offer it to the sky, in hopes that the ghosts of my people may rest. K Prime fucked around with this message at 02:31 on Nov 23, 2017 |
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