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Post by salmaanmc on Jul 5, 2015 5:43:47 GMT
Oi, so ya want a story do ye? Well'en, take a seat an' make yeeself comfortable.
They call me Rorik Ironforge. My Pa was a blacksmith, and we ain't heard of my Ma in years.
I use ta be a soldier for the King's Army up in the Iron Mountains, n' a dam good one at that.
I've lived through hell, only to see meh friends die at the 'ands of tyrants and corruption.
I don' get along well wit' authority. Especially authority that'll make me do things no creature should ever 'ave to do.
One specific day, an officer wanted me to murder innocents in cold blood. I couldn' do that. So I refused, and when he insisted, I beat God's soul righ' out of him.
I can't return to the Iron Mountains. I know my Pa misses meh, but it's best I don't return for a long time.
My Name is Rorik Ironforge, son of Grum and Karelia Ironforge, and I am on the run.
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