Brawndara was born into a family with a small modest fortune and was the only child. His father Ry'gaara the Blacksmith was a harden work horse and keep their town proper state fixing and mending much of the metal work. Brawndara's mother Tiaina died months after his birth due to an illness, but during her life was the preeminent baker. People came from all over for her sweets and would look for any reason to hire her for their galas. Imra'dar was a small city with only 5,000 residents, not including visitors, small city big enough to support a small army in time of need to defend their countryside. Brawndara was large for a child most kids picked on him because he was shy. One warm day when he was 8, a local bully was torturing a blonde freckled faced little girl. The boy broke her puppy's leg with a stick all the while smiling. Brawndara had been helping his dad in the smithy, as he stepped into the ally to cool off. The crying girl looked into Brawndara’s eyes and rage filled him. Edgar the butcher’s son was known for being cruel to animals and to his joy the ally had plenty of fun for him. Brawndara grabbed and old worn shovel handle out the barrel next to the back door. Edgar turned around to late after hearing brawn's rageful scream taking a lump to the head.
The girl, who had only been their hoping to find a discarded bone for her pup, scooped up the battered pup and limped to the smithy. Brawn felt as if lighting had struck him only to be made aware that it was a low kick from Ed. He had just taken his eye off of him for a moment. Still holding the handle brawn struck Ed's knee. Regaining his footing as a new born calf, he held the handle high overhead preparing to strike Ed again. A deep voice crackled from behind him,"Oi! What in da name ub Adron yous think yous doing"? Brawn turned his eye meeting that of the butchers, before he could answer Porgoren palmed brawn's head into the ally wall. "I'll teach you to hit my boy" Porgoren raised his clever ready to cut into young tender meat. "Enough! You forget who keeps your blades able to cut thru meats" Ry'gaara boomed. "Stay out ub this Ry’gaara yous boy started it" Porgoren whelped pointing the clever at Brawn's face. "Now Porgor the town knows what kind of cruel bastard your son is, Brawn stopped him from coming close to killing this poor girl and her dog". Me son would neber harm a fly said Porgoren. “Look around back their how many animal parts do you see that aren’t discarded livestock. Ry'gaara walked over to Ed's so call hide out and ripped off the roof, the morbid toys Ed had made. Animal heads sat atop stolen handles even the body of a young male Lizard boy Ed use to play with long ago. This is what your son's heart looks like inside pure evil, Moshron's little disciple.
Ry'gaara was proud of his son for the first time; he had watched the whole thing from the shadows of the smithy. He saw justice in his son's heart as he reported the incident to the city guard. Ed beamed hatred as he stepped on to the cart; days later he was tried and was sent to a mining camp. That day her father decied to move the family a couple of towns over to new farm land. Ry'gaara became more the town drunkard as he aged, by the time Brawndara reached the age of 10 his father died from a kick to the head by the horse he was shoeing. Brawndara tried to keep the smithy going for four years but his father never taught him much. Ry'gaara didn't want his son to be stuck a poor blacksmith under the boot of the land wardens. Brawndara was hurled into the streets when the debt collector took his family’s homestead as payment on back taxes his father drink away. Brawndara himself was carted off a work camp, towns over but months after being whipped and burned for the smallest mistake. Brawndara learned Ed had been sent here after the mining camp, some guards awoke to screams of grown men being murdered. Ed was found covered in the entrails of men only the husks of skins helped identify the bodies. They were too scared to do anything with him after that, so mercenaries where hired to escort him into the nearest Orc mountains. By his 16th birth year he ran into the nearby forest with a hammer in hand to escape, after a rock slide crushed the slavers guarding him
Months later he found a small farming town after getting hired he worked the stables and farm lands. He made enough money to buy a small shack and was handy enough to make it laughable and barely able to be lived in. He found happiness for the first time, since he could remember. By the time his had arrived at the age of 17 he had learned enough carpentry and masonry to rebuild his shack into a nice small home next to the Logden forest. Months after his 19 year of birth a farmer’s daughter caught his eye, while he was working the land. Amarisa's blonde hair shown like golden grain in a field, cheeks rosy and lightly kissed by a few freckles. Brawndara always found ways to make her smile just to get a glance at her dimples. Amarisa was fond of his shy awkwardness and would sneak away from her chores to watch him in his labors. Soon the winter months crept in harsh and would stab at Brawndara in the night as he gathered the chopped wood to keep the fire going. Amarisa would bring him warm meals and cider just to have an excuse to see him, she never forgot the boy who helped her so long ago though he had changed into man now. As they spent more and more time together she reminded him of that fated meeting so long ago.
As spring time brought the songs of birds in love, they too soon fell in love. Her father loved him like a son and was glad when the day came that Brawn purposed to her. She would pick on his shaven baby face as she called it. The day of the wedding she wore the most brilliant white gown trimmed in red, a crown of small wild flowers adorned her head. Brawn had shoulder legth hair pulled back and tied neatly, she laid out his clothing days before. He wore a white tunic trimmed in red with coal black pants. The hours that passed seemed to be the most joyous in their whole life. Brawndara started adding on to their home next to the forest, by autumn she found herself pregant and he had finished the house. Another winter soon came, brawn was out chopping trees to heat and cook with. The hairs on the back of his neck stood up he could feel eye's glaring at him, the lurking feeling never left him. Ushos arrived and the newborn would soon followed. Brawndara paced in front of there bedroom door awaiting the birth, medico's and midwives rushed in and out. After twelve hours the babies first cry was heard through the door the midwives brought brawn in to see his baby boy. Amarisa looked tired and yet had the new mother glow about her, she embraced Reinhold as she slept.
12 months later Brawn sat in his chair by the hearth carving a wooden wolf to go with the other animal toys he had made his son. The winds of Mas blew in the night air Reinhold and Amarisa where fast a sleep. Carved animal toys lined the small table awaiting Reinhold in the morning but he would never see them. Flames roared outside the house chants to Moshran awoke Brawn and his family. Reinhold's cries only seemed to fuel the crowd gathered, Amarisa took the child and hid under the bed. Thunderously the door came crashing down, an Orc's head cracked like a melon as Brawn brought down the hatchet. Mob's of orc's swarmed the house dragging the family out into the night, torches danced as Amarisa screamed clawing after an orc who had taken Reinhold. Brawn was helpless to do anything as three orc's pinned and chained him, his shirt ripped off and flogged. Edgar walked out of the shadows grinning devilishly he had lead the horde here after i seen Brawn chopping wood back in winter. Amarisa and Brawn shattered as they watched the horror taking place, Orc's tore into the child like a suckling pig. Edgar eyed Amarisa and sent the males upon her when they where finished she was torn asunder sacrificed to Moshran. Brawn looked lifeless as Edgar kneeled down "Eber since dat day en de ally, Me waited fer my revenge on yous und dat sow. Imagine me surprise when me found yous und her wrabbed up here's like gift to de fadur me just had to wait, und what a treat youd hab a child too." Edgar took a club and knocked brawn out cold.
Days pass and Brawn lost all track of time, Edgar chose to keep him as a pet to torture and humiliate. Edgar feasted as Brawn's torture was turned into entertainment for the horde. The horde took turns burning, cutting, flogging, one even tied him to a horse they had stolen so it could watch brawn being dragged. Edgar stood before the horde as its chief and "Moshrans chosen child", he lead them on a savage and bloody campaign slaughtering each town they road into. Brawn doubled as a pack mule for the horde pulling their cart filled with loot and other trophies, if only they had taken notice of how strong this act was making him. Every town Brawn relived the night he watch this horde destroyed his family, he was staked and chained to the ground like a mut only tossed scraps to eat. As the Orc's slept he would test his strength as he tried in-vain it seemed to pull the stake from the ground, once in a while a guard would awake in the night and use him as a pissing post. Edgar took more pleasure in watching brawn then others of the tribe, most of the horde started to treat him as an abused pet. Once in a while they would refuse to beat him or degrade him and in doing so the horde was reminded why Edgar was chief, as he would flay the skin from the offender. A few mixed raced towns would offer gifts to keep the horde from attacking, Brawn was looked down upon for being a servant to the horde. Regardless of the being chained, these rare moment's Edgar seemed to take the most pleasure from as he watch and even offered the towns folk to throw rotten food at him. "Hur Hur dese oomies and long ears" Edgar laughed taking the gifts, Brawn was now fully scar'd across his back and upper body from the two years of torture. Brawn's beard and hair was matted with piss and mud, he hadn't talked or screamed in a year. Edgar started to not even notice him by the third year and no longer got amusement from Brawn's treatment.
The night was still and cold the horde had made camp traveling across the mountains Brawn could smell the salt on the air he knew he wasn't far from the ocean. The ground was to hard to stake him down for the night so they carelessly chained him to the cart he pulled, he knew this cart well because he was required to maintain it. Brawn broke the spoke of the carts wheel he was tethered to no one seem to notice the crack of the wood, he guessed it was due to rocks falling here and there during the night. Brawn gathered the chain making sure to hold it tight to keep the metal from ringing against it's self. Slowly and unsure of himself he crept into Edgar's tent whether it was cold revenge, ragefull hatred, or his sense of justice that lured him to he didn't know or cared anymore after five years. He was tired of being, his soul shattered, bones bruised, and flesh filet'ed beyond anything a being has had to endure. Brawn decided to end it all, he knew that even if Edgar did wake he had to do it if not for himself then for the others that might end up like him. His fist clench the cold hard metal tightly his shadow loomed over the Orc, the flames of the small fire pit blazed in his eyes demonically. He had to end it here this was not a person but a sick animal that needed to be put down as he tried to reason to himself. Cold intense pain rush through Edgar as he awoke with a roar to a blur of red and black vision. Fearing the others would soon storm into the chiefs tent Brawn quickly wrapped the chain around Edgar neck to silents the orc. Edgar writhed trying to get free as the chain pulled tighter and tighter slowly leeching his life away. In the struggle to kill the orc Brawn finally choked out Edgar yet didn't stop as his eyes searched his enemy for the key. Brawn smiled seeing the key also hanging around Edgars neck loosening his grip on the chain he reached around yanking the key off his neck. Dropped Edgar on top of the fire pit Brawn placed one foot on his back holding him down on the fire as he released the lock from the collar, moments later Edgar woke up.
A blood curdling screamed broke the quiet of the night, to Edgar's horror he found himself weak as pain over took the once dull senses awaking to a new world he had never known. Fear sat in as the horde charged into the tent swarming as though a ant hill had in kicked, brawn tried to fight back as they beat and tossed him into the night. Orc's howled seeing their chief burned and clinging to life his once strong mighty form brought fear, now only pity and disgust. Brawn laid on the ground as the orc's savagely beat and kicked him, he had not had this treatment in many moons but he also relaxed "I'll be with you soon". Blood fever sat into the orcs unlike it had ever before, one swift deffing kick to the he and Brawn was done silents feel upon him. Blinding light appeared from the darkness he could see a silhouette as he looked at the figure, slowly he noticed its hair like Golden wheat field "Amarisa" he both stated and questioned. "Were not ready for you yet my love" Amarisa's voice was like spring waking his soul breaking it from the grips of winter. Her words cut him worse than anything he had been through up till now, "I'm done i just want to rest dear" brawn said weakly. "He still lives my love Moshran wont let him cross so easily" his soul sink hearing her words. Another figure appeared next to Amarisa a dark haired, gray skinned, and timeless looking woman wearing a black dress. This strange woman pointed at him as the light grew more intense he felt cold, wet along with pressure and pain.
The sea lapped against Brawn's head he started coughing up sea water as he woke to the warm sun on his skin. Crawling from the shore pain griped him a reminder of what had brought him to this point in lfe. The Orc horde stomped him brutally the chief's warlord roared out "trow dat meat sack off de cliff him nub get nudder chance!" The two strongest took unconscious brawn by the hand and feet and with a mighty heave cast him into the darkness below. A sharp pain stabbed him "Is it dead?" a child's voice questioned, with a grone Brawn slowly rose to his feet. "Ahhhhh! the undead run!!" he turned the see the children running away screaming, wearing sea weed, sand, and what little he was allowed to wear by the orc which would have only be seen as a loin cloth. Brawn throat was dry and could barely force out a "E'llo" he staggered and stumbled to a small shack. The wood of the shack was old, gray, and smelling of musk the poor abuse thing that use to be a man fell against the door. *Crrreeeeekkkkk* *Snap* the hing broke causing the door and Brawn to fall through into the shack "uff". Cob webs, dust and few ratty blankets were the only contents of this wounder safe palace brawn stumbled into.
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