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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Hairy Minotaur" data-source="post: 2618548" data-attributes="member: 11574">History part 3Recorded twenty years ago from a commune with ancestral sprits by all the shamans of Clan Avalanche.Grtuck't of Clan Remembrance:When the storm lords came to us, and asked for us to join them against the titans. We thought better of it, we did not wish to commit our tribe to the whims of those who wished to use us as fodder. We declined and sent them on their way, telling them to keep their trifle squabble away from our homes. But the storm lords would not listen, they fought the ever losing battle, too full of themselves to accept the titan's terms.When the last storm lord was laid low by Kairntheus' hammer the titans bade us to join them in wiping out the sky lords floating castles. Again we declined, preferring instead to continue our mastery of the stone we worked and lived from, seeking to remain oblivious to the conflict around us. The sky lords proved deceptive and they hid their castles far from Kairntheus' reach. We thought the conflict had ceased when the titans left our realm and faded into the mists in which they came. Years passed and the sky lords peeked their heads from under their clouds and were set upon by great winged things in the sky. The sky lords were unable to retreat and they were felled by mounted titans on the backs to creatures greater than even the mighty dragons. Kairntheus came to us again and bade us to fight or surrender. Wishing to do neither, we conscripted the dwarves in our home to build us a place to hide until the titans became bored and left. The dwarves built a great house of stone and placed it within our home. All of the clans prepared to move away from the titan's ever present gaze, only to have our home cleaved in twain by Kairntheus' demonic lackey Nhagh. The monster had unearthed four of our children and wore their corpses like jewelry around his infernal waist. We fled in earnest toward the house the sturdy ones had made for both our race's clans. Kairntheus caused the blood of the earth to erupt within our home, it spread out through our tunnels and once reaching the severed top of our home it bathed the mountain in it's fury. Our sheltered house floated in the middle of the caldera. I leapt for it hoping to gain entry and save myself. I did not make it.Hurmthud of Clan Severed Rock:Those of us still alive when Nhagh stopped swinging his mace, were huddled and chained together along with some of our brethren from the hills below us. We were led to the coast an arduous journey that took nearly three open moons to reach, it also took nearly fifty of the clan with it as well. When we reached the shore the seven-hundred and so of us remaining were shoved onto great floating barges by Nhagh. For many moons we sat huddled for warmth on the deck, while every other day Nhagh would truss one of us or the hill giants up and dangle then over the side of the barge to be used as bait for various sea creatures. When the beasts took the bait they were pulled up from the sea and beaten and then eaten by the titans. We were fed the stomach contents, nearly always containing some of our brothers. Many tried to dive overboard, only to be crippled and left on the deck to starve to death in the face of their families. When we reached shore we were led off the barge through an enormous city built for the titans. Both humans and orcs were ushered through the streets by minotaurs who seemed to whip their entourage indiscriminately. We were then brought out of the city and led upon a broken path to a large mountain. Our hopes were lifted when thoughts of a new home crept into our heads. Alas, we were told we were now slaves and were tasked with helping our hill brothers and some of our less civilized cousins to dig into the mountain and to follow the pattern first laid out by dwarves who were apparently there before us. We were told any deviation from there initial tunnels would result in immediate and never ending torture. We were not allowed to stay in the mountain however. We were given a strip on land on which to sleep, eat, and perform bodily functions on. If the work in the tunnels did not kill you, the disease of your new home did. We were forbidden to write or to practice any of our crafts, open worship of our deities was forbidden. Depression killed off whatever hope the titan's oppression had left. Only the ogres seemed to thrive in these conditions.We learned later from the orcs that the dwarves and gnomes fled the from the titans into the tunnels and were never found. Soon after learning of that, Durnngh of Clan Broken Hearts exclaimed that he had unearthed the pattern that we were digging out. He told us all to gather at high moon and he would reveal why we should not dig anymore and that death was a better option than the horror we would soon release. Unfortunately he was taken from our pen at sundown and was never seen from again. After that random disappearances began to occur within our clans, brothers you were digging with the day before would vanish overnight never to be seen again. Paranoia replaced the depression and my people resolved to not sleep for fear of where one would wake up. During these trying days I was summoned to the titan taskmaster to answer why we were running behind schedule. As I waited there I caught a glimpse of an ogre, only not an ogre. This creature looked to be a cross of ogre and lizard. Tall and gangly like an ogre but with a tail and claws. It fled once it realized it was being watched, it brought this matter up with the taskmaster and was beaten and tossed into a bowl of greenish ichor and left to die alone screaming in pain for days.History part 4 will go from soon after this account from the stone giants, to the present.</blockquote>

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