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Message: <blockquote data-quote="OnlytheStrong" data-source="post: 3839774" data-attributes="member: 54781">Olot was born into a tribe of orc barbarians. He could only remember bits and pieces of that life though, as the majority of the tribe was slaughtered by the Silver Flame. The Gods were good to him, and he was not killed as many of the "prisoners" were. Instead he was allowed to train under then sharp eye of a man simply known as Panwo. He was more of a torturer than a teacher, and gave Olot beatings regularly. He prefered to call his beatings "treatments." Olot recieved a "treatment" every time he disobeyed or did not learn a move as quickly as Panwo expected. Sometimes they were beatings, sometimes they were floggings. Olot prefered the flog to the beating. He found the torn skin more to his liking than the bruised eye or occasional broken finger. There was more pride in scars than pain memories he decided. Olot finally grew into adulthood and was freed from Panwo's care. He set out travelling and accidently stumbled onto a small group of magic users. His training made him care very little for their magic, but the longer he observed them, the more he found that he could use them. He could profit from them. He found a single man, a warlock, and approached him. Olot offered to protect the man for a small fee. He would never tell the man that he enjoyed knowing he had a powerful spell caster behind him, no matter what the situation.Olot was pleased to learn that the warlock, Frundor Termen by name, was a rather ....... smart fellow. He loved to make a easy gold piece. His attitude toward life and the lives of others often fit in with Olot's own opinions. After years of travelling together, their deal changed some, Olot was not paid to protect Frundor anymore, but still was still his protector. Olot became more of a partner than a simple employee.</blockquote>

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