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Message: <blockquote data-quote="hairychin" data-source="post: 5578089" data-attributes="member: 6676224">KaliBrief backstory for Kali. [sblock=Backstory]Kalimaru, Last of the Darkfoot There were no signs of life in the village of the Darkfoot, at least nothing recent.  Signs of a previously prosperous goblin village however were everywhere, but now nothing but remains remained.  Kalimaru moved unheard and unseen, even by the animals attracted by the decaying carcases that littered the place.Kali stepped around his betrothed’s hut, no need to look in, he recognised the smell of her, tainted by death, from without.  The same at the chief’s hut, the same as at all, and he knew it would be the same at his father’s.  Well, his adopted father, the Shaman.  Goblin bodies were everywhere, left were they fell, clearly overcome by significant numbers.  None of the enemies’ bodies had been left behind, and surely there must have been some, but Kali knew what he was looking at.  A raid from another tribe, in fact from two tribes, joined in enmity and jealousy against the Darkfoot – a rare occurrence.The oath was sworn in blood and hatred, ‘Vengeance shall be mine’.There were no signs of life in the village of the Greatclaw, though soon the vermin would descend to feast, just as they had at that of the Redtongue.  Kali moved unheard and unseen, ensuring that the work of last night was complete.  It was.  The mercanaries had earnt their pay this last week, but Kali had not a coin left to his name, but then, vengeance was his. Kali felt he had earned a cup or two at the bar, after having dropped off his latest finds – stirge fletchlings in the kitchen – they fetched a good rate at fancy taverns like The Nentir Inn.[/sblock]</blockquote>

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