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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Velmont" data-source="post: 1339662" data-attributes="member: 13739">Gortag Background:Born in an orcish tribe, from his youth, he was seen by the leader as one who will become a great warrior. He was as strong as many heroe's of the tribes told in the stories of the wises. He wasn't the brigthest of the warrior, but his strength and endurence was with no compare, and he was wise to not do things he was knowing he couldn't do. With the years, he became a berserker, one who's rage give them great strength, and his was unbeatable, splitting his enemy in two with his axe. But when the dragon came for his tribe, it wasn't enough. But the worst, he didn't die on the battle field, as he sould had. The dragon was coming to get the best of their warriors for his own amusement, and he saw Gortag as the one with the best potential.Him and 3 other member of his tribe was taken alive. They were carried in the arena. There, they starts to train in the modern art of war, where the tactics is a good as the honor and the strength. One by one, his clanmates were falling in the arena, against stronger opponent, but for him, it was easy ones. None were his match. He became familiar with the arena combat, and became better. The dragon was very proud of him. It seems his victory was pleasing his master. After a whole year, the true challenge arise. Figthers of great experience, true gladiators, all were worthy opponent, but the strength of the berserker was too great to be beaten. His master was pleased, but strangely, there was something he liked in the sound of the crowd.One day, his master has come to give him a gift to carry in the arena. An a plate armor made by the child of his master at his honor. The amor was looking like a dragon. The whole armor was made fom a rare metal called adamantium, stronger than steel. He had to carry it for his next combat. The combat came. When he entered the arena, an elf, one of his master follower was telling a story where his master had fougth with courage. The armor was pretty heavy, Gortag was feeling uneasy in it, but when the combat starts, it take no time to end it. More blow than usual was hitting him, but rare was the one piercing the armor. When he hit the opponent weapons, it broke in two. His opponent, desesperate, try to grab him and immobolize him, but the scale ripped the skin of his opponent, and Gortag killed him with his fist.Two other combat followed without giving him a rest, and he won both. When the time was coming to go back to his cell, his master left him the armor for the night, and told him he should need to polish it when he would came back the day after to take the armor. It is during that night the elf came to him. He thought at first it was to take back the armor, but the elf wanted to escape and wanted his help. Gortag, wanted to avenge his tribe, and it is not by staying in his seel doing his master binding that he would be able to do it. He would miss teh crowd, but he would get his chance to fall in the battle field against the dragons and finish his live as a tre warrior, and maybe, even avenge his tribe by killing his master.</blockquote>

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