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The Story of Krug.

Little is known of our giant's upbringing. Last thing he remembers is being caged on a ship caught in the midst of a horrible storm. Luckily he managed to escape the cage and wash ashore. A pair of fishermen found him as he awakened, coughing and spewing salt water. One of the fisherman warily held out a huge cooked fish to the giant. The giant quickly snatched the fish from the frightened fisherman and ravenously devoured it. The fisherman pointed to himself and said Bjornick, then to the other fisherman and said Talian, then pointed to the giant clearly expecting a response. The giant simply scratched his head and uttered Krug? The fisherman seemed content with that and beckoned him to follow them into town. He managed to do a multitude of tasks to earn his keep around town but very little seemed to work for very long. Then one night in a tavern where Krug, Bjornick and Talion were drinking ale, a fight broke out. It was only a matter of seconds before Krug had the room cleared out. The bartender immediately offered Krug a job as bouncer. It seemed he had found his career, for now at least. Soon after Krug had earned himself a bit of a reputation, travelling Thera's less hospitable drinking spots as a bouncer for hire. And with the reputation came those seeking to challenge it. He fought many aspiring combatants and defeating them all with his unbridled fury. A few years passed, and a few hundred brawls stopped and nearly as many ruffians with something to prove humbled. Hell, he even took a few humblings himself. All the time Bjornick and Talian travelled with him, teaching him language, currency and all the things he would need to know to survive amongst all the others races in the lands. As the three of them roamed down a road in a bustling city called Seringale, they came across a huge arena. A fight was about to begin! One of the combatants was a famed Warlord, or perhaps an aspiring warlord... Either way, Krug was enthralled. Talian and Bjornick took notice of the look of longing in Krug's eyes. For days after the match Krug insisted on learning everything about the warlords. As Talion and Bjornick decided to head onto the next town, towards the village they had come from, Krug decided to stay in Seringale and become a Warlord... That or die trying.

A massive man stands here, well above eight feet tall. He is thickly corded with muscle, veins bulging all over his body. Murky green eyes glare out from under his wavy brown mop of hair. He has a strong, square jaw line under his well kept beard. His weather beaten skin is a dark red, contrasting to the yellowish white teeth showing within his beard. While not beautiful he could be called handsome, in a rugged fashion. An intricate design made to resemble flames has been burned into both of his huge arms, spanning from his scarred and callused knuckles to his broad and heavily muscled shoulders. As he breathes his chest heaves as if about to explode above his tree trunk like legs.