Deep within the Grimforge mountains, in the kingdom of dwarves, a great
many stories and legends have been born. But none quite so unusual as that
of Wulfe, retired Heavyweight Champion of the Dwarven Brawling Federation.
It all started as whispers amongst the commonfolk, of fights in the Gold
Mine in Timaran. Old King Gaungar keeps his kingdom under tight
supervision, a necessity in times like these. But supervision is boring,
and dwarves are a right rowdy bunch. So they started sneaking off to fight
for entertainment. All the worst drunks, vagabonds, and louts they could
muster. It became an underground sensation, no pun intended. The best of
the bunch was a young dwarf named Wulfe, as sloppy a drunk as the rest of
them, and then some. He set to making a real sport of it, dressing up in
ridiculous outfits, making up names for his moves, and getting the crowd as
riled up as possible. He had a great many fans, but King Gaungar was not
one of them. For dwarves are a prideful and spiteful people, and so he
meant to make an example out of poor young Wulfe. He staged a Heavyweight
Championship fight with his most vicious killer as the challenger. Dwarves
came from all around, even from other kingdoms, to watch the match.
Everyone wanted to see Ulfgar the Giant in action, and everyone by now had
heard of Wulfe, the fattest dwarf around, who would leap from the stands
onto his opponents. But you see, King Gaungar was angry. His guards had
been sneaking off to watch the fights, placing bets, and joining in on the
drinking and fun. He saw Wulfe as a threat to his authority, and he knew
that Ulfgar would likely kill him if given the opportunity. Little did he
know, however, that Wulfe's greatest admirer was in the stands that day, and
would forever change the course of history with his actions. One of the
fight started, it became apparent that Wulfe was clearly outmatched. Ulfgar
struck hard and fast, and his attacks weren't meant to amuse the crowd.
Wulfe was slow from food and drink, and soon the chants of "Wulfe, Wulfe,
Wulfe!" Died down to mutters of despair. Ulfgar saw the finishing blow and
struck Wulfe with all his might, knocking him out cold. As Wulfe lay there,
unconscious, a being bathed in glowing white light stood up from the stands
and walked down to meet him. "Wulfe," he spoke, "I am Diocletian, God of
War. And I am your greatest fan." He leaned down and whispered to Wulfe,
speaking of battle to come, of greater glory, and told him to get back up
and teach King Gaungar a lesson. He touched Wulfe's forehead, and granted
him his divine strength so that he could make one last effort. Suddenly,
Wulfe lept to his feet! The crowd went wild! The cheering became so loud
the cavern was in danger of crumbling down around them. Then Wulfe charged,
slamming into Ulfgar and sending him sprawling. And He did something he'd
never done before. He sat right on top of him, waving his hands to get the
crowd even more pumped up. Ulfgar was counted out, since he couldn't move,
and Wulfe kept his heavyweight championship. He announced his retirement a
week later, after all the partying ended. He then set off for Thera under
Diocletian's orders, to spread his word and prepare for what was coming.
[reply to Andrael]