Kurbrawn the Ageless Fist of Imperial Might, Emperor of Thera

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Chapter 4

The three drow made their way up to the surface to see how well their new
experiment went. What they did not know was they were expected. Once they
got outside the mouth of the cave, the ground shook and the mountainside came
down, closing the entrance. At that moment twelve cloaked figured materialized
around the three suprised magi and their giant.

One of the figures spoak in a croaking dry voice. "You thought the tower would
let you just leave with the secrets you've been given, Archmage? You are now
stripped of that title." At that moment the twelve figures clapped their hands
and numerous large golems and constructs of many different looking materials
appeared behind the cloaked figures, and slowly began moving toward the drow
and Kurbrawn.

Without hesitating the Archmage drew his sword and wand and gave Kurbrawn his
last command. "Kurbrawn, kill them all!" He drew his blades and went after
the golem closest to him. Before he could even swing his head caught a blow
and he was knocked to the ground.

"That's the best you could do? Now what do you want your last words to be?"
said one of the cloaked figures.

The Archmage replied, "He was our first experiment."

The twelve figures all laughed and one spoke, "Strange last words" as the
twelve raised the hands and pointed at the three drow and said "die".

The three drow fell to their feet, dead. At that moment the three collars
around Kurbrawn's neck poofed into dust.

"Let us leave him, he has done us no wrong." The figures bowed their heads
The twelve figures all laughed and one spoke, "Strange last words" as the
twelve raised the hands and pointed at the three drow and said "die".

The three drow fell to their feet, dead. At that moment the three collars
around Kurbrawn's neck poofed into dust.

"Let us leave him, he has done us no wrong." The figures bowed their heads
and a black mist slowly enveloped them all, and in a moment they were gone.

Shortly after the figures left him, Kurbrawn woke up in a daze. He looked
around him and saw three drow, two male and a female, dead on the ground
before him. He checked his surroundings to find nothing but footprints of
many different beings, and a pair of blades. He remembered nothing, nothing
but his name, Kurbrawn. He didn't know where he was, but it looked to him
he was in a battle, from all the tracks, and the blades felt good in his
hands. The blades felt good in his hands, they felt good to swing.
Knowing his name and how to swing a blade, he ventured off to
find someone who could help him see through the darkness
that clouded his mind.

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Chapter 3

Deep in a dark cavern of the underdark, three drow magi made their home and
workshop hidden deep away from where any would find them.

"Are you Sure you can keep him asleep, Helenga? I don't want him waking up
while I'm inking his skin. I need time to make the lines perfect, or this
will not work. This isn't the same as drawing the symbols on armor or a
large axe blade."

"Don't worry about me, just make sure you tattoo those runes where I told you,
and if you question my knowledge of anatomy again I'll intruduce you to one of
my golems."

"If you two don't stop bickering, I'll wake him up and let him loose on you
both! Need I remind you how much time we have before his mind goes so blank
that his brain won't be able to tell his limbs to even MOVE?!"

"Yes Archmage," Helenga and Fenceran said as the swiftly got back to their
work. This was not a formal school of magic by any means.

"Are the bindings ready, Gerguel?"

"Yes Archmage, used alloys ya gave mah, smithed well like ya said. Soft
when right heat, but once combine and cool they harder than diamond. Hope
ya give me more sometime, I'll make ya fine blade ehh," said the duergar.

All preperation had been completed. After Fenceran was done, the backside
of Kurbrawn was covered in a web of black lines and arcane symbols. All
the lines rooted from a spot in the middle of the back of his neck, where
the spine meets the brains. Around his neck were three metal collars, all
with engraved symbols similar to those tattooed on his back.

The three drow stood around Kurbrawn as he lay on the wookbench. Each one
of them took a strand of their hair and tied it to a different collar.

"It's now or never, our time drawns near," the Archmage hissed softly.

The three of them bagan chanting and the ritual had begun. They repeated
the words until the collars glowed bright. The hairs poofed one by one
and as the third one poofed Kurbrawn's eyes opened wide.

"Can you hear me, Kurbrawn?" the Archmage said. There was no reponse.
"Stand up, Kurbrawn" the Archmage said. Kurbrawn quickly stood up,
breaking all the chains that were binding him.

The Archmage cracked a grin and said "It worked! Let us go test him."

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Chapter 2

Kurbrawn had not seen light for some time how. Being bound and blindfolded, he
was disoriented and had no idea how long it had been. He only knew he was so
hungry he could eat his blindfold. He was lucky to find that stagnant puddle
of cave water. Putrid and disgusting, but at least he didn't have to worry of
thirst.

He heard footsteps and the loud banging of the door being opened. He heard many
different sets of feet come in and surround him. He heard voices, one he did
recognize, but many he did not.

"Now we told you to be careful, he is a wild one. We haven't giving him food
for a few days now, so he will be easier to handle," said the drill general.

A soft hissing voice pierced Kurbrawn's ears. "This one will do, I will take
the word of your supieriors, general. Take him to the surface, our wagon has
a cage for him, and Helenga awaits eagerly. She cannot wait to see her new
specimen."

Kurbrawn heard the pitter patter of people leaving the cell. A few moments
after he heard two large sets of footsetps enter the cell. The two guards
each took an arm and picked him up. Kurbrawn had been thinking about what
to make his escape since he woke up and couldn't break his chains. He now
crossed his fingers and hoped it would work.

Kurbrawn knew the doorway was only big enough for one giant to pass through.
After all, this wasn't his first time in chains. Once he could tell the
guards were walking strait for the door, Kurbrawn stopped dragging his feet
and ran as fast as he could for the cell entrance, hoping he would pass
through the doorway and the guards would each bash into the walls on either
side. The force of the abrubt hault nearly pulled Kurbrawn's arms from his
shoulders, but it worked. Kurbrawn found the keys on the guards and un-
binded himself. He knew were he was, and made ran for the surface of the
underground training barracks he was in. He came to the door that lead
outside and listened to see if it was safe to leave. At that moment he
felt a small cold hand upon his head and hear a soft voice whisper in his
hear "sleep" and everything went blank.

It was minutes later that the alarm horns sounded and the guards had found
Helenga standing over Kurbrawn's body. "Put him in the cage and bind him!
If I have to raise another hand it will be to end you life!"

The guards bound Kurbrawn in multible shackles and chains, making sure
he would not give any more trouble.

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Chapter 1

The drill general paced back and for, over come by anger from the stupidity of
the grunt. The young fire giant kneel before the general, staring at at the
ground before him. He showed no emotion, but the fear in him was great. This
was not the first time he had faultered during his military training. Walking
behind Kurbrawn the general swung a broken wooden sword across the back of his
skull. "You were given these wooden weapons for reason!" the general screamed.
"When you are told to stop, you need to STOP! This is the second sprawling
partner you have disabled! You are here to TRAIN and to DISCIPLINE YOURSELF!
I remind you, you do NOT want to know what will happen to you should you FAIL!
DO YOU HEAR ME?" after his final word the general cracked kurbrawn across his
skull once more. Kurbrawn did not flinch in pain and replied "I not faulter
again, general sir!" The general turned to his side, looking to a pair of well
armored fire giants, of high rank in the military. They both gave the general
a slow shake of their heads, the general knew what to do. "No, you won't,"
the general said before swinging his large black steel hammer at the young
giant's skull, knocking him out cold. "Take him to the auction. Make sure he
is WELL BOUND! He has broken restrains before. I assume when he awakens his
anger won't be easy to settle."

The army would not put up with the recklessness of Kurbrawn any longer. He was
indeed one of the stronger specimen they had seen, but when in combat he would
not take any orders overcome by his own rage. He would often scream deafening
warcries, even causing his own ears to ring, making the overseer's angry as
he ignored their calls. After all the trouble he had cause them, they weren't
about to simply slit his throat and feed him to the dogs. As strong as he was,
he would catch a fair price sold as a slave
of their old friends might be looking for such a brute. Big and strong but
dumb as dirt.

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