Woldrun Grall-than the Indomitable Conquerer of the Perilous, Commander of Battle

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Chapter 12

Woldrun was born and raised in your standard run-of-th-mill cloud giant
village. It was not burned and razed by magi. He is not the chosen one
from some ancient prophecy. His wife was not raped by duergar, nor is
he an exile due to killing someone in a bloodlusty rage.

Woldrun's family has always believed that one must work with what
one is given, and not look too far outside of yourself and your own
body and mind. Generally distrusting of magi, for they make use of powers
that come from elsewhere, Woldrun has been taught that magicians truly do
over-reach and try to make more of themselves than what the Gods gave
them.

He doesn't truly hate magi, but he doesn't like them either. He will
certainly not shy away from attacking one that he feels he can kill,
both to prove a point and because he enjoys combat.

He will almost certainly attempt to join the BattleRagers, for they
exemplify all that he has come to believe in - self-reliance, combat
strength, courage, and a sense of family.

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Chapter 11

Woldrun has observed, in his travels, that many of the "smarter races" seem to
smirk each time he speaks. He's noticed that they generally do this when he
says his own name, or theirs. He asked around a bit and found out about
pronouns, though he did not comprehend them as explained that way. He has
understood, however, that if you wish to appear intelligent, you should not
refer to yourself by your name, but by the word "I". He is attempting to
understand this and use it in day-to-day language, ever seeking to grow and
to go outside his "comfort zone" as the Lady Yean speaks of.

Woldrun has grown in other ways. Within his guild. Standing amongst his fellow
Villagers. Physically, becoming even more muscular than before. Spiritually,
understanding more and more of the way of the Sublime.

He has a long way to go before any will consider him a wise man, and
it is likely he'll never consider himself wise at all.

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Chapter 10

Woldrun has come a long way. He has been told that he is among
the top 5 mageslayers within the Village, but more than that,
he has come more and more comfortable with the world outside the
small village where he grew up. His speech, while a long way from
scholarly, no longer draws open sneers from those who would think him
too stupid to understand. He is certain, however, that the sneers are
still there, merely hidden beneath a veneer of civility.

Woldrun finds himself wondering, as he scours the lands for new
knowledge of the terrain, and attempts to improve his combat skills,
what shall he do to impress the Lady Yean enough to bear her mark?

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Chapter 9

Maddening, that's what it is. The so-called Empress and her minions
sit outside, waiting to use their filthy magic to summon him and his
compatriots one by one to an inevitable doom by the Imperial hordes.

Afraid to come into the Village and fight, but sure enough in their
own victory outside, they lay siege to the Village. Meanwhile, the
Assassin Zikat prowls the area around the massive giant, stalking one
of them. A helpless feeling, being completely unable to bring the
assassin out of the shadows in any way.

Woldrun relaxes slightly, and a faint smile comes to his lips. He will
remain next to the Destructor, and await what comes. Patience is something
he has the ability to show, sometimes. And at the Destructor, he will find
a death worth dying, not some sword through his chest without a chance to raise
his blades.

Now his companions speak of needing to rest. It shall be an end, but such
an end! A glorious battle, hopefully taking one with him.

As he waits, his thoughts drift toward the possibility of being
named the new Drillmaster. Most of the current Villagers fight with Courage,
so that part of his duty would be relatively simple, at least at first.
Several of them do not know enough about terrain, nor good tactics
in combat - that is something he can and will instruct them on.

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Chapter 8

Woldrun's had a busy couple of weeks. Borkahd, the Commander of the Village,
named him as Drillmaster.
Several of Thera's most well-known magi fell on their swords - Cyrn, the pesky
hummingbird, Ikbe, the lumbering death machine, and Pzuryxal. Just Pzuryxal.
Lady Yean invited Woldrun and Borkahd both to Hunt with her, and after, granted
each of them her mark, the crossed sword and flute.

On the other hand, he's fallen so many times to foes who outnumber him, it has
become somewhat daunting. The giant Kolruk, for instance, refuses to fight
toe-to-toe, despite the fact that he has gained the upper hand in such battles
Ilix, Dereli, Zikat...all assassins should just die, Woldrun thinks. Well,
Most of them, in any case.

The Lady Yean also granted Woldrun a title. Which he...mostly...
understands. He is proud of his accomplishments, but not overproud.
Next, he will return to where he grew up, and see what that brings.

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Chapter 7

"Sit. Tell us about life." Woldrun's father's abrupt way of speaking
sounded somehow alien to Woldrun's ears, after all this time. It was
what he had grown up with, and how he had spoken for many years after
setting out to see the world, yet his own expanded and lengthened
vocabulary left him feeling like an outsider in this place that had
spawned him.

"I am a member of the Village of the BattleRagers," Woldrun began. He
knew he would have to work up to all of his accomplishments, rather
than spew them all forth, or his father would never believe him.

"I have had a hut for many years. Have formed good relationship with
another giant-" Woldrun left out the fact that the other giant was, in
fact, one of the feared Fire giants - he did not need a lecture about
catching diseases from one of those "black and red boulders" (though
thinking about Borkahd's obsession with raping elves and dark-elves
almost nightly did leave him a bit hesitant to shake the hand of his
Commander) "-and both have reached the top circle of Warrior guild."

His mother began to tear up a bit, with pride at her oldest child's
success, but his father gestured somewhat impatiently (for a cloud
giant) for him to continue.

"What about mark on arm? What that about?" he pestered.

"I am getting to that." Woldrun replied. "I sought out Lady Yean and
spoke with her. Many times. The other giant, my friend? He became the
Village Commander. He also speaks often with Lady Yean."

The door to his parent's home opened and in dashed the youngest of
his family, a young giant that stood no taller than a horse.

"Woldrun friend of Commander?!!?" the little one exclaimed,
wide-eyed and flushed with excitement. He had clearly been listening
at the door.

A loud "HARRUMPH" from Woldrun's father settled the lad down. Woldrun
decided this was the best time to finish the main part of his tale.

"Yes, I am. In fact, when the former Drillmaster retired, the Commander
named me his replacement. I am Drillmaster of the Village, and one of
a very few who are honored to bear the mark of Lady Yean, Goddess of the
BattleRagers." With that, he gave his well-formed bicep a flex, and
the sword-and-flute bulged out prominently.

The reaction was mixed, to put it mildly. His mother was no longer able
to control her tears of joy, and jumped up to hug him. His youngest
brother's eyes grew larger than seemed giantly possible, and a grin
split his face from ear to ear, widening at each word. His father...

Another "HARRUMPH" interrupted the hugging and grinning quicker than a
magi throwing fireballs into a village made of kindling.

"And? How many of other Gods have met? You say wanted explore, learn
terrain. Only meet one Goddess? Hrmph."

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Chapter 1

Woldrun sits on the ground next to the skull throne. Even as Commander, he knows he is
not worthy of it. His blood cools slightly and he begins to breathe more deeply.

Not much time left, now. His vitality wanes, in part due to his own reckless behavior. Reckless, but
not stupid. At least not in his own mind. Woldrun grows weary of the waiting game, the baiting
games...let's fight, he thinks.

Why did he accept the Lady Yean's challenge? He could have taken to his grave long ago,
earning a respite. So many reasons. He wasn't sure of the leadership the Village would have
if he fell. Duty. Bah. Most importantly, when the Lady of the crossed sword and flute offers
you a challenge, you do not turn it down. Serving Lady Yean is about constantly challenging yourself.
To do anything less would be to disgrace himself, and her along with him.

Soon now, though.

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Chapter 2

Woldrun has chosen a Drillmaster for the third time since becoming Commander.
It was a very difficult decision, between Malakhi, Gahdak, and Susubienko. All
fought well in his mini-trials at the Arena. All answered well in his discussions
in the War Room. All had their own faults that he informed them they must work on:
Gahdak was too quick to call people a coward.
Susubienko had an annoying way of whining in a "veiled" way to make it seem as if
she was not really whining.
Malakhi spent too much time worrying about the Maran instead of focusing on magi.

In the end, Woldrun selected Susubienko. The deciding factor was her efficiency at
ending magi. Perhaps a foolish thing to base things on, but her skill in battle
cannot be denied.

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Chapter 3

Many things have happened in Woldrun's life. Much continues as it always has,
applicants, enemies, allies, victories and defeats.

One notable victory is the freeing of Lord Thror Hammersong from an age-long imprisonment by an
Ancient Wyrm and a powerful ArchMagus. Many battles were fought to free him, and he
still bears some bitter resentment toward the Village as a whole for "forgetting" him. But he
managed a gruff gratitude. The important thing is his freedom.

Upon hearing the part that Woldrun played in freeing Lord Thror, his father did something
that Woldrun had never seen before. He broke down and wept. And hugged his son for the
first time since Woldrun had been old enough to hold a sword.

"Am very proud of you, my son."

The words were a crack in the dam that holds back Woldrun's emotions and he, too,
began to weep softly. He had never realized how much his father's approval meant to him.

Until now.

Composing himself, wiping his tears, and hugging his family gruffly with much-too-hard
back-slapping, Woldrun hefted his weapons and returned to the Village. There was still
more mage blood to spill.

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Chapter 4

Woldrun plods along his course, tumbling down the mortal coil like a large
grey boulder tumbling down the mountain of life. Often, magi and those who
serve them are crushed beneath the landslide that Woldrun's tumbling triggers.
On occasion, however, enough enemies will bunch together and cause a bump
in Woldrun's course.

These bumps in the path are nothing Woldrun concerns himself with, however.
Each bump is just another challenge, each time a pack of mangy animals tears
at his flesh is just another opportunity to show his Courage and Pride.

In other matters, he has done fairly well. He is now the Commaner of the Village,
a feat which has impressed even his father. He has visited with more of
the Gods above, including Lord Kastellyn, which impressed his father even more.

Recently he has engaged in several good battles, and come out the victor.
Despite the times falling to overwhelming odds, life is good.

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Chapter 5

Struggling through difficulties
Woldrun's life has not been as good, lately, as it had been.
The ascension of Borkahd into the Pantheon makes him both happy
and sad - he is proud to have fought, bled, and died next to one
who is now immortal, but he also misses one of his most staunch allies.

In addition, other close brothers have lived the life of a village flame:
Grawshen and Thomayen - both burning bright, hot, and fast, and being
snuffed out too soon.

Of late, too, the only combat Woldrun seems to be able to engage in is one-sided
toward the hated Empire - recovering the bloody head from odds that range from
merely "poor" to "disturbingly ridiculous".

Finally, he has been largely unsuccessful in carrying out his father's wishes -
the Lady Rayihn is the only Lord or Lady that he has met aside from those he
has already spoken with. As beautiful as she is, that is unlikely to impress his
father.

All is not lost or bad, however. Despite a "dry spell" in mage skulls,
the reason for this - most all magi running when they see him approaching -
does fill him with some pride.

None within the Village know of the dissatisfaction Woldrun currently
experiences - he is not one to moan or complain. There is still work to be
done, and he will see it done.

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Chapter 6

Woldrun was not surprised by his father's lack of enthusiasm. At least
he hadn't proclaimed him a liar or belittled his accomplishment. For his
father, those two facts showed Woldrun even more pride than anything his
mother or siblings could do. That the only negative he could find was a
dearth of meetings with others of the pantheon was only further proof of
his pride in his son.

"I have, in fact, met others. Have spoken with Lady Iunna. Won tournament
of warriors that she hosted. Have been in same room as Lady Neltouda, and
spoken to Lord Fjarn briefly...not in same room though..." Woldrun trailed
off. He knew that would not be enough to appease his father. In truth,
nothing would. However..."I plan to find shrines of all Lords and Ladies
that I can, and speak with them if they allow. But am very busy with being
Drillmaster. And must remain faithful to Lady Yean."

His father snorted, a loud sound like ripping apart a mystical tome, sideways.
"We see." was all he said.

Woldrun began the walk out of his village with a lightness in his heart. He
hadn't imagined the visit would go that well.

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