Omork the Legend of the Battlefield, Elite Imperial Blade

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Chapter 1

Omork was the first born son to a brave warrior of the Rah clan. Born and
raised in the villages of the fiery volcano, his life and tasks were simple.
In the days he learned to fight, became a true student of war. The techniques
and tactics were that of savage brutal force, with the end result being to
slaughter the foe before you yourself ended up a bloody pulp. By the time he
has started to mature and grow, Omork was a savage reaper, capable of besting
any warrior in the village. But as he grew, also did his distaste for the
cowardly politics of his people. Omork thirsted for war, and the stalemate
between his people and the storm giants on the surface had grown tiresome to
him. His clan seemed content with an uneasy line drawn at the surface, as
did the giants above, keeping his clan forever oppressed and trapped below.
Omork went to his father in anger, but his father was forever loyal to the
Lord of the volcano. When Omork mentioned disobeying the Lord in order to
ignite a great war on the volcano, his father erupted in anger. Furious, his
father threw a potion from a far shelf in the room at Omork, striking him in
the face and engulfing his head in black flames. When the smoke cleared,
Omork lay there stunned, the side of his face a charred mess of burning
flesh. Moving only on instinct, Omork burst to his feet and trampled past his
father, fleeing the volcano with all of his survival instincts. When he
reached the surface, he dodged the storm giant patrols and made his way down
the cliffs to the river, where he used a tattered old raft to float the
distance to the Sultans port in the west. Realizing he had nothing but the
shredded clothes he wore, he had not a clue where to go or what to do. He had
never left the volcano before. Just about that time, he heard a recruiter in
the market nearby, talking about a great army. His attention completely on
the voice, he moved to the recruiter and listened to the tales of the Empire,
of a great army with a reach as far as the edges as Thera. Of fearless
conquests and pillages of strange lands. Omork knew he had found the life he
was meant to live, and swore oath by sacred blood to the Empire and the Blade
sect right there, sealing his connection to the Imperial army forever. There
was no room for error in this new life of his, but he was determined to
destroy and conquer greater than any blade before him had...

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