Borkahd Kahn'ku the Defiler of Righteous Chastity, Warlord of Battle

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Chapter 13

Borkahd was born to the Kahnku clan which consisted of only a few small
families. He was born in Kiadana-Rah and lived there for most of his life.
His father was a strong and cruel man outwardly but within the clan he knew
his own form of loyalty and honor. Borkahd had a good life, for a fire giant.
His clan had a few slaves which he enjoyed greatly. He used them for simple
tasks, to take out his physical and sexual aggression on, and to practice his
torture techniques. His clan was known to be a strong clan which gave them
what appeared to be favor with the rulers of their community and they would
flaunt it often.

His father was the oldest among his clan he believed that his children and
the younger members of the clan were a direct reflection of himself so he
strove to teach them the arts of combat, the benefits of aggression and
cruelty, and confidence. The One Law was all that there was. Weakness was not
an option with his father and was met by a swift and bloody beating. Repeated
shows of weakness were met with slow death. His father had taught them that
long ago a man known only as The Teacher came and taught the giants the ways
of magic. In his view, the use of magic made their bodies weak. Soon some
relied too heavily on magic and without it they were nothing. As his father
always said, take the magic from a mage and they are worthless. Take a blade
from a warrior and he will crush your skull with his bare hands. He held his
disdain for magic openly and had contempt for all of its users.

When Borkahd was ninety years old his father had challenged one of the
Rulers advisors, a dark knight, to a dual. He had made eye contact with his
father and from a mage, that was unacceptable. His father demanded
retribution in blood. The battle was long and bloody but at the end his
father stood over a headless corpse, holding the head high in triumph. At
that moment, other members of the mages clan fell upon him. They uttered the
incantations of dark magic and stole his strength and sight, cursed his body
and poisoned his blood. A countless number of lightning bolts arced towards
him and, already wounded, it was too much for him to take. He fell, dead.
Such a display of weakness was disgusting to Borkahd, their strongest was
killed and in order to defeat his father, who was already wounded, it took
numerous members of their clan. In his clan, if you were not strong enough to
fight for yourself you were killed. The strongest live, the weak die. Had
this other clan forgot the One Law? Why was such weakness permitted by their
Ruler?

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Chapter 4

Borkahd has recently completed reading a text on the use of chaos in war
written by a duergar Warlord. The text told of many different situations
where the Warlord had utilized the natural chaos brought about by
conflict to his advantage, using it as a weapon against his foes. One
such example sited a battle against a neighboring duergar clan where a
fire raged across the battlefield, from one end of the cavern to the
other. The Warlord utilized the way that the fire hindered the ability to
breath, see, and to send in reinforcements. Both sides experienced the
same initial effects of the fire but the difference was that the Warlord
was able to see a way to take advantage quickly.

Most people have a natural fear of fire, it causes panic and hesitation.
Both sides had a wall of flames between the main battle and their
reinforcing waves. Realizing this, the Warlord ordered all of his
reinforcements to move to the main battle, overwhelming the foes by sheer
number before the opposing duergar could even see enough through the
smoke to realize what had happened on the main battlefield. By the time
the opposing force sent in their own reinforcements, their initial troops
had been slaughtered. The text went on to explain how one can never truly
prepare for chaos but one could embrace it once it occurred through
knowledge, experience, and intuition. Borkahd plans to continue to study
the concepts and to try and find ways to not only embrace and utilize
chaos in combat but to be its source.

Borkahd has also begun to study the effects of psychological elements
introduced into the battlefield as presented by a drow mistress. He has
not yet completed the text but has already had a chance to experiment
with what he has learned so far. He was recently engaged in a
conversation by an old giant by the name of Humbert after forcing the
Maran to retreat from his attack, bloody and beaten.

Despite thinking the concepts of good and evil are pointless, he does
realize that there are others with a distorted perception of morals and
other such nonsense and decided to capitalize on the opportunity. He had
hoped to ingrain himself into the Marans mind and paint a picture of not
only a strong barbarian but also one that is capable of, what the Maran
would consider, great and specific evils. Borkahd is no longer just
another ebony giant, he is now a monster. Humbert appeared very disturbed
by their conversation and Borkahd will see if it caused any noticeable
effects the next time the Maran strikes out at him. He hopes that the
perception of the Maran coupled with Borkahds imposing presence,
confidence, and use of eye contact will make a noticeable difference.

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Chapter 5

Borkahd received a scroll recently from one of his brothers who had left
home with him requesting a reunion. He was glad to hear from him and to
know at least one other of his clan still lived outside of the volcano,
the fate of those still there he did not care about. The day came that
the scroll requested the meeting and he traveled to Seantryn to see his
brother after such a long time. The moment that he saw him he knew that
he had succumbed to the charms of magic. He detected no trace with his
eyes but he could simply sense it. A powerful magic clung to the giant
before him, one he grew up with. Anger rose from his core but Borkahd had
attempted to hide the fact that he knew his brother was using magic but
readied himself mentally, warding himself against magic directed at him.
He asked his brother of the others, hoping to gain a bit of information
about where they are and his brother fell silent, simply grinning. In one
swift movement his brother pushed off his cloak and pulled a massive axe
from over his shoulder, it was concealed by his cloak. The axe radiated a
powerful magic and Borkahd released a savage growl, drawing his ancient
weapon that has been passed from Commander to Commander. He told Borkahd
that he was the last soul of the clan he had to collect, the rest were
already captured within his blade.

Without a second thought Borkahd swung a heavy blow at his brothers head
but he avoided it, jumping back and chanting the names of demons. He
seemed to grow stronger and faster as he completed his chant and uttered
an incantation, stealing Borkahds sight. Borkahd instinctively focus on
clearing his sight as he advanced, his vision growing clearer then
before. A fierce battle ensued and Borkahd found himself on the losing
end. He channeled his inner rage and his eyes glazed over. He no longer
had to consider his actions before taking them, all of his training,
experience, and studies came together. He was, at that instant, no longer
a warrior in a war but the war itself. The battle raged on for what
seemed like nearly the entire day until Borkahd ended it with a blow to
his brothers face. He channeled all of his rage in the blow and Mana
Crusher struck home, the only thing left of his brothers head was a
mangled mess on the ground. A few seconds later, his body dropped and
poured blood from the opening that was once a head and neck. Borkahd fell
to his knees as the rage passed and noticed that not all of the blood was
his brothers. He was covered with deep gashes but would survive, barely.

He pried his brothers unholy axe from his hand and tossed it to the side.
Borkahd hefted his ancient mace over his head and uttered a prayer to
Lady Yean before bringing it down with all of his might, destroying the
axe. Tendrils of red and black energy drifted up from the shattered axe
and vanished into the sky. Borkahd felt his inner fire grow once again.

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Chapter 6

Borkahd spoke with his goddess recently and realized how much he had
changed. He couldnt quite explain how but knows he has grown stronger,
he feels much different. They spoke about a theory that there is a flame
within him. When he first left home it was just a spark. Soon that spark
grew to a flame. Each new lesson in his guild and other similar events
fans it a little more and larger events seem to feed it greatly. After
the struggle to join the Rites, when he refused to accept failure and
trained constantly, that flame grew much larger. When he was named
Commander, it continued to fan the flame.

Each time his inner fire grows he feels transformed, better and stronger.
Each time he feels different then before. He plans to continue to feed
that fire until even others around him can feel it, he will never stop
feeding it kindling. He sees it much like what his goddess had told him,
"Do not simply fight in the war. Be the war." Perfection is not enough.
He will be the war, be the fire, and never stop growing.

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Chapter 7

Borkahd has been training hard in order to be admitted into the Rites. He
has studied quite a bit more then usual in both physical combat and
tactical strategy. Before the Rites approached, he tried to learn all
that he could about past Rites in an attempt to give himself an edge.

The day came and the Rites were called. Borkahd just barely made the
requirements to participate, he worked hard to achieve it and would not
accept failure. All of his foes had reached the pinnacle of their studies
and he had but forty-four circles in his guild, he was at a handicap. In
the physical combat, he did not preform as he had hoped. Group combat
came and his tactical knowledge paid off. His group left the field
victorious each time. Then the open field was called. Every warrior for
himself. Borkahd had tried to utilize survival as his tool, striking
quick and moving away in an attempt to remain healthy and allow the
others to become more weakened. He was the fourth from last to be
eliminated. Finally, the Test of Wits was called. Borkahd had heard his
name called out along with four others. He had made it. A series of
questions were asked and with each, he grew more confident. Once the
others began to answer questions, Borkahd confidence was bolstered even
more.

The questions drew to a close. Each warrior was anxious for the choice of
the gods. At the end, he was named Commander. The Rites are a trial to
see who is the strongest of the strong, it was his place to take.
Strength is not only measured in physical aspects but aspects of
knowledge and intuition. A complete fool can swing a weapon with the best
of them but he will never be strong. Borkahd is the strongest. It is not
simply enough to become a legend or to lead the strongest of the strong,
one must always strive for more. He continues his studies and training to
become a warlord and, as with the Rites, he will not accept failure.

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Chapter 8

Since Borkahd has joined the Village he has not only been learning all that
he can about their perspective of war but he has also assessed the other
warriors that live there. For the most part, he is not impressed. Most lack
intelligence or strength, a few may have one quality or the other but not
both. When he first joined the Village, he knew his place. He knew that he
was not yet stronger then the elder members but now that he grows through his
guilds ranks that becomes less true every day. There are humans who speak as
magi but dont seem to understand themselves, other giants of red who are
barely worth the space they occupy, and floating giants who would forget
their name if they didnt repeat it constantly. Knowing he grows stronger has
seemed to increase his confidence and his thirst for strength.

Borkahd has realized that strength is not simply who can cave a skull in
further with one blow but it is also the gathering and utilization of
knowledge. It is learning from your mistakes and it is also how others see
you, one can gain a large edge in combat if his foe knows fear. Strength is
found in perfection. Having realized this, he has began to analyze his own
fights more. He watches others fight to learn from them and continues to
learn about wars of the past, striving to learn what he can. He remains a
student of war. While language arts was not a major focus in his village or
clan he is starting to see the importance of effective communication in a war
and has tried to be more conscious of the words he chooses. His father had
taught him how to read, thinking it important for passing along orders or
working with maps, but verbal communication was never spoken of.

With the Rites having been called he has been trying to rise through his
guilds ranks fast enough to join the bloody fray. He doubts that he will
reach the pinnacle of his guilds teaching by then but feels that even with
that disadvantage he can still prevail. The Rites of War will be a challenge,
others there will be older and more learned but considering his disadvantage
he knows he will make an impression and do well. Who better to win the Rites
of Wits then one who aspires to be a Warlord? He is surprised that many of
the others are even capable of cognitive thought.

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Chapter 9

Borkahd recently learned of a war that took place long ago. There was a
hoard which was marching on an elven position. War drums were echoing
through the air, a grisly call to war and a harbinger of certain
bloodshed. The hoard included orcs, shaman, magi, and ogres. Their
numbers were many, as far as the eye could see.

A small group of elves, perhaps thirty, were sent out to scout. A usual
patrol for them. They heard the drums and spotted the troops. Their
hearts filled with fear of what was to come. They were the first line of
defense against the approaching hoard and if their allies at home were
not alerted to the coming invasion it meant certain death. They had to
hold off the invaders long enough to get word back about their approach.
One of the elves moved swiftly home to call the others to arms, the rest
remained led by an elven woman to hinder their progress.

The battle was bloody and the elves fought well but the hoard was just
too much. Despite the elven woman slaughtering many of the invaders, she
found herself standing with only one other ally. They both soon fell on
the blood-covered battleground. The story became a bit hazy after that
but some significant event seemed to have occurred. However, it would
seem they held them off long enough for word to get back to mobilize
their own armies.

Borkahd enjoyed the story, bloodshed always seems to lighten his day.
Especially when cute little elves are slaughtered and to toss some dead
orcs into the story truly did keep his attention. He learned a few things
from this, the first was to never underestimate a foe. The elven woman
managed to destroy many of the approaching hoard before her own death.
Even one that can appear so frail and weak may hold boundless strength
and courage. However, despite the elven thoughts on self sacrifice, he
feels it was a stupid choice. He believes they should have sent the
weakest on a chase, flanking the orcs to draw their attention and delay
them while the others returned to their home, warning the other soldiers.
The weak are nothing but worthless fodder anyway. The strongest of the
elves could have made the difference in the war to come instead of simply
throwing away her life.

Do not underestimate your foes and self-sacrifice is usually a poor
choice. Weigh all options before making a choice in war and do not allow
your judgement to get clouded by notions of what is the good or moral
thing to do. There is no glory in a pointless death, especially when
there are those weaker that can be sacrificed.

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Chapter 10

Borkahd has spoken with Lady Yean at length recently and was glad that he had
the opportunity to do so. They spoke on many subjects which included
strength, self-reliance, and mastery. She told him not to strive to simply be
a legend of Thera but to be better, to be more. Mastery is not enough. She
has accepted him and offered Her blessings.

Borkahd will strive to be the strongest of the strong and views all others in
three groups which will eventually be condensed into two. The first is a
temporary classification. There are those much more learned then he is and
are stronger for now and deserve a measure of respect. Those that are strong
compared to the rest of Thera, but still weaker then he is. And those that
are simply pathetic. The last group would include any who rely on magic or
those that wield magic, who lack self-reliance.

Borkahd plans on mastering not only physical combat but the history of war so
that he can learn from past victories and losses. He has recently became
known as an applicant for the Village, the only ones he feels worthy of
calling him brethren. He feels that their goals are in line with his own and
if he is to master combat it is the best place for him. If they are the
strongest in Thera, what better place for him to call home? He will learn of
their past battles and embrace their teachings. One day he hopes to be known
as a Warlord, a master of war.

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Chapter 11

In his limited travels Borkahd has learned of a goddess named Lady Yean. In
his quest to achieve mastery in all aspects of combat and war, to know true
strength, he has begun to pray to Her for guidance and blessings. He believes
that true strength can be found in mastery not only in combat but in all
aspects of war from the use of weapons to the benefit of intimidation and
knowledge of a foes weakness. It was hard for him to leave his home, and his
slaves, but he had the strength to begin this path and refuses to show the
weakness of surrender.

He lives his life by the One Law and will not accept failure nor simple
mastery. He will strive to hone his abilities for the rest of his life. There
will come a time when war and combat no longer require conscious thought but
will come as natural ability, like the simple act of breathing. In that, the
beauty of strength is found.

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Chapter 12

Knowing that there were too many to defeat himself, Borkahd silently returned
to his home. He gathered a few other members of the clan, those that were
willing to leave, and vowed to leave the volcano to train around Thera and
hone his combat abilities to perfection. He will not become weak as those
other giants did, he will be strong. He will live by the One Law and will
never forget his fathers teachings.

Ten years later Borkahd has lost track of the other clan members that joined
him to leave their volcano home. They spread through Thera, joining various
warrior guilds.

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Chapter 3

Made mostly of wood, bones, and various hides the largest hut within the
village had a rather imposing and grisly appearance coupled with the
constant scent of death and decay. Occasional screams of pain and pleads
for help and mercy would echo through the village, originating from this
hut. Before the large entrance was a dirt path which was lined with
skulls in various stages of decomposition mounted atop crude stakes.
Within the hut a fire burned and a lone figure sat before it, tending to
his weapons and looking over various texts which he had piled to his
right. This massive figure wore only a ragged loincloth and sweat
glistened off of his heavily scarred ebony flesh. His large locks of
ruddy hair clung to his skin and a few seemed to tangle in with his thick
beard. A scream for help filled the hut and his dark eyes locked onto a
naked figure tied in the back of the hut, the red rim which outlined them
seemed to almost glow in the dim light of the fire. Instantly she fell
silent and he returned to his work, tending the ancient weapon that came
with his position as Commander and studying the texts of war.

As Borkahd sat there he thought back over his life thus far. He
remembered how his father had died and how he had left home with but a
handful of his clan. He remembered the path which led him to this village
and the struggle he faced as he grew. He recalled his first meeting with
Lady Yean and how much he has learned since then, how much stronger he
has become and how intense the fire has grown within himself. He
remembered when the Rites were called, shortly after he joined the
village, and the challenge of growing enough to participate. He recalled
the Rites and the difficulty he had facing those who were much more
advanced in their studies but still rose to become the strongest of the
strong, the Commander of Battle. He remembered facing his brother and
recalled the wounds he had endured to defeat him in combat and how that
was one of the first times he truly became one with the battle.

His life has not seen comfort and he is glad, comfort breeds weakness. It
has been full of trials, wins, and defeats. He has studied hard but not
only from texts but from his own perceptions and experiences as well. He
has faced outnumbering odds many times and often escaped the victor. He
has made the village stronger through example, a firm hand, and guidance.
Borkahd is glad that this is his life, one of true strength. He knows he
will never stop growing or learning and in turn he will never stop
growing stronger, his inner fire will continue to rage and consume his
foes.

His current goals are to continue leading the warriors of the village and
help it, as a whole, to grow stronger. He plans to study more about
psychological warfare soon, he has found a good text on it that was
written by a drow, and he hopes to earn the mark of his goddess one day.

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Chapter 2

Borkahd has recently written another text of war. A copy follows.

The way of the strong, living the One Law.

1. The One Law is strength. It is all that matters.

2. The strong will survive, the weak will be destroyed.
Weakness only breeds more weakness.

3. The strong have the right to take what or who they will.
There are none that can say nay. If one opposes, destroy them. The strong
have the right to do as they will.

4. The weak have no right to live, no right to address the strong.
They are pathetic and deserve death.

5. Strength is achieved through combat prowess, use of successful
tactics, and knowledge.

6. Stupidity breeds weakness.

7. Comfort breeds weakness. Always strive for more. Test yourself.

8. To be a legend is not enough. Once you reach one ledge, find another.
Always reach higher. Never settle. To settle means you have become weak
and worthless and thus deserve death. Only the strong may live.

9. Successful use of clear communication is important in war.

10. Know your foes weakness and strike at it.

11. Intimidation is an effective tactic in war. Make your foes fear you.
Make those that have never met you fear you. May your name bring fear.

12. Use the chaos of war to your advantage. If the fields burn fight
through the
choking and blinding smoke before your foe can compensate.

13. Observe parity. If you can not defeat your foe with even numbers, you
are weak. If you can destroy multiple foes at once, they will know fear.

14. Fear brings hesitation. Hesitation brings mistakes. Mistakes bring
death. Know no fear.

15. Control your hatred. Blind rage brings mistakes. Master your rage, do
not let it master you. When the time is right, unleash it and destroy your foe.

16. When you can not reach your foe, strike at their soul. Destroy their
family, rape their females, and burn their fields. Either rage or terror
will consume them. Both to your advantage.

This is the way of the strong.
Written by:

Warlord Borkahd Kahn'ku the Strategic Bastion of the One Law
Commander of Battle and follower of the Sublime Lady

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Chapter 1

A towering ebony giant stood before a large hut, the scent of death and
decay carried strongly in the nights breeze. He watched silently as the
members of this village moved about in the dark night. Some sat near
fires cleaning the bones of recently slain mages, others sharpened their
blades, and yet others simply lounged and drank ale deeply.

The giant considered his past and how far he has came, he thought about
what he was and what he has turned into. He is a beast, a dark predator.
At times he does not even feel mortal, it is as if he is on another plane
of existence and so much different from the others. Perhaps all of his
actions have changed him even more so then the other ebony giants, drow,
or deep dwarves. Perhaps he is more. His inner flames have grown strongly
and at times he believes that he can actually see them, black tendrils of
translucent flames that dance upon his dark and scarred flesh. He wonders
if others can as well.

Foes who once hunted him now tremble at his name and scurry out of his
path like pathetic insects startled by a torch in a dark cave. He
considered the way that he feels large, larger then what he truly is. He
always feels as if he is looking down upon the other members of Thera,
almost as if they are not even truly there. He may fall but yet he knows
that he is the strongest warrior in Thera but it seems like so much more.

The massive giant furrows his brow for a moment in silent regard and
turns to his hut, walking along the bone path to its wide entrance.
Pushing the tanned flesh tarp aside, he hungrily focuses his attention on
a beaten elf. Screams and cries for mercy and death echo through the
darkened village. The screams go unanswered.

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