Uggah SnowClash the Dweller of the Wilds, Squirrel Smasher

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Chapter 8

Uggah can feel his skin boiling at the heat of the fire, and tries
desperately to get out of Ghrelarg's iron grip around his neck choking him.
Blindly reaching for anything around him, he grips some antlers that fell
from the mantle and sinks them through Ghrelarg's armpit as the point pokes
out of his shoulder and releases his grip from Uggah as he cries out in
anguish.

Quickly rising to his feet as he gasps for air, Uggah slips around Ghrelarg
in a headlock putting every ounce of his remaining strength into choking the
life out of his brother. Ghrelarg's feet kick with fight as Uggah strengthens
the grip with determination, all he can think of as the life leaves his
brother, is how civilization is choking the life out of his lands in the same
exact way and it only refreshes his resolve.

Soon after... it is over, the oversized jeweled silver crown falling from his
brothers head to the floor, clanking as it meets the stoney ground. Uggah
finally rises, he has pushed himself to his limits and must push even
further. Snatching the crown as a sacrifice to his Lord, he got exactly what
he came for. He staggers in pain out of a hidden exit below the Throne to the
back of the mountain just as the guards get inside.

His angish overcomes him as he howls out to the wolves, the brisk mountain
winds lashing over his broken body and burning face. He hears the call of
more wolves than he has ever heard return it. They knew, he was Victorious,
and he had been since his departure of Ballengrell. It was all merely for a
token to secure it for his own self and a lesson for his path.

He clutches the jeweled silver crown as he disappears into the trees, his
brothers meeting him to help his pain as he treks back to Thera's charted
lands.
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As he melds once again with the woodlands he has grown so used to, he moves
to the Heart of the Virgin Forest. Dipping the crown into the beautiful pool,
he sits in pain as he examines his burns in the reflection. A sober spirit
encompasses him, as he places the crown on the bank. The wilderness seems to
attack it in anger and agreement with Uggah, rust covering it quickly as
vines reach and consume it.

His eyes darting through the sky for the great Lord Akresius, he holds up the
rusted jeweled crown covered in vines as a sacrifice. For his greatest
Victory was already won in becoming free, and now it is signified through the
struggle to retrieve the token to represent it.

Role

Chapter 7

Charging forward like a bear, Uggah enters the calm of combat, there is no
time for words or explanations. Ghrelarg knows why his brother has returned,
and he knows only one of them will leave this Throne room alive. Reaching for
his sword and still groggy from sleep, Ghrelarg grips it just as Uggah
smashes into him shoulder first while sitting in the Throne. Air rushes out
of Ghrelarg's lungs from the force of the blow as he stands and barely ducks
a strong horizontal swing from Uggah's axe headed straight for his neck.

Spinning around the armrest of the Throne, Ghrelarg bends down and grabs his
sword once again as he catches his breath and studies the distance between
him and his brother. Uggah stomps his foot on the ground, motioning that is
it time to fight as raps can be heard from the few guards outside the door
now.

Ghrelarg steps into a diagonal slash swung at the chest of Uggah as the
woodsman steps back, getting caught on his forearm as the tip sings at the
end of the powerful strike. Quickly noting how he has grown so accustomed to
the woodlands, Uggah realizes that fighting like his old self is proving to
be coming back slower than he wished. Nevertheless he pulls an axe from his
belt to accompany his large hammer and slips a strike towards Ghrelarg, Uggah
is parried but the spiked tip of the axe sinks into his brothers shoulder.

Roaring out in mindless anger, Ghrelarg rushes toward Uggah and the clashing
of blades grows louder than Uggah has ever heard them ring. He backpedals his
brothers relentless slash after slash before sliding to the side and landing
a solid hammer stroke to the back of Ghrelarg's knee as he falls to the
ground for a moment.

Moving quickly to end it, Uggah begins to swing toward the back of Ghrelarg's
head with his hammer but the swing is halted as he loses his grip and the
hammer crashes to the ground. Scowling in pain, he looks down and pulls out
the sword that has sunken deep into his thigh as casts the sword and axe to
the side quickly and falls back, staunching the bleeding with a bit of fur
ripped from his cape.

Ghrelarg stands and scowls, his face burning red with anger as he meets
Uggah's eyes, still as focused as when he entered, yet squinting at the pain.
Both hobbled, they rush toward each other again with nothing left but the
strength of their fists and willpower. Ghrelarg lands the better of the blows
as he slips a perfect hit to Uggah's belly. Hunching over to breathe,
Ghrelarg smashes him into the mantled fireplace breaking shelves in the
process as he falls on top of him pushing his head toward the fire.

(continued...)

Role

Chapter 6

Looking over Thera, you notice Uggah slipping in and out of the trees in the
snowy northern mountains. A righteous silence emanates from him, a fervor you
have yet to see. Hours and hours of trekking, and he stumbles upon a few
drops of blood, footprints, and a drag trail leading north in the snow.
Lowering down, he smells the blood of bear, his brothers favorite meal.

"Him is now King," Uggah whispers under his breath, determination blanketing
his face as the snow does the land. Knowing his Father has passed without
being shown the error of his ways, Uggah clutches his Hammer. Narrowing his
eyes through the blizzard, he scans the snow-capped mountains until the
faintest trail of smoke can be seen rising from one in the distance. His
thoughts already seem to be well planned, he does not hesitate, and speeds
north through the little brush available. Howling loud throughout the range
for packs of his true brothers, he hears one in return, and another, and
another, he begins to move faster.

Spiritpaths light up in his attuned vision along the way, he knows coming
north was the right choice. The mountain grows larger and larger, until he is
sure of it, Ballengrell has been revealed to him once again. Setting up camp
in the pine trees at the base of the mountain, he camouflages himself as he
watches the sun set and the moon begin to rise. Soon it reaches the perfect
point, yes, just as it was when he was banished. Howling out once again to
the wolves, they return his call. "Brothers know, Uggah should be here."

Stealthily he floats up the mountain, he had not realized how far he had come
until his swift movements up the mountain proved ten-fold times more graceful
than when he was a warrior here. Coming to the entrance to the inner
mountain, he gazes down to the slopes. He feels a moment of pity for the
people who were supposed to be his, but shakes it, "Them must know, is not
right way to live. Will not have it near as hard as Uggah did." Nodding
slowly, he turns his back and lurks into the manmade tunnels of Ballengrell.

The guards all sleep in their quarters, he can hear their snores, they were
always lax about protecting the King. No one ever dared a strike on them.
Uggah lurks the cavernlike tunnels before coming to a large door. Opening it
and entering the anteroom, he locks and boards the door behind him. Turning
around, he clutches his hammer as he kicks the door to the Throne down.
Splinters fly, and almost seem to be in slow motion to him as he sees his
brother awaken from his sleep on the Throne through the falling shattered
wood. The shock on his eyes is apparent as Uggah steps forward slowly.

"Hope did not get lazy with sword... Brother."

Role

Chapter 5

*Uggah has decided to keep the name of his family, the SnowClash, to remind
him where he has came from and the journey it took to stand where he now
does.

*He has a severe loyalty to his kin, the betrayal of his brother was beyond
race, and the practices, training, and past with the Clouds will never be
forgotten. Though, for him to come to a place to call someone a brother, will
be the greatest of all names.

*Further unveiling after his movement into Thera of the ranger savages has
been his enlightenment. Humble enough to admit when he is ignorant of things,
he has been training under their guidance. For it is now his belief, the
strongest things in this land, come from the earth that you can make with
your bare hands.

*Training to be king has given him a very strong focus on combat, integrating
strikes and maneuvers of his previous training, and he sometimes loses
himself in combat. Such is his bane sometimes, but in time the security of
the forest and guerrilla warfare will overcome him with maturity.

*He has strong feelings of Victory and the freedom it brings. For he was
enlightened after being at the lowest a man can be in defeat and watched how
high it can quickly turn into Victory. Because of this, he applies this
principle to every area of his life and seeks further guidance under it's
sphere. He may measure it different than most, but the end result of Victory
can only be measured by the man who considers it.

*In the future, he cannot deny that revenge grips his heart, and he will
likely let his rage reach the extent of his brothers new kingdom if he is
ever able to discover where exactly Ballengrell was.

*After meeting men such Jawn Foote, he has learned of a refuge for men that
think alike at least in someways. He knows the forest is now his home, but
the feeling of having his own branch among others, feeling family again, is a
great passion. For this, he shall seek the Outlanders.

*Time and mistakes, with lessons from the Great Spirit now guide this young
woodsman. He gives himself with full commitment, to now only see if he can
steer his own life in the midst of them.

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Chapter 4

After months, he finally began to run with his new friends. Simple gazes,
growls, and looks were the beginning, they had a language and he was learning
it. The spirit behind the eyes of these beasts was captivating. He was
overcome with supernatural joy every night before he laid to rest within the
woods after that. Soon it extended to hearing the forest speak to him, such
an odd terrain from what he was used to, but it was the first that he could
ever hear speak! The pain, the joy, the healing, the pure life emanating from
it... it was more than merely a place. The Great Spirit spoke to him, through
it.

Uggah continued running with his pack of friends for some time, and he was
even able to discern their personalities and know their desires from simply
looking into their eyes. He spent many years with the wolves learning what
foods to eat and what to not, how to hunt, and most of all how to hear the
Great Spirit.

Soon the wolves were prompted to let Uggah go, for he had learned all he
needed. The Great Spirit directed them out of the maze of a woodland where
they dwelled until they came upon the charted lands of Thera. The Great
Spirit spoke to his soul and consoled him, and he knew it was where he had to
part.

Knowing that fate grabbed him from where he stood and placed him on better
ground, Uggah has become one with himself, and he stands victorious. Though
he missed his father at first.. he realized there was a different calling on
his life... that he was released and adopted in the same moment. Now he
wishes to glorify the One that spared his life, and mix his brutal previous
training with the fight of a ranger to protect the Great Spirit.

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Chapter 3

Uggah awoke slowly and cried with each movement he tried to make. He opened
his eyes and attempted to look about his surroundings, yet he could not make
out where he was. He was laying upon wet leaves within a dark forest
completely foreign to him. The odd feeling of sticky sweat irritated him, but
was easily overlooked due to all his pain.

He heard footsteps begin to rustle in the distance that seemed to be
accompanied by more and more as his heart surged with fear. He closed his
eyes and begin to whisper.. "Uggah not deserve anything.. but asks, someone
protect Uggah, someone... please save Uggah". But his eyes opened to four
snarling large wolves glaring at him hungrily in his bloody and beaten state.

He waited for their strike and closed his eyes, realizing it was now his
time, and to accept death like a true warrior. Until suddenly, he felt a
gentle breeze roll over him and caress his body, whispering "Help him my
children," as it surged with one final gust. The wolves removed theirselves
from the attack stance they stood in, and walked to Uggah slowly as they
tended carefully to his wounds.

As time continued, Uggah was nourished by the pack of loyal wolves. They
would forage for him and bring back wild nuts, berries, and mushrooms until
he was able to move more. Much different than he was used to, but enough
protein to naturally promote his recovery. His bones healed together as they
were before, and the whole time he could feel himself becoming one with the
woods, he felt as if he could finally hear it speak to him. It was the first
time in his life, where the bustle of civilization dissipated, politics
disappeared, and he had nothing but time alone without any responsibilities.
He was... free.

Role

Chapter 2

Uggah had lived with his father and brother in the depths of the mountain
ever since he was born, but as he continued to excel in his studies and
battle-training to make his father proud.. his father decided it was time to
reward him with his own dwelling as a step into manhood. The King could see
the envy continuously building up within Ghrelarg as well, and he feared for
the safety of his beloved child and future king. With the safety of his son
in mind, he constructed him his own secure dwelling on the slopes of the
mount, just as his father did for him, but little did he know.. it would be
the bane of his child...

After Uggah had moved in, there came a night that changed everything.
Ghrelarg knew that he would live in his brothers shadow for his whole life if
he did not make a move, so he and three of his cronies planned a strike upon
him. As Uggah laid to rest in the darkness, Ghrelarg and his band lurked to
his abode as the foreign sound of light snow caressed the roof of his home.

Brute force opened the door swiftly as they darted into Uggah's house, and
with a well planned quickness, they decended upon him like a skilled
assassination plot. Ghrelarg gagged him and they bound his legs and his hands
behind his back as they lifted him from his bed. Struggling with all his
might, Uggah tried to free himself as they relentlessly landed crushing blows
with makeshift weapons. As they carried the brutally weakened Uggah out of
the front door they threw him down the side of the mountain. Uggah fell
helplessly, each eye opening tumble leading him into new sharp rocks and
blunt boulders. Finally coming to a halt, his shattered back, arms and legs
rendered him completely immobile. Wincing in agony, the pain consumed him as
the darkness began to set in.

Writhing about in anguish and nearly unconscious, Uggah laid there as he
heard his deceitful brother flying down the mountain to him. He closed his
eyes and just continued his muffled pained utterances from behind the gag he
choked on. "You never be better then me, my brother..." echoed off his
eardrums as he opened his eyes. The gag was ripped out of his mouth but he
had no energy left to even cry out. He was finally able to focus upon his
brother as Ghrelarg grinned evilly with a glowing vial in hand. "You can die
somewhere else and be erased forever Uggah." spoke Ghrelarg as he poured a
mysterious vial of liquid down Uggah's throat.

Uggah's head began to pound with his heart rapidly matching it's pulses
before he passed out from the pain he could not stand any longer, his
brother's clamoring cackles fading slowly into nothingness.

Role

Chapter 1

The life of this young woodsman has been nothing short of arduous, yet a
strong spirit can never be broken...

Uggah was birthed in Ballengrell, a large city of intricate ancient cloud
giant construct, quite peaceful and hidden from the outside world, north
of the Udgarrian mountains. The city itself was breathtaking, etched into an
enormous mountain with work being extended to the whole range to expand the
kingdom. Fine chiseling consisting of countless statues and wall art lined
the complicated passageways that tunneled through the mountain leading to
the more important places.

Uggah's father had reigned as king for hundreds of years, with might and
integrity, and hailed by all as the greatest of all kings. His queen had
passed giving birth to Uggah and his twin, Ghrelarg, but he continued his
strong rule.

Ghrelarg was a mischevious prank artist, the one child whom can never
understand maturity because things are at his disposal. Always creating chaos
everywhere he went, even within battle training in the most sacred and
serious practices held by the Clouds. Uggah began to grow severe disdain for
his brother, and the tainting of their family name, the SnowClash, it brought
them. Uggah's father could not help but show more favor toward his more well
behaved son, as he was becoming older and knowing his leadership, one day,
and soon, would fade.

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