Varks Freeman the Legend of the Battlefield, the Disgruntled Deep Gnome, Exile of War

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Chapter 2

As I brought the spoils of war to Tahren, the corrupted trinkets
of the war dead, the fallen wizard I destroyed with my own hands,
I watched proudly while he reduced the diseased items to nothing
with his mighty hammer. I saw in his eyes that he too, was not
not only filled with the same rage as I for the war on the magi,
but instilled with a great wisdom too that I sought. He carried
a special passion within him, and obvious about him many a
victorious glory.

I travelled back deep underground. Brought with me the stories
of what I have seen, the notches of skulls I've gathered, seven
to date of wizards, and one of an orc who aided them, and my
father was pleased. The smile in his eys as he told me, Good job
son, I'm proud. This was a great day for me. My mother rustled me
the finest meal I ever had, and my brothers and sisters praised.
I knew then and now that my victory was short lived, and many more
were to come, and hard earned they were to be. I've only yet to
begin my quest as a BattleRager, and hardpressed as ever will I be.

My goal now will be to impress upon the Commander that indeed not
only can I hunt down the magi, but too can I keep focused on them
alone. It's obvious to me now as I have traveled the lands there
are many unlike my kind, sympathizers I like to call them. They do
what they can to pull my focus, distract me from the war. As she said,
many a find warrior has fallen from his hut because of this. I have
to combat my enemy on more fronts than simply the wizards now, and hone
not only me weapons, but me mind. Combat will not be just on the
fields of battle, but on the tables of diplomacy to some degree as well.

After I finished the finest meal I've had in years, I packed up the last
of my belongings, kissed me mother and shook hands with pop, and headed
back to the surface to finish the greatest quest I've ever had the honor
to begin, and will finish to my dying breath.

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Chapter 1

Deep in the holed comfort of me homelies, me folks, ma and pa,
taught me many of things. The ways of the trade, the barter,
the twists of defense and weaponry, and several books here and
there. Too, they taught me the dangers of magic, and its ways
of corruption. Fear was instilled in myself, me brothers an
sisters, for the drow and fishers that patrolled the underdark
were far well known to dabble and madden with it.

Whence the day came I burrowed to the surface, I found well that
not only was magic prevelant, it was relished! Hell would freeze
outright had my father the inkling to walk his ass up for himself
and see outright in person. Never had I known there would be so
many a magi, so much an artifact, or the idea that it plagued
the surface in such a way as I thought was only an illness in the
tunnels.

Once thought only a small disease among the undeground, I see it
has gone far beyond that, and is nearly uncontrolled here. As I
have surfaced and seen the horrible conditions of the lands, I
cannot stand as a man and let this go any further. I cannot imagine
what fate my family could be in to this day with the time I have
left them to travel here, but know this to be true... I will not
rest until every last inkling of the filth, the corrupted plague,
and all those that use it have been destroyed.

I know there are those like myself, and it will be my quest to
find them, join them, and raise arms in an unending war until
Victory!

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