Tharuli the Disciple of Ancient Ways

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Chapter 4

Becoming a warrior is a thing few are capable of. Becoming a BattleRager
is far more rare, and far more challenging. But the ultimate goal of any
great warrior is to be recognized as a Berserker. Tharuli Snowbeard is
now a Berserker.

Some would be content to call that a destiny fulfilled, but Tharuli
Snowbeard was far too driven to let that be that. He was far too focused
on the only true goal: Destroying all mages, wherever they could be
found.

But there were so many of them! Living in the mountains amongst his
family, Tharuli never imagined Thera could be so infested with their
filth. But you could see the signs of magic everywhere you turned. And so
when there was no mage to crush, Tharuli turned to ale to forget the
vileness of the magic taint. As he drank, he found himself angrier, and
more intent on their destruction. A vicious cycle, some might say, but
Tharuli saw it only as growing clarity in what he needed to do.

More lessons came with that clarity, not always pleasant. Some of the
Villagers were weak. The first of the Snowbeard would be ashamed to see
it. Defeated by Orcs, routed by Imperials, Tharuli had seen too much
defeat for a lifetime. And far too many in the Village spent their time
sulking in shadows, rather than destroying mages. Focused on writing
books and building lists, rather than building a collection of skulls.

Tharuli hoped to show them what it meant to be a Berserker again, to
destroy mages, not just weaken them.

Just thinking of it roused Tharuli's anger again. And his thirst. Now,
where was that ale again?

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Chapter 3

As Tharuli grew stronger, his need to destroy those that he believed
cursed him grew with him.

His family seemed content to sit in those mountains, drinking their ale,
telling stories of what they'd do if they ever actually saw a mage, and
occassionally forging small tools to barter for supplies. Tharuli wasn't
like the rest of his family.

While they sat and drank, Tharuli practiced. And drank. With no weapons
but his fists and forgehammers, Tharuli named every tree, rock and small
animal near him a mage, and honed his skills.

He was raw, fueled by emotion, not skill, but a swinging hammer felt more
natural when it was used to destroy a mages skull, rather than shape a
horseshoe. That was when Tharuli decided it wasn't a pasttime. He was
ready to follow in the first of the Snowbeard's footsteps. He would hunt
the mages that cursed his family, and he would destroy them. And every
other mage that he could find as well.

Announcing his intention to go to war against the mages and was greeted
immediately by praise and jubilation from his family. With the fanfare of
a great hero, Tharuli left to take the trek to Akan as a hero amongst the
Snowbeards, and begin his quest to destroy magic once and for all.

And that is where Tharuli Snowbeard became more than an odd Dwarf in a
reclusive family. He became a warrior. And that is when the true story of
the Snowbeard finally began.

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Chapter 2

Raised in the Snowbeard clan the Snowbeard way, Tharuli was taught that
these tales of his ancestry were the only truths. Anything contradictory
was a point of someone else's confusion, if not outright deception. He
never saw reason, and never cared to imagine one, to suspect that the
words of his father, grandfather and great-grandfather could ever be
untrue.

Never seeing one with his own eyes, Tharuli learned to hate the very idea
of mages. The concept of magic itself could only spawn evil and torment.
The "Why" was never important to him. It was as simple as eating and
breathing. Mages were to be hated and to be destroyed. Their mere
existence was proof of their villainy. There was no other opinion worth
considering. And the Snowbeards? Well, they were Thera's only hope
against this vicious threat.

Some may call this mindset close-minded. Those people would probably be
correct, but Tharuli would hear none of it. The truth was plain to see,
and if you refused to believe it then you were at best a fool, and at
worst a mage-sympathizer who was committing treason against mortal
Therans everywhere.

Tharuli was different from his brothers though, and from every other
member of his family. He couldn't be content to live in the mountains and
stew on the frustration of their family curse. From an early age, he
wanted to take action. He wanted to go out and find the mages that cursed
his family. He wanted to destroy them, and anyone else that had the
unnatural power that made his family miserable.

Those were the thoughts that filled Tharuli's head as a young boy: Anger,
frustration and an intense desire to destroy what he'd been taught was
Thera's only true enemy.

Role

Chapter 1

Tharuli Snowbeard is a product of those who raised him, and that might
not be a very good thing.

While he would likely claim Akan as his home city, Tharuli was raised by
the reclusive Snowbeard clan, deep in the nearby mountains. Though "clan"
may be a too-generous description for the Snowbeard family. It was only
Tharuli, his two elder brothers, his mother and father, his father's
mother and father, and his grandfather's father. Eight dwarves born from
four generations of the same family, living primarily in self-imposed
isolation.

While that isolation may sound odd, the reason is quite clear once you
lay eyes on any of the males of the Snowbeard clan. Each and every one of
them appears to have been born without a single hair or patch of skin
that was not pale white. They were albinos, a trait passed down from
generation to generation.

And every Dwarf in the family carries a deep resentment for it. Including
Tharuli.

What could cause this strange permutation was gossiped about and guessed
on by many of the Dwarves of Akan? Poor diet was the explanation favored
by some of the more educated Dwarves that cared enough to think about it.
Others of the more paranoid guessed it was something in the water found
in those mountains, perhaps runoff from a poorly-managed mine. But
inbreeding was the most popular joke from the cruder Dwarves found in the
taverns and inns and wherever else some ale could be found. Of course,
any who bothered to ask the Snowbeards would hear their version of the
truth: Their family curse was caused by magic.

As their story goes, many thousands of years ago, the patron of the
Snowbeard family was not called Snowbeard at all. He had a strong Dwarven
name that any young Dwarf would be proud of. No one remembers what that
name may have been, but they do remember their forebear was a great
warrior, a proud Dwarf, and a member of the reknowned BattleRagers
village. He was feared by mages and respected by Dwarves. That is what
every one of the Snowbeards would tell you, almost verbatim from each
pale and ale-soaked mouth.

They would go on to tell you that he was so feared by the vile mages,
that a band of them gathered together in secret to conspire against him
specifically. They schemed on how to best deal with this powerful Dwarf
until they came to their devious plan. They would curse not only the
first of the Snowbeard's, but every member of his family. Curse them to
stand out pure white against the dark of the mountain, so that all mages
would forever see these fierce warriors at a great distance and know to
keep far, far away.

That is the legend that the Snowbeard's would tell you. It is the story
that they base their life upon, and one they will hear no argument about.

Of course, few Dwarves outside of their own family would ever believe
such a ridiculous tale.

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