Wurkun the Templar Footman

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Chapter 1

Perhaps more would be understood of my path if my background was clear.
I knew very little of my mother, dwarven women are rare as they are, and similar to boot.
So my father was the one who taught me the knowledge that i hold in my young life.
He was a blacksmith, much like most dwarves, for we are great at such.
But he was the best Blacksmith within my village, which used to stand west of Akan.
That city does not exist any more, for in days past, evil came to take it.
Even with the splendid weapons my father forged for our village, we could not win.
Their numbers were too great, too impossible to conquer, but fight we did.
My blackened hands were formed from my days at the forge with my father and that battle.
A sorcerous demon cast fire upon me, and I blocked such with my hands, leaving them scared forever.
My father fell that day, as he threw his sword through the leader, others slew him.
I derive Anger from these memories, but only a little, for True Anger I still have yet to be taught.
Because of this, I seek a new Father, one that will teach me how to use my Anger.
And the evil in Thera shall know the name of Wurkun.

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Chapter 2

What is most imprtant to accomplish in a mortal life?
Some seek greatness, others see entertainment, there are many paths of life.
Must a person leave a mark upon these lands to be remembered?
Each has their own story and reason to do what they wish to do.
Some seek knowledge, some power, some to be the best of all.
But what defines even great strength? The power of the mind?
Is a giant with two swords of power stronger than a gnome with knowledge?
Many races stake claims within these realms, like myself.
Each hold their own view; I see greatness in the heart of each.
A commander of anything is not great without the heart to led troops.
A mage is not effective in his deeds with the heart to control his mind.
Those that wallow in darkness have iced their hearts so they do not feel.
They have forgotten what gives all their life and emotions, minus dark or powerful magics at work.
Many the dark-heart use anger and greed as a driving force for their exsistance.
But in doing so they do not feel True Anger in their cold hearts, they are incapable.
True Anger is fiery like the forge, searing in heat, harsh light shining.
Do I use the light to protect others? If it is possible I do so.
But the darkness cannot affect others if it doesn't exist within these Theran lands.
With my sword I shall burn them, pierce them through the heart.
My sword will render their flesh, igniting it, the sword searing hot from a good forge.
True Anger strikes the darkness, clearing it from the lands to truly protect those in need.
My heart will flare and my life will be meaningfull, worthwhile.
Thus my journey to become great and important has begun.
Anger shall feel my limbs, and strike down foe unworthy of breath.