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« on: April 11, 2011, 01:59:41 am »
This is the story of one Kol Odthob Mangrodizkil, dwarven badass.
Kol's career started with the usual people laughing at him until he killed a few night creatures and discovered an abandoned fort which was conveniently stocked with a massive load of adamantine equipment, including a full set of armor, adamantine cloth clothing, and a mastercraft adamantine axe.
Needless to say, between this and his vulture-wrestling, bogeyman slaying, ninja training he was going around kicking ass killing 30 or more random night creatures, titans, etc. Basically the usual stuff, nothing special.
Finally after all this, a local lord tasked him with killing a demon who killed the last major legendary figure in the land. (Seems that some annoying and since deceased dwarves a while back somehow managed to unleash some demons upon the land. Nobody seems to know how, but in any case it's quite a nuisance.)
After gathering together as many followers as he could (close to 20 at this point) he headed off to smite the demon menace.
Well, several leagues before even reaching the site his band was pounced upon by the demons. The battle was epic and glorious. He killed three of the demons, including gaining vengeance upon the foul demon who killed his legendary predecessor, but a forth demon, a winged devil proved somewhat troublesome.
After chopping its wings off, the fiend bit down and latched on to his leg ripping it away, his adamantine armor helpless to stop it! As if this weren't bad enough, as he was laying on the ground hacking at the creature the gruesome devil got hold of his right arm and ripped it off as well taking his ☼adamantine battle axe☼ with it!
Well, not one to be disheartened by these minor fleshwounds and the loss of his axe, he soon manages to finish the devilish beast off with a few well-placed kicks, punches, scratches, and bites. The monster finally fell to the ground dead.
Unfortunately there were still several demons left and all but two of his followers had been slain, so remembering his extensive ninja stealth training he sneaked away, faint with blood loss, managing to escape alive with his remaining followers.
Ignoring the minor inconvenience of a couple of missing limbs, he crawled his way back to the closest town where the first general store he found conveniently had a alder crutch for sale. Trading some random junk for the crutch, he took it with his remaining arm and stood once again.
At this point most dwarves would have opted for retirement, but Kol only laughed at such a ridiculous notion. Placing his shield in his backpack, he pulled out a backup ≡adamantine battle axe≡ with his crutch arm and headed off into the wilderness, with his two disciples, to regain his abilities.
Soon he happens upon a night creature lair and realizes that this would be a great place for some isolated ninja training. Shamelessly barging in, he encounters the creature who knocks him to the ground. Rolling out of the way of its attacks, he swings his axe and liberates the night creature's upper body from it's lower body in one shot (with no help from his wimpy sidekicks I might add).
Now, most people at this point would probably be looking for a little rest in the refuge of the lair, but no... no time for that. Kol, with his crutch, walks into the lair and perfects his ninja stealth crutch-walking skills training night and day laughing in the face of the drowsiness that plagues him. Not until his new crutch-fu technique is perfected does he finally take rest.
Kol continues to train his skills and plot his revenge, planning to face the demons once more and recover his lost ☼adamantine battle axe☼. The legend of Kol Missinglimbs continues!
