The Rage warband is gone. As i get out of the small alcove Pyrrhus and I procured to live in after calamity befell us in search for better fortunes somewhere i can't help but think back at the story of my life. I was born in a small town near the Blood Keep in the Grothmar Valley in a warband like most of them in the Blood Legion, trained for battle alongside my peers since i started to walk and couldn't even hold a weapon in my hands. I don't remember the ones who reared me and frankly i don't care for them as they didn't for me, the only real family i ever had were my brothers and sisters in the Warband whom i grew up with since i was but a child under the watchful eye of Phyrrus our faithful trainer. Octavia Ragecrown, Arrian Quickrage, Maximus Ragebound and i grew up together in the creché struggling for our survival alongside so many others although for a while i was a snot nosed brat who was relegated to carrying around the stronger members baggage i was eventually made into an actual warrior of the warband, even taking part on some battles alongside my brothers and sisters in battles against both Ogres and Humans. As i grew up we even participated in the Branded siege of Ebonhawke were Arrian was the first of us to go when caught in a battle frenzy he launched himself to the middle of the enemy formation and dissapeared, we never found his body.

But something good came out of that dastardly battle, in the middle of the carnage and destruction i saw the most beautiful sight i've ever seen in my entire life, even though i had always disdained humans as i had been thaught to but i couldn't lift my eyes of one of the humans girls embroiled in battle near me, so graceful and deadly, i could have watched mesmerized by her beauty and skill forever but i had to look away to defend myself and when i looked back all that was left was the bodies of her enemies and my memory, i really wish i could meet her again and test her prowess myself, and maybe, something more.

Well after that battle we left back home with our own and had some drinks in honor of Arrian, Octavia and Maximus decided it was time tohaave children and so they did, with each other. things were fine for a while, our life contiinuing as it had before, fighting ogres and the odd humans who dared fight us, everything wasa good... until that day arrived[wow cliche much feliz smh]. A band of humans coming from the mountains had somehow taken torch to the village and was cutting down our people easily, screaing about revenge and blood for blood, i haad no time for them i knew Octavia was still weak from her children and coudn't protect herself so i rushed to her, killing the two puny humans who dared to get in my way but when i arrived i knew it was too late, the door was ajar and therein lied Maximus and one of the intruders , i could do nothing but promise revernge to the body of my fallen comrade and hope Octavia lived still, which she did, just long enough to ask me to take care of Castor and Pollux before succumbing to her wounds. I didn't know what to do, normally parents didn't care for their offspring, i know my didn't nor did i about them but i couldn't just leave the brats there after hearing my sister in arms' last wish and so i took each of them in one arm and ran. I was grabbed by hand and pulled inside some bushes outside the town and i relaxed when i heard Pyrrhus' voice tell me ''we're no more boy only us four will live to see the day and at least the dead have their pride still''. i knew he was right, aa charr without a warband was better off dead, but i couldn't just ignore my obligations to Octavia's sons so i asked the old charr what was he going to do since he didn't see in any hurry to pierce his own flesh with a spear he told me he was old and crippled, his value was long gone as a warrior and he was seen as such by any charr ''i plan to go west boy, to the lands beyond the mountains if you have any sense you'll come with me, alone we're easy prey to these bastards and other charr. I really had no other options, better to live as an exile than in disgrace and so we went, through the freezing mountains hunting whatever we could to survive, well mostly myself, Pyrrhus might've been a mighty warrior in his time but all he had now were his brains and his knowledge.

We settled in human lands, ironically, mistrusted by the locals and subsisisting by doing odd jobs since we had almost nothing on ourselves when fleeing and the fledglings needed stuff we couldn't produce ourselves, so we resigned ourselves to the humiliating menial work, until one day i finally told Pyrrhus, ''i have had enough of this, i'll go make my own way as a soldier of fortune and send you what i can for the fledglings, we cannot keep like this, it's both denigrating and beneath us. ''uhhm i was waiting for you to have the balls to tell me to stay with the kids on my own for that is all i'm good for anymore kid, don't worry'' he added, seeing me beggining to protest ''i know i cannot fight myself anymore and we cannot be more disgraced than we are now, go, go and maybe one day we can at least let the kids be able to have honor themselves''

And so i find myself here in this city, looking for adventuring work, wonering what will the future have in store for me. Hopefully it is something good.