Bruzza

Life in Oggok and the surrounding Feerot was simple and young Bruzza had his whole existence laid out for him. His Sire, a Craknek Bouncer made certain his offspring was to follow in his immense footsteps as did he and all of his predecessors.

Bruzza would spend his days in training with the Craknek trainers, occasionally joining his Sire on patrol in the Feerot. Bruzza would carry his wooden, practice short sword and bash scarabs and the like, always under the watchful eye of his Sire. Life was good.

This all changed, as late one evening, the Norrathian sun setting over Oggok. Young Bruzza finished his training for the day and rushed to the Feerot to meet his Sire, coming off patrol. He ran up to the guard station, but it was empty. Although this wasn't too unusual, the longer Bruzza sat there, the more a feeling of dread filled him, as though something weren't right. And the he caught a glimpse of the sight that would forever change his Destiny.

Four Bouncers, carrying a fallen Comrade between them. Even from a distance and in the dusk of the Feerot, Bruzza recognized his Sire's Crafted Armour, He had cleaned it enough times to know it's every crevice, every dent. He followed the procession into Oggok and to the Shaman place, so as to attempt saving the Bouncer's life, but all was for naught, The Ogre had fought valiantly and had managed to take one of the invader's lives, alas not before losing his own.

Bruzza's Sire was on patrol on the outskirts of the Feerot when he came upon a band of travelers, mostly Paladin's, based from the Temple of Marr in distant Freeport, City of Humans, headed for the Lost Temple of Cazic Thule. A battle ensued and although one Paladin was slain, the others dispatched the Ogre Bouncer with a vengeance.

The story of young Bruzza's Sire's battle and resulting demise coursed through Oggok like a wildfire and soon was the hot topic of all stories at the campfires at night. A funeral pyre was constructed in the Craknek Guildhall and Bruzza's Sire was commissioned a Warriors Funeral in typical Craknek fashion. Alas, the image of his Sire's lifeless body in full Crafted armor being hoisted onto the Prye would haunt the young Ogre for many seasons. After the funeral, Bruzza secretly gathered the remainders of his Sire's armor, burnished and bloodstains baked into it. He carried it away to his hovel and set at returning it to it's original state. As Bruzza cleaned and took the dings out of the armor he would envision himself dressed in his Sire's armor leading an army of Ogre's to the accursed City of Hummies and turn their precious Temple of Marr into rubble. This dreamstate would always end with that final image of his Sire being hauled onto the Pyre.
The seeds of Hate and revenge were planted. A fire of contempt was ignited and it's flames were fanned by Bruzza's loathing for mankind in general and especially those that caused his Sire's untimely demise. The Accursed Paladin's!!

Bruzza continued his warrior training, "markin and memberin" all that came to him. His Dam attempted to console the youthful Ogre, but Bruzza would have none of this. He used his rage to temper his hatred. He focused on his training, and learning the ways of War. Coming Next… Lesson's Learned and Fires of Hate Consume