Zarack
(E-mail: ShastaBloom@aol.com)

I am Zarack, born of the violent rape of my mother by a vile Human! My memories start, in the forges of the Rygor Orcs. My mother and I had been captured, and put to work as slaves there, smelting the metals, used to make their highly prized armor.

There I slaved, till the age of nine, when my mother, weak from years of abuse, finally passed away. With no reason to stay, I stole some food and water, and set out to find my fate. Naked and cold, I wandered south, to any place warm. That is how I found myself at the great evil city of Cazic Thule.

The creatures that inhabit that city did not welcome me, and only by the skills of battle did I come away with my life, but I also came away with great treasures, enough to travel to Erudin. I had faint memories of my mother, saying "You have family Zarack! Go to Erudin, seek your family" and so I did. Filled with joy I was, when I found my great, great, great, grandfather of 436 seasons. A powerful wizard he was, and for years I studied from huge books, of many lands and peoples. I learned the ways of war, mastering many weapons and perfecting the art of stealth.

No longer did I hate the human that defiled my mother, no longer did I crave revenge for years of enslavement by the orcs. Nor do I pity. I feel no remorse. I feel nothing. Morals are for the weak, there is no heaven, no reward for your selflessness. My dark wizard teachers have taught me well. I will steal your gold, you wont feel a thing. I will steal your women, and they WILL feel. Turn your back on me and I will steal your life!