It happened over a year ago but the pain of the event still burned brightly. Moregen walked along the open plains of Trinity Fields as the rain pelted his face in the late of night, he continued to walk lost in the memories of the day that changed his life, a day that would change any man.
Moregen was a farmer once, living on the border of the Trinity Fields and the Mountains of Ruini. The land he worked was in constant conflict between the Ranshee and the Trinity Elves. One day a band of Trinity Elves showed up at his farm and even as he tried to welcome them to his home they drew their bows on him and his family. They tied up Moregen to a chair and beat him telling him they heard of his trading with the Ranshee. That he was selling is crops to the evil race. Moregen denied these claims. That was not good enough; the elves then drug his family into the family room. His loyal wife and two daughters were tortured and killed one at a time in front of his very eyes. When he yet again refused to admit something he did not do the elves shot him threes times with their piercing arrows and left him for dead lying on the floor next to his murdered wife and children.
For hours Moregen laid there tears streaming from his weakening eyes. Just as he was ready to give up and die with his family a massive stranger came into the front door that had been torn off the hinges. A crazy looking man, he wore animal skins from head to toe and wore a hat made of various animal horns and antlers. He began to chant…
The next thing I knew I was a walking undead shell of a man cursed with both power and unlife until revenge is met. Oh, what revenge it will be!
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