[RouterBlade]

"I traveled to the berhagen mountain range last 2 or three weeks. I met undead there not golems or giants. My group and i pushed through them into shoufal and met a dwarvish kuldjargh like myself. He without reluctance gathered his gear and helped us purge the undead in berhagen north of shoufal. It got worse and worse every step, oh how i loved being a kuldjargh. Skeletons,vampires,and demons were scattered back to the 9 hells by our blades. We were looking for my captured kinsbrothers and we did find them at the very last room and we also found someone else. We found a human or a Rivval as a drow would say *stops to make sure he spelt it the right way as tathnolu told him to* standing in a pentagram. After confronting him he slaid my kinsbrothers in a instant and began a story about freeing his master. After we chased him off the lad dropped a staff as he teleported. I picked it up unknowingly and I was nearly blown apart as the staff exploded with enough force to rip off my helmet and cut through my adamantium gauntlet. This experience left me aged....according to Rurik....i have aged 20 years and i now have grey hair. After returning to shoufal i found a healer of vorax....the kinsbrothers that were slain in the cave were his sons. The cleric was enraged and punished both me and my fellow kuldjargh. Vorax has denounced my faith , i am no longer worthy to call myself a kuldjargh. Without vorax i am nothing, i have covered the magnificent red and silver colors on my armor with a shadowy black dye to represent what i am now. I am only a shadow of my former self and i will do whatever it takes to once again serve vorax. But for now...i am no longer able to call upon the great god for he will not answer me and i am most of all not worthy. I await word of the healer for my task to regain the favor of the god of war,battle,vigilance, and bravery"