Nov 22, 2009 18:04
The giants had great secrets. Secrets hidden deep in their crumbling temples. Secrets they used to enslave my people for centuries. Secrets I want.
But my kin do not want those secrets unearthed. They cast me as a pariah, beat me within an inch of my life, left me for fodder to the merciless jungles of Xen'drik.
That's where they found me. That expedition from House Medani is the only reason I'm alive today. Delirious and barely breathing, they brought me back to their base camp, where they nursed me back to health. They then revealed that they were seeking the secrets of the giants.
In the years that followed, I helped the expedition uncover many of the forgotten shrines of the giants, leading the the discovery of an untold amount of their ill-gotten knowledge. But as I learned more secrets, the more I desired.
When the expedition was recalled, and the movers and shakers in the House learned of my exploits, I was approached by a statue of a man by the name of Taldor. He admired my talents, and said he could use a man like me to uncover, "a different kind of secrets."
I now search the Five Nations for war criminals. I may have not found any secrets, but perhaps I'll find tranquility.