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Durack, Victor of Krugmar
Jerry_Man
*This book is a restoration of a tattered manuscript that was found during an axcavation of a brigand camp in Krugmar. Details remain in-tact but the broken english has been reworded.* :: ::We're the most feared bandits in all of Aegis! We don't often do terrible things, that is to say, we don't murder women and children or needlessly burn down villages. There's normally a very reliable excuse. At least most of the time. ::Our boss Durack is a big man. He's suppossed to be part orc but he certainly doesn't have green skin or pointed teeth. He's taller than the rest of us though, he's even a head taller than the Krugmar Warlord: Rex (a name was written but I could not be sure of spelling so have left it out lest I offend orc history).::The purpose for writing this is because we all returned to camp from Krugmar today after one of those Arena fights. Durack wanted me to record the day's events. He said that if I made his victory into a world renowned tale people could always remember Krugmar as a broken and humiliated nation. He can't read or write but he weaves words like a twiggy. We normally stay out of Krugmar, but we made a special trip to Sanhar today when Durack promised we'd see some blood and broken bones. :: ::Durack fights with his fists. They're mangled from too many punch-ups and there's fragments of metal and rock imbued in his knuckles. When he steps into the arena his blood red eyes deman all attention.::He quickly eliminated every opponent. There were creatures from all over Aegis fighting for that prize money and Durack knocked them all asunder with just his fists. The Arena was a bloodied mess of piled bodies of those too proud to admit defeat, and Durack stood alone in the centre of the ring. He must have been consumed with bloodlust because he still wasn't satisfied. He bellowed at the Rex to come down and face his challenge. No potential Warlord could resist a physical challenge from a human, so all of them entered the ring one by one. All of them fell to the ground.::The only Warlord left to face Durack was Rex (I apologise for not providing a name) whose boystrous laughter had now ceased. They fought viciously for hours amidst the deafening roar of the crowd. The Rex, glimpsing his pride at stake, ripped an  battleaxe from the Arena walls and violently swung it at Durack's head. Durack ducked and landed one knock-out punch to the Rex's jaw. The Warlord was felled like a tree, crashing to the ground with an almighty thud.::Durack stood alone in the arena with every spectator and traveller in Krugmar staring intently upon the rightful ruler of the sand nation. He walked towards the exit, stopping in the gate. He turned to face the audience and gave this speech.::"Today you have seen the weakness of Krugmar. You have misplaced your pride and are now left castrated and disgraced at the hand of a pink skin. Krug would be ashamed to see what has become of his people. You have no purpose. Your only desire is to fight to defend your hollow honour. Well, bestow your honour upon one of the rabble in this bloody mess. You are broken Krugmar, and you need to be fixed. Otherwise one day you will be utterly removed from the face of Aegis." :: ::When I asked Durack about the things he said he described a brightness flooding his eyes and a loosening on his tongue. He said something about experiencing a spiritual moment, as though something wanted to talk through him. ::And then we left Krugmar and returned to camp. The celebrations are wild and we are overjoyed to be following the mightiest one in Aegis. :: ::*I doubt there will be any records of this to be found in Krugmar. From what we can tell of the site the brutes suddenly dissappeared or were disbanded and nothing further became of mighty Durack.*