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It was dark, probably almost midnight, though he couldn't be sure. The sky was clouded this night. He just stood there, waiting in front of a large cave entrance. Waiting for whatever lived inside to come out. Nearly seven foot tall, he was larger than most men. His weapon, a huge maul strapped behind his back, was ready for action whenever he required it.
A single drop of water fell from the skies and landed on his nose, though he didn't notice it. Soon after, the rain started in full, soaking his pants and boots. He didn't wear anything on the upper side of his muscled torso. Still he waited.
For hours he just stood there, waiting in the rain and dawn was fast approaching. The creature would awaken soon. The creature that murdered his nephew.
"Come out and face your doom!" He shouted.
It remained silent for many moments. Then suddenly, an ogre lord came rushing out, straight towards him. He didn't flinch. He didn't move. He didn't even draw his weapon.
The beast smashed into him, thinking to overrun him. The beast, a full foot larger and many times heavier than him, might as well have run into a solid wall. As the creature bounced into him, he pushed it away with all his might. The ogre fell backwards and landed on it's behind.
The man eyed the ogre dangerously and growled, while he slowly approached the beast. The ogre, confused as it was, quickly regained it's senses and stood up, issuing a growl as well. "You stupid man. Grulsh crush you and eat you now," it said and started laughing.
A hard punch on it's eye abruptly ended the laughing. The ogre staggered back a few feet and shook it's head. It growled again and took a swing with it's huge arm, aimed for the man's head.
The huge man just moved backward a step and then moved back forward, using his movement to hit the ogre on the head with both his fists. The beast fell down on it's behind again, this time dazed.
"Time to finish this," the man said quietly.
He drew his maul slowly and approached the beast again. The ogre stood up once more and hit the man solidly in the face. The man just shook his head and shrugged it off, spitting some blood aside. Then he grinned wickedly and in a calm tone he simply said, "Die," and so it died. The maul landed on it's head, crushing it and splattering it's contents all over the place.
The man wiped off the blood and gore off his body and maul and sheated the weapon. Then he continued his journey to the headquarters of the group of mercenaries everybody was talking about lately.

He wandered through the streets of Britain, asking everyone about these legendary mercenaries. Nobody would tell him anything though. He was simply hoping that these mercenaries were the same ones his father had told him so many stories about when he was a child. His father knew so many stories about the heroic efforts of these mercenaries to drive back the Order of Imperial when they threatened to take over the lands. During the time when the Imperials were at the peak of their powers, they also had the most losses to endure by the hands of the Armageddon Glory.
He wanted nothing more than to join this honorable and noble band of people, who treated eachother more like brothers than soldiers according to his father. He still didn't know how his father knew all these things, though he suspected that either he was once part of the group, or he was befriended with some of them. Too bad he couldn't ask him now, for he hadn't seen him since their big argument many years ago.
His father, Calis, just couldn't accept that his son wanted to join the King's army. He had always told his son to avoid violence and to never take up a weapon against another man. But Even at a young age, he considered his father a weak man who didn't stand for anything. Why was his father so afraid of using violence? Why did he keep so many weapons and armor stored in the barn without ever using them? What greater glory was there to be found than fighting in the ranks of Britannia's bravest? So he left his father's house and was recruited in the service of the King soon after.
For years he fought the King's battles with pride and honor. But then the time came that he should have been promoted to the rank of captain. Unfortunately, he was set up by an over ambitious fellow soldier who had pretended to be his friend. Turned out that his 'friend' wanted to be a captain too, so the friend stole a family heirloom of great value from the general and placed it in his backpack to frame him. After being cast out of the army and spending a year in the jail named 'Wrong', he went to live with his nephew and his wife. Things went well for him, until last week, when an ogre lord violently ended that peaceful life, killing both his nephew and his wife while he was out hunting.
At least he had had his revenge on the foul beast. But now he needed a new home. A place to hone his finely tuned fighting skills. Then he had remembered reading an advertisement on the announcement board in his village a few weeks ago. Armageddon Glory was recruiting, and if these were the heroes of old, he was joining for sure.

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"Pssst! Hey!" a voice called from a dark alley.
He turned his head to see who was making the noise, but it was too dark to see anyone.
"Hey you! Come here!" the voice called again.
He shrugged his shoulders and headed towards the alley, not fearing anything. As he neared a few large crates, he felt the hair in his neck raise and his battle instincts went off in silent alarm. He didn't draw his weapon yet but stopped moving, looking around. He saw nothing. He heard nothing.
"Come closer!" the voice purred.
He turned his head towards an opened doorway. The voice came from there, he was sure. He quietly drew his maul, grabbed it with both hands and entered the building cautiously. He moved a few feet inside and then the door closed behind him with a loud thud.
"We hear you've been looking for Armageddon Glory," the voice said. It wasn't a question.
"What if I was? What's it to you? Come out and show yourself!" he shouted.
Out of the shadows, five people stepped inside the light, encircling him.
"Oh you see, we don't care that you are looking for those mercenaries, really. All we want is your belongings, or your life, whichever pleases you more," one of them said.
He started laughing. "You wish to rob me?"
"My my, you're quite smart, aren't you?" the man, who seemed to be their leader spoke.
"Come then, let us dance," the huge man said and he smiled wickedly, eager to fight these lowlifes.
"Are you sure, boy? Are you sure you wish to dance with Nox?"
"Should that word mean anything to me?"
Now the man laughed and said, "I will be sure to inscribe it on your tombstone so that you will not forget it again."
Then everything became a blur and all hell broke loose around him. Mauls, swords and spears clashed and within seconds, one of the robbers caught his maul with his ear and promptly fell down, dead. Another robber came at him with a quick stab of his blade. He sidestepped it but he didn't have his maul in a position to clubber him, so he just punched the robber in the face with his free hand. The man staggered a few feet, his eyes started to cross and then he fell down in a heap of misery.
The remaining three robbers had learned to respect his skills and more importanly his inhuman strength by then and approached him with more caution. One of them drew a dagger from his boot and threw it towards him with a quick flick of his wrist. He saw it coming though, so he just moved his maul in the path of the dagger and it deflected harmlessly to the side. Another robber took this distraction to slash at him with a large broadsword, but again the man was too quick for that and he dodged the slash and used his momentum to stab his maul into the chest of the robber leader. The bash wasn't very hard but still the leader was hit hard enough to stagger backwards a few feet. In the same movement, he pulled the maul back behind him and took a powerful swing at the robber who had tried to slash him, scoring a full hit on his head. Another robber down, two left to go he thought.
The robber leader had seen enough and made a run for the exit, narrowly escaping another maul swing. He got clipped though, but the last remaining robber saved him from further harm by scoring a hit on the man's calf with another dagger he had drawn, this time slashing in stead of throwing. The distraction allowed their leader to escape, but the dagger wielder now faced the full fury of his intended victim. The man dropped his maul, simply grabbed the robber and started shaking him so powerfully that after a few violent shakes, the robber's neck snapped. He threw the man ten feet away as if he was nothing but a rag doll and then he roared.
All was quiet again then, besides the echoes of his loud roar. He examined the slashwound on his calf. It was minor and would heal without needing any attention. So he left the building and continued his search.

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In the center of Britain, he met a man wearing brown clothes who was mounted on a brown ostard. He had never seen anything like it before. He approached him and asked him if he knew anything about Armageddon Glory.
"Yes of course I know them. Who doesn't?" the man in brown replied.
"I must find them. Can you tell me where they are?" he asked.
"Hah even better than that, I can show you where their leader lives."
"Then show me," he ordered.
"Cheeky eh, not many people talk to the head priest of nature like that. Are you sure you want to find them? You are not even properly armored!"
"My body is my armor, browncloak."
The browncloak nodded and said, "Alright, but you do realize you are risking your life, right? If you want, I can teach you a thing or two about battle. Their leader, Crin, is amongst the most reknowned and feared fighters in the lands. He will give you challenges and probably make you eat mud for a week, just to test your resolve."
He laughed, "Browncloak, I was raised in a land where the snow never melts. Where the wind cuts your face as much as a blade would. Challenges? Bring them on! I have faced much worse than that already."
"And you're overconfident as wel. Oh well, who am I to judge? I will show you. Follow me."
They left the city and crossed into the farmlands. Eventually they came to an unremarkable farmhouse.
"Here we are."
"This is it? I expected... more."
"Well I showed you where to find them, I hope you will survive your meeting with them. Good luck and Gaea be with you."
"Go with honor, browncloak. You have my thanks," the man said.
He knocked on the door but there was no response. He tried to open it but it was locked. He could have easilly broken down the door and entered the building, but he could wait. Where else would he go? So he found a nearby tree, chopped off some kindling and made a campfire nearby the farmhouse, determined to wait for this Crin fellow. He wondered why his father never told him about Crin, if he was truly as reknowned as the browncloak said he was. He lay down on his bedroll and stared to the heavens. It was getting dark already so he closed his eyes. A raindrop landed on his nose once again, and again he did not notice.