Morkai
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Basics
Name: Morkai
Race: Human Barbarian
Realm: Lands of Ameth
Unit: None
Weapon of Choice: Tall shield and Mace/Axe
Known Best for: Sounding exactly like henchmen #23 from Venture Brothers
Background: Morkai Jarnvetrson, Son of Jarnvetr, grew up under the guidance of his father, who was recognized as an expert tracker an hunter, supplying a large portion of the skins and meat for the village to live on. At the age of 17, Morkai wanted to bring honor to his family name and entered the local militia. At the age of 18, he went to war with his battle brothers against another tribe who were encroaching upon their territory and threatened his village to leave or be killed. During the fight, Morkai's squad was slaughtered and only he was left alive. Outnumbered and under skilled, he retreated, using the tracking skills his father taught him to elude any flankers or scouts that lurked in the woods.
Morkai returned to his village several days later and found out that the militia was successful in their defense against the attackers. However, the generals saw Morkai's actions as cowardice, even though Morkai perceived it as the most logical action. He was stripped of his place in the militia and brought shame to his family's name. Late at night, Morkai left a note upon his door, saying that he was no longer to be remembered as Jarnvetrson for he doesn't deserve such recognition, and fled into the forest, seeking a way to redeem himself.
For a year, Morkai survived in the wilderness using the skills taught by his father. While he roamed the land in search of honor and purpose, he walked across many old battlefields, and scavenged for items that he could use. Morkai acquired most of his clothing from the bodies of the fallen and even a mighty two-handed axe that served as a tool for him to survive and defend himself.
One fall day, as Morkai traveled into foreign lands that he never recognized, stumbled upon a grove where several fighters where combating each other. He watched them fight for several minutes when a twig snapped underneath his foot; the combat halted and they all turned to face this new stranger. Morkai froze, not knowing whether to retreat or react somehow.
"Welcome, stranger, to the Lands of Ameth."
"What's going on?" asks Morkai.
"We are a group of fighters who fight on peaceful terms in order to better ourselves. What are you doing around these parts?"
"I've brought shame to my family and my tribe and have been in search of a way to redeem myself. I ran from battle because I thought it was the tactical thing to do, but it was seen as cowardice instead." One of the Amethians approached the barbarian and put their arm around his shoulders.
"We can't tell you how to redeem yourself or forgive you for what your tribe sees as a disgrace, but we can teach you to not run away in battle anymore." Thus began Morkai's affiliation with the inhabitants of the Lands of Ameth.
