Hardship and pain.
Those were the gifts we were given when we were brought into this world. We had
no identity. No sense of self. We were who they said we were and we knew no
better. Had no reason to think that a different life existed.
The Empire made us. They created our bodies with magic and suffering.
Manipulated us from before we were born, twisted in the eggs until we became
how they wanted. So many died before they learned to make use the way they
wanted.
We were strong. We were powerful. We were helpless before their magic, unable
to resist and ignorant even of the need to resist. Why would we? This was all
we had ever known. All we had been bred, taught and trained for.
They put us in their fields. They put us in their quarries. They put us in their
mines. They put us in their arenas. We bled for them. We died for them.
They were our entire world, the only one we had ever known.
Until we learned more. Shown more. Our elders, the veterans of the wars, spoke
of the Visions. They spoke of the God of Slaughter, who would one day welcome
us. It was Harr who brought us to life, to live, to learn, to suffer, and to
slaughter, to prepare for the world for His return.
Those who fell in this world would join Harr in the slaughter against the other
Dragon Gods. Those that remained would pave the way for their return.
When the ones who came before returned to free us, we were prepared . The
Empire had lied to us and had not prepared us as Harr wished. We needed to be
apart from the Empire. We needed to establish our own Empire.
We took on the name Kravik, Those Who Prepare. And we will prepare. Harr calls
us to battle.