I was playing a Swordsgoblin, who discovered very quickly that he was not well-liked amidst the humies. So, about fifty corpses and several towns later, some little bastard gets in a lucky shot and stabs him in the foot, ensuring that he would never walk again. No crutches to be found.
Did this stop him? Heck no. He then proceeded to drag his way along the countryside, seeking a place of refuge to live out his days, slaughtering all who came across him, legs-first. His reputation precedes him, though, and he cannot find a single place of peace, not even amongst his own race.
So he drags himself across the continent to the highest peak in the land. He crawls up this mountain, literally BISECTING giant desert scorpions along the way (got like six of the things). He reaches the summit of this peak, which no man, elf, dwarf, or goblin had ever seen before. He reflected upon all that he had taken, and all that he had lost in turn. He had slain over one hundred men and scores of vicious beasts, his name was feared far and wide, even after his legs had been taken from him. He was still a warrior, but his luck would not last forever, and he knew that.
So he cast himself from the highest peak, master of his own fate to the bitter end.
Ngebzo Gristlewraith, the Jaundiced Shocks of Wealth - Kratos of Goblinkind.
In short, it was pretty freakin' awesome.
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