The world of Buzong Ogusp, a dry harsh world full of arid deserts, rocky wastelands, craggy mountains and stagnant seas. Born into this world was a strapping young lad named Ramet Quickmurdered. The import of his name was not yet understood.
Ramet strides into the neighboring village one day, an iron greataxe on his back, and announces his intent to make a name for himself as a bold adventurer.
Curses! Born into a peaceful land, it seems there is no adventure to be had here.
He decides to strike out north towards the mountains. Where there are mountains there are goblins, kobolds and nameless abominations that climb up from fissures that lead deep down into the earth. Surely adventure awaits for him there!
North and further north he wanders. And yet everywhere in this land there is peace. Or perhaps these people doubt his prowess?? Finally on the Flickering Steppes he comes across a great fortress made from blocks of green stone, where meets Bolli Uborxidel the lasher.
Impressed by Bolli's musculature, he asks him to join him on his quest for fame. Bolli agrees, asking only that he be lead to death and glory!
Wandering further north, Ramet finds his way to yet another small hamlet. Yet again, there are no quests for him to undertake for these wretchedly happy people! After another two nights of this, he awakes the next morning to find that Bolli has left him, apparently having become impatient to meet his doom.
Distraught and bored, Ramet heads out again, towards the mountains, where doom awaits him.
Suddenly he is greeted by a howled, wordless challenge. A Troll! At last a chance for him to prove himself in battle, and become a seasoned warrior!
As the troll charges him, he cleanly sidesteps, and whirls around, his axe biting deep into the beast's upper arm! Another quick blow bites into it's leg. Clearly not prepared for this much resistance, the fell creature starts to flee, streaming turquoise blood behind him. Ramet is unwilling to let the beast escape him and pursues him through the underbrush!
Cornered, the beast whirls around and prepares for a final desperate defense. UNfortunately for Ramet, it makes a clumsy grab at his arm, and manages to catch his hand in a crushing grip. Ramet's fingers crack like dry timber, overcomewith pain, he falls to the ground senseless. He never wakes up.