Half-Orc Monk, Peaceful until provoked
My story begins in a place where stories usually end. My name is Brewntuk Grungor it was only later I adopted the surname Ironfist, that of my brothers. I was born the son of an Orc Cheiftan of the tribe Slorgtuk and a human slave woman named Eesella. I have a few half brothers and a half sister, all of whom are full blooded orcs. I was born a secret a half breed born of a slave. My father never claimed me and its just as well as my fate would have been worse if he had. I had some liberties as my blood did flow with tribal blood but I chose to spend most of my time among the slaves with my mother who taught me how to speak and how to live as civilized as she could. My mother noticed in my at an early age that I had certain abilities. Later I would learn that I had what was called Psionic abilities. After my 5th season cycle the war pushed into our region and eventualy our tribe was under attack. The Imperium came into our village with a mission, destroy the orcs. They started by slaughtering anyone who raised up to defend their homes. Once the soldiers began burning our huts and tents it cause enough confusion for my mother to grab me and escape from my father and for that matter the Imperium. On our way out of the tribe one of our scouts spotted us and gave chase. We were able to lose him but not before he fired a well placed arrow that hit my mother in the back. She was hurt and I had no idea what to do, I helped my mom along as best I could. We made it 2 more days on the trail before she couldn’t go on anymore so we set up camp and I began saying goodbye, to everything. I had finaly fallen asleep exausted from the journey I had just been on, I awoke to see a man dressed in a white robe with a black feather on the back standing over my mom who wasn’t breathing. I immediately got to my feet and ran to attack the man thinking he had killed my mother while I was asleep. I don’t remember anything after that until waking up again and seeing the same man cooking some food over a fire. I was tied up and rightfuly so I still wanted to kill this man until he stood and approached me. He explained to me that he had heard the cries of my mother from just off the trail and came to investigate. He recounted to me the events of the last 12 hours. His name was Dexter Ironfist he was a member of the Ironfist Monastery. He told me about my mothers last hours and her wishes for me. She knew I was special and wanted me to have a chance at life so she asked him to take me and raise me in the monastic traditions and teach me the ways of my human brethren. At first I didn’t want to believe him I still thought he killed my mother but after 2 long days and nights of hearing Brother Dexter talk and sharing meals with him I was beginning to trust him, he finally gained my complete trust but helping me give my mother as proper a burial as possible. I packed up what little belongings I had and set of with my new found father on the 3 day trip back to the Ironfist Monastery, on the way Brother Dexter started to tell me of the goddess Brother Dexter and the others have devoted their lives too, The Raven Queen. Once we reached the gates to the monastery he explained a few rules before we entered, Never speak to an elder brother without being spoken to first, Always preform your work, your study, and your discipline when you are expected to, and last, Never raise your hand against a brother in anger. It took me a while to fall into line and for the first few months I was covered in welts and bruises from my punishments for having poor form or speaking out of line instead of falling in line with what the brothers were trying to teach me I became angry and lashed out at them, that only made my punishments more harsh. The Grand Master of the monastery heard about my outbursts and decided to try and teach me a lesson. One night after lashing out particularly bad at Brother Grimnor ,one of our dwarven brothers, Grand Master Ironfist pulled me from my cot and tied me to a stake by the southwest corner of the monastery and lashed me with a bull whip, feeling beaten and near broken he finally stopped and walked over to me and asked me if I had learned anything this night. When I responded with a faint “yes” Grand Master Ironfist began to walk away and said “Good now stay there until the lesson you’ve learned cements into your soul.” I stayed tied to the stake for 2 weeks being fed enough to keep me alive and drinking from the water that was thrown on me every few hours. None of the brothers would speak to me. I felt yet another splash of water rush over me and I looked up to see Grand Master Ironfist holding the bucket, he approached me and untied me I collapsed to the ground. He stood over me looking down I could tell he was looking for any sign of respect I could muster and even in my weakened state I got to my knees, sat back on my heels like they had taught us to when we meditated and bowed my head to the Grand Master. I’ll never forget the feeling when he reached down and put his hand on my shoulder, he said “You are ready Brewntuk Ironfist.” For the next twelve years I soaked up everything I could learn from the brothers. Everything from the fighting arts and how to serve The Raven Queen, to building traps and honeing my body to become a picture of physical perfection all in the name of The Raven Queen. Upon my 17th season cycle the brothers had invited me to stay and help teach the young brothers in the ways of the Ironfist Monastery, I agreed instantly not knowing what was to come. The war had started encroaching closer and closer to my new home and I was becoming more and more anxious, we had a few incidents of attack by Imperium guard outside of the monastery but we never expected them to attack us directly but the day came where they burst through our gates. We fought them with everything we had but their numbers were too great. Here I was for the second time in my life having my home razed by the Imperium. The Grand Master called Brother Dexter, Brother Vikzar, Sister Lehra, and myself to the northeast corner of the monatery. He instructed the 4 of us to leave this fight to run as far and as fast as we could in 4 different directions in order to keep the traditions of the Ironfist Monastery alive for future generations, so I fled, against everything I felt in my heart I turned and ran again swearing that I would never turn and flee again. It wasn’t long after that that the Imperium declared victory over the relm. I held a meager living together by living off the land and occasionaly bringing swift death those who were a part of the Imperium. Anger and pain kept me going and kept me vigilant. My travels took me all over the relm and I hope one day to find the place to begin the Ironfist way once again, but until that time comes my mission in life is to rid this world of the Imperium and all who support them. I will complete this mission or give my life in my pursuit of annihilation of the Imperium monster.