The death of a great hero. Killi Manjaro. He was killed fighting 20 croids single handedly in strange and foreign lands. My aunt cried so all the glasses cracked and my father was beaten senseless by my mother for indicating that it had served him right. I better get out there and earn myself some fame and fortune.......
Whipped the arse of some thone-hatin' Vucian priests in the name of the dharsage. It felt good. Its about time someone told 'em that the sun don't shine up their arse.
Interesting tattoos these Lunghoth have. Mayhaps its the start of a great tradition of bodily defilement?
Ehhh....an incident with a captive, a barrel and fine chunk of thombo steak. I don't want to talk about it.....
Received the crey. Me, my stupid arse believed it was a life of simra cream and thombo sausages from then on.
Dirty, creaking, stinky cleash. Found 'em lurkin' around the Trinnus and scarin' skittish Jers and other no-good doers. I killed 2, 10 or 40 of them at Meshka-Tra ..... I didn't think it too many.
Death of my mom. I'll breath easier now and sleep better, but I'll never forget her.
First servitude to the ramian of Ponteer. I saw something.....or met something....at the ancient temple called "The Hell Above". What kind of ancient being was that? I learnt much about the ramian and that the ramian rochka planned to use me as communication device when the crey had grown larger than myself. This is scary stuff.......
Wow! Me, a Redcape! Mom wouldn't have believed it. I'm up in the rich thombo fat now, I am. Wanted me to kill a sneakin' cowardly stinkin' Jaspian first. Well, I got 'im. Even if the snivelling, stinkin' coward hid in the furthest reaches of Sillipus. Thantier here I come. I'll sort out all ya thone hating mothers of........
Mingled with some pirate scum and cracked some skulls. Also a midnight encounter with Mother Gobey - finest thigh wrestler in Drail.
I did find the long lost city of Meg-Aleisha in the inner jungles of Drail. I'll kill anyone who says otherwise or calls me a liar!
Bastard ramian of Drail tricked us and had us kill a Matirikiv. Now its all up shit creek. Ramian will come at Burdoth soon. Still, I want to return to the hot, festering, clavic infested South Seas again - just to rip out the eyes of Talanki Mag who branded us as ramian slaves.
Also, it was pure luck and lack of good footing that let Karuciel Tutchubar-Crey beat me in that duel. Hmmmm....the crey does seem to grow and provide more powers over time.
The stinkin, bone-smellin' ramian invaded Burdoth. But they tasted the Burdothian steel and fire as we drove them into the sea again. OK, so a few people died. I had fun anyway. Something bad is happeing to the ramian society. I don't like it.
Yuck! Got a child on our neck. A spoilt Vucian prince. At least his dad could crack some skulls. Hell, I'll teach him everything I know and show him the world. Kindness, love and carin' - that's my name.
Got some good advice from Choi Sterneye of Aylon how to get rid of my crey. Only need to find a victim to take my place. Any fool will do.......
I was given the Ramov Dharlerrin for my patriotic services to the Dharsage (me killin' Thanterian swine....) An excellent place for some wildlife extermination and flogging of toth if it wasn't for the Drenn and tauther hang-arounds.
Second servitude to the ramian of Ponteer. My crey had grown and I earned the rank Tutchubar-Crey. I killed Utam Gachubar-Crey, an old half-insane crey-man in mercy. Poor sod was barely human anymore and begged me to do it. That's not the way I want to end my life. They'll have to kill me before I die that way.......
Eeerrgghh......that slimy, two-faced, child abusing farg exkrement Kharam Allonkarb made me look bad for allowing Drailoth rebels take the southern Drailoth colony. Call me a shissic! I'll have my revenge! I'll tie his entrails to a tree. I don't care who's uncle he is.......
OK, so now its the Berella we want. Well we'll get thos cheatin' lying bastards and feed them their own feet. They are the cause of our exile and all the accussations. I'm not in it to save that run-down, scragger-ridden realm of Burdoth. I'm in for the revenge.
Its getting all fuzzy now.
Its the umptieth time these lamorri ghosts or whatever they are, ride me like a schoolgirl in heat. Especially that Moira dame with the black armour skin. The crey has to go. I can't be used like a pawn......oh no here she comes again......yes, my sweet mistress.....
Chew on that worm brain! I swiched my crey with one of the lamorri possessed. Cut his legs off first. Serves him right for killin' Mojjk. Left him as evid bait. Better get out of here before the shorroc evid return. Typical of Snogard to let something that big and bad out.....
Stinkin' sword, stinkin cleash, stinkin caji freaks, stinkin Erucians. It wasn't my fault! If the stupid sodding pirate scum hadn't trapped his shantic battle sword in the first place, we wouldn't have had to get a crypt on our head and gotten ourself nailed upon a Vojecis statue. I'm tired of this shit! I'm tired of being weak, drunk and slow as an old man. The loss of the beagre infested crey has made me look bad. Let me rape some skulls......
The Fiend Known as Lukazail
By fadri Stanro Golo-Sor of Rolo-Gator
The boccord specimen of Lukazail Laholahan is a very good study in raw violence, the inherent foulness of humanity and the Law of Evolution by Brutality.
Probably abused from an early age, Lukazail spread terror among his fellow comrades as he grew up. Believing only in violence and of an extremly cruel nature and unforgiving, it was a miracle that Lukazail was not executed at the age of 10.
Being extremely vengeful and cruel, suspicious and proud, it is hard to understand how this dangerous condrij was ever given his drennship. But this he did acheive, providing him with power to endulge further into his dangerous habits.
Despite his mental flaws, Lukazail has acheived great feats of bravery and possesses more knowledge about the ramian, shanta and the mostly unknown extinct lamorri than any other Drenn.
Only Tra knowns whether his destructive and cruel nature will allow him a long life with all body parts intact.
NOTE: Please study the fascinating anatomy of this boccord (what is left of it...). Clearly shaped entirely for violence and cruelty. Most probably born during a Desti constellation or near a source of strong Desti isho.
Warning - Be Aware - Persona non Grata
If you ever see a 2,20 m 150 kg heavy, ugly, bald boccord condrij with a foul breath, worn eyepatch and gritty, harsh voice - stay way well away.
The middle-aged widow-maker, women-ravisher and dog-abuser known as Lukazail can easily be recognised by his many ugly scars, oversized spiky armour, huge backpack, multitude of maiming weapons and his countless medallions, amulets, trophies and teeth hanging around his neck. He might seem to think things over at first glance, but will always swing his warflail in the end until skulls are broken.
If not considering yourself as some kind of morbid sacrifice to whatever gods you worship, flee and report him to the nearest yords capable of incapacitating the brute...
.......if you dare.
Rumour has it that he is in charge of a Dharlerrin somewhere in the Gauss Valley.
I pray to Launtra to watch over the poor female livestock.
Anonymous Victims of Pointless Violence
Only a select few people can say that they swear fealty to more than one lord or ruler. This would most often be our beloved Dharsage and a favoured deity of their choice.
However, Drenn Lukazail Laholahan is a rare example of many and often changing allegiances. Although nothing ever has been proved, allegations abound that Drenn (former shissic) Lukazail Laholahan has served among the feared Redcapes, as well as the secluded and mystical shantas. Despite his visage as a cruel and merciless killer (a strange reputation that seems to have sprung out of nowhere...), Lukazail has acquired arcane skills and knowledge in the arts of Dharsage Silver, shantic technology and anthropology.
|Although Lukazail could have become the perfect trouble-shooting, expendable patriot of Burdoth, further rumours led people to believe that he also served foul ramian masters in Ponteer and their sinister plans. It must also have been a coincidence that Lukazail returned from Ponteer just shortly before the ramian invaded Burdoth for the second time this century.
Some have even implied that Lukazail served fouler masters than the ramian rochka and pointed to things
that moved unseen in the primal darkness.
Even though these rumours of course are not true, Lukazail furthermore managed to get himself involved in the rebellion of southern Drailoth and was at one time associated with several rebel leaders. As a result, Burdoth lost control over much valuable colonial assets which still is in the hands of the dirty, coronian rebel scum.
Now Lukazail might have been declared a shissic for this deed and accusations might have surfaced about his involvment in the death of the dharsages beloved eldest son, Aleyksander Dhardrenn. But this clearly must have been a misunderstanding, as Lukazail was swiflty restored to Drenn status when he returned hom with Fire bombing, flying airships from some lost valley in the Thodic Mountains.
Now, running amok in our neighbouring realm of Heridoth and most certainly improving diplomatic relations, we must ask ourselves:
Is this the Drenn we want to use as a symbol of our proud and noble nation?
Drennit Basarin Yodsson of Monerey