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......What is my name? My name has been lost to the ages......
.............Why am I here? Well, as the story is told the future is being written.......


A fiendish ghoul enters my war tent and bids me to meet his master. While I am not new to the cultish and mystic fiends that dabble in the games of mortal men, ths creatures voice called to me. I rode forth into a wilderness as black as any abyss and came across a small stone ruin that looked to once be a place of ritual of some sort. On the Altar stood not a man, but something spawned from hell itself. It beckoned me closer. Its' name was High Priest Xalotun of Python and its' purpose for beckoning me here meant nothing short of disaster for mere mortals.

Xaltotun talked in my mind, like many of the dark priests of 3000 years ago. He wanted me to lead my Durmanhoth Clan into the valley ******* and wait on the other side. He said once the cliffs fell, we were to dispatch any and all who happened to survive. So, we did as we were told.

The mighty Nemedian tribes attacked King Conan’s legions and the battle waged back and forth for quite some time. We were getting very restless for our chance. At first it looked as though the Nemedians were going to lose, and then King Conan (as we thought it was) made a terrible error in leading his troops across the river ******. As the Nemedians broke in a run, they ran into the valley…..our valley! We could see the mighty King riding with 5,000 knights from across Aquilonian and into the valley to hunt down and kill the Nemedians when a thunderous crash shook the very earth. All our blood seemed to turn into an icy chill. The cliffs began to break, boulders fell and rained down upon the brave knights smashing them and creating fountains of blood seemingly bursting from the earth itself. The avalanche cut down almost all of the knights save for maybe a few hundred and the king……now it was our turn!

I rode straight at the King, sitting on his huge horse wearing the blackest of armor and the challenge was on. He reared his horse towards me, drawing his sword in the air and began to scream so loud that you could feel the pain and anguish he felt at the death of so many brothers in arms. As he rode, one of my Heralds shot his magic forth and knocked Conan to the ground. I left from my horse while he was in a daze and squared off against the mighty barbarian. Once his eyes focused, he charged and our swords clashed. Our blades flashed and gleam with battle. Sparks rained down around us. In the end, he was dead, lying in the dirt, sword buried in his chest and ribs so deep it was unretrievable from his lifeless corpse. I looked around to see my knights and mages dealing death blow after death blow. Their black and purple capes and armor stained now by the blood frenzy as they slashed and hacked away at the stunned knights. One by one the enemy fell and at the end they lay dead and the armor of the mighty barbarian King was mine!

At the black war camp of Xaltotun, the fiend told us that the King had not fallen and that this information must be kept in secret. It seems the fiend had another use for the barbarian King and we were just pawns to play in his little game of war. Disgusted by the dishonor of believing the king was slain and realizing I had been fooled by a disguise, I turned to walk out of the tent when Xaltotun threw at me a bag of gold and riches and told me to build the black city of Corriban on this spot. He then vanished and I have not seen him since.

Heading out for different lands, The Durmanhoth Clan vowed that once they found the King, they would kill him. To have believed the king was killed was an honor, but the dishonor in knowing the King lives and that you only killed one of his many servants knows no bounds. With that dishonor in our hearts, The Durmanhoth Clan begins to clean an area and set up a place for us to strike from. Soon, we will strike with great vengeance and King Conan will be dead.

We were once warriors looking for the spoils from another battle. We are now all dark minions in the games the gods play. But for I, shall use this time wisely and big the dark city. For we are:

The Durmanhoth Clan!!!

…..and I am. My name is lost to the ages and I can not remember. I am now Hardware, Overlord of The Durmanhoth Clan. And I will ride forth and bring death and despair.

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