Titles
War axe (99)
Enchanted war axe (Above 80k Vitality/40k Mana but not Il san)
Il san war axe (Il san)
Ee san war axe (Ee san)
Sam san war axe (Sam san)
Sa san war axe (Sa san)
Origin
In a time, long long ago, a time before the reign of the gods, there were two Barbarian tribes living in a fertile area called the Kimesh valley. The first tribe was a group of Barbarians who devoted themselves to the worship of a great Dragon, known as Chung Ryong. As thanks for their servitude, the Dragon blessed these barbarians with incredible battling prowess, and gave them scales to use in battle, scales that got sharper with each cut it made. The second Barbarian tribe was a family of Nomads, all related by blood and marriage. The difference between the battle prowesses of these people was that Chung Ryong's barbarians were skilled at fighting through hordes of weak enemies, in lieu of fighting a single massive enemy.
The Nomadic barbarians, on the other hand, were adept at battling a single massive enemy, as opposed to hordes of pests, and these two tribes were always at war, fighting to control the Kimesh valley. The battles were always give and take, and any decisive victory was always a pyrrhic one. Ground was gained. Ground was lost. All in all, the two mighty tribes were equals. The champions of the Dragonic barbarians would fall quickly to the Champions of the Nomadic tribe, while the Average and weak members of the Nomadic tribe fell quickly to the Average and weak members of the Dragonic group. The Dragonic Barbarian elder, S'in Tarrha, was quickly coming up with the decision to swarm the Nomadic Elder's camp, and kill him. The Nomadic Barbarian Elder, Min-Khan Kwarung, on the other hand, had set his mind on taking a group of his Champions, and killing the beast that gave the other tribe its power. Chung Ryong must die.
Min-Khan took a group of his greatest warriors, K'in Maoreson, my ancestor, as well as N'Tang Veihell, EnderWiggin's ancestor, Fahl R'onwan, MoUnTiE's ancestor, and K'rin Shintaru, Caine's ancestor, and eviscerated a group of young Draconic Barbarians, Pilfered their armor, helmets, and, most notably, their Scales. Disguised as young Dragonic Barbarians, they walked around, and eventually meandered into Chung Ryong's lair. Min-Khan and his followers discarded the Scales, and pulled out their clubs. With a swift knock upside the Dragon's guardian's heads, they collapsed, in a heap of discarded flesh. Advancing upon the Dragon, Min-Khan attacked with a blow so much it would shatter a man from hearing it. And his Club exploded into shards. The Dragon's natural armor plating was impenetrable to the Barbarian's clubs.
S'in Tarrha, hearing the mental anguish of his Dragon god, quickly led throngs of his followers unto the 5 Savages, and quickly subdued the Nomadic threat. Bound in chains made of the strongest sinew and metal, N'Tang, K'rin, Fahl, Min-Khan, and K'in were helpless in a stone hut. Combining their rage into the form of heavenly might, N'Tang, K'rin, Fahl, and K'in tore their chains from the ground, and lifted the stone hut ever so slightly, as to allow Min-Khan the chance to escape. As Min-Khan ran off into the wilderness, back to his camp, his companion Savages were beaten brutally at the hands of dozens of guards. Arriving some time in the noontime, a few days after his escape, Min-Khan dragged his broken and bloodied body into his Elder hut, and imbibed a flask of Leeches' blood.
Staggering to his feet, the mighty elder grabbed a few dozen more flasks, placed them in his pouch, and left the camp. Entering the cave where he had proved his strength as a barbarian many years ago, he set about to forge a new weapon. Min-Khan thought of the Dragon's incredible scale-armor, and how a blunt weapon could not pierce it. Min-Khan thought of a sword, but they were much too flimsy to break the Dragon's hide. So he combined the two.
He took a shaft of metal, and hammered it into a brutal, double-crescent shape. As he forged, Min-Khan thought of the events of recent times. His men were in an enemy camp. His honor was insulted. He was beaten. His mighty weapon, the Spiked Club had been destroyed against the Dragon's scales. With every hammer's blow, his hatred was ingressed into the metal. With each strike of his hammer, his burning rage was placed INTO the blade. Cooling the brutal Axe-head, Min-Khan broke off a limb of an Ironwood tree for it's shaft. His War Axe was complete. Invigorated by the forging process, and still on an adrenaline high, Min-Khan ran with the foot speed of a Horse, ever in a battle-position. As he came upon a group of patrolling Dragon-Zealots, instead of stalking, and battling them one on one, which was the contemporary way of battling them, Min-Khan charged full force through the thicket, and fell each Draconic Barbarian with a single blow.
Staring at the blood dripping off of his axe, Min-Khan knew. It was S'in Tarrha and Chung Ryong's time. Approaching the hut where his comrades in arms were formerly held, Min-Khan did not walk with caution. He walked with courage, and arrogance. Entering the Stone hut, was K'in Maoreson's body. Hanging there, beaten and bloody. Dead. Fuming with anger, Min-Khan stormed unto Chung Ryong's lair, where the Dragon was waiting for him. Staring him in the eye, the Dragon-bastard said, "You wish to destroy me. You cannot destroy a Blue dragon GOD. Your weapons cannot penetra-" Pulling his mighty blade from the body of the arrogant Dragon lord, Min-Khan sought out S'in Tarrha. Walking with great strides into the Draconic elder's hut, Min-Khan noticed every single Dragon-Zealot on their knees. Crying at the loss of their god. Bashing through the door to S'in Tarrha's bedchambers, there was his hated enemy. S'in Tarrha. Dead.
The shock of what had happened forced Hated to give way to Reason in Min-Khan's mind. His champions were gone. He had decimated a tribe not unlike his own. He had killed dozens, over a simple strip of land. Ashamed, Min-Khan discarded his Axe, and ran. His tribe eventually tracked him down in a small circle he was constructing, to alleviate the pain of his misdeeds. Bringing the hated tool of his heinous action was his tribe, praising him for his valor in combat. Falling to his knees, in the center of a circle with eight markings signifying the elements, he cried.
He died that day. Mentally, spiritually, and physically he died. The final, center trigram tile is what was left of his soul, providing a stepping-stone for all elders to come to alleviate the pain of his single rage-clouded action.
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