History (Initial draft/WIP)

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Son of a Saurian male and a human female, brother to a younger human sister, Morvarax was born and raised in an extremely normal family in the heart of Elsgadir. Tranquility offered by the middle class family of merchants a boon to many, but in hearts filled with passion and romanticism, for those desiring the glory of the days of yore, it offered naught but torment. When cast upon a path detested, one either bows their heads in defeat and acceptance, or they rebel and shake the very foundations built upon them before paving their own steps to carry forth. 

When the city was invaded by wyverns and his life amongst others lay threatened and exposed, when all was thought to have been lost, stood before him The Death Knights as an unbreakable barrier protecting all that could still draw breath. He would no longer be bound to the meek life of a merchant, nay, he would instead be the bulwark of the innocent and weak, finding his calling resided in the very celestials themselves. The acceptance of demanding service and obedience in exchange for divine power and retribution was but a natural phenomenon, one he would accept with pleasure to further his prowess in battle if only to serve to protect; His lot was with the faithful now. His patron deity (Details TBA once details of gods etc are available.)

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Still Morvarax yearns for more, a desire for a better world, for the return of his peoples to their homeland and the protection of the innocent. The paths lain out before him are plentiful and his interests draw him to the very knights that saved him wishing to one day call them brethren in combat. Perhaps something else looms in the horizon worthy of being stomped in its path that will alter the path he thus far desires. The possibilities are endless, and only the gods are aware of what is to come, nay, perhaps not even them. One way or another, Morvarax treads forward with fierce vigor, and he will rest when no life ebbs within his mortal husk. 

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