The Breaking of Kilras
Kilras the Breaker was once just another nameless brute among the laboring class of Homara, one of Rahadoum's many desert towns. A towering orc with skin like storm-darkened bronze, he toiled under the scorching sun, his strength exploited but never respected. The merchants and builders of Homara had no shortage of work for a strong back, but they paid little and offered less.
For years, Kilras clenched his jaw and endured it. Rahadoum, the godless nation, was a land of logic and order—so they claimed. But he saw little order in how the rich grew fat on his sweat while he and his kin were cast aside like broken tools when the work was done. Even in a land that rejected divine rule, injustice thrived.
Six months ago, the sky over Rahadoum split with fire. A streak of burning light screamed across the heavens, vanishing beyond the horizon. The object struck deep within the Eternal Oasis, Rahadoum’s largest jungle, sending a tremor through the land.
For Homara, the Eternal Oasis had once been a lifeline, but now it was a death trap. Trade slowed. Work became scarce. And men like Kilras, once valued for their strength, found themselves discarded.
That night, Kilras decided that if he would be treated like a beast, then he would be the most fearsome beast of all.