It was raining fire and ashes the day I was born; Laytir, the god of fire, seemed to be blessing my birth, so says my mother. A festive day for the continent of Khair and for the great City of Dartrong, the celebration of Striagorn awakening for the Battle of the Dragons, is at hand; and on that day 300 Magmar warriors accompanied the fierce dragon at the Plateau of Silence against the Human’s 300 greatest warriors and Erifarius their own dragon.

At a young age, my father whom I would not name in this journal provided the best trainer’s for my path to valor. He sent me out to seek the wisdom of GodFromHell, Ilfirin and Drunken Max on how to become an elite warrior and about the feat of Agudar’s that only the Russians Magmars have the knowledge and expertise.

I can still remember the words of GodFromHell thundering in my soul until now…

“Do not cheat, for if you cheat the Magmar guards would catch you and remove the valors you’ve already gained” said GodFromHell.

Day and Night, I labored on improving my skills with my valor companion, teacher and friend Balcanicus, he helped me do the feats of Agudar’s and gave me advice on the technicality and tactics of the battlefields. Together we studied the strategy annals of that time.

I was not called Hatred back then, but my old name is only an echo in my memory now. After joining a clan of dedicated Magmars in defending the Dartrong City and the towns around it from Human invasions I was asked to change my name. Picking a name was not hard for me after seeing the devastation the Humans have done to my land and people. My purpose was fueled by hate and rage.

“What would be your name warrior?” says the clan elder.
“From hence forth I will be known as Hatred.” I answered back in almost a whisper.

During my travels and inquiries, I have learned to ride and call into battle a Zorb breed for battle. The task was not easy nor was it costless, training it and feeding it was tiresome and from it I’ve learned patience. I thought back then that having a battle zorb would give me an edge in battle, and many Humans have proven me wrong. But that’s another story and I wouldn’t want to jump with my random thoughts.

On a certain part of my life, which I will call my path to valor; many have told me that what I would want to do is an impossible feat. Those arguments only stoke the fire inside me that’s already been raging for some time; I tell myself that I am a Magmar with exceptional physical prowess and strength of spirit.

“Aren’t we the invulnerable race embodied by the Great Dragon itself Striagorn, who was created by the goddess Sheara from our own energy? “ I asked myself.
“I would gained more valor, I will bid my time” I shouted on top of the walls of Derelict directed to the cloudy sky while shaking my fist.

I continued my training with more vigor now; I have entered the battlefield with the greatest Magmar warriors and learned from them. I’ve prayed to Verstida the Godess for her blessings, collected medals from reputations and only used the best weapons/armors available for me before I enter a battlefield. I have chosen the Ancient Temple of the Chosen to be my favorable instance, win or lose I still get some amount of valor.

I’ve watched fights and battles; search for scrolls containing tactics and anecdotes of the greatest fighters on both sides. I have not only become a warrior but a scholar of war too. There wouldn’t be a book or a scroll about the battlefields that’s available that I have not read yet.

But once a month, I dedicated my armor and weapons not for valor but for the fight against chaos and the undead. Human’s are not the only enemy now, a new evil is breeding and troubled times are on our own doorsteps. All able bodied Magmars who can carry a weapon and a suitable armor are fighting side by side to get rid of this evil that corrupts and weaken the lava that flows in our veins. Blood of the gungl’s stains our armors, dust from the bones of undead soiled it and rotting flesh cling to our blades and hammers. The stench of corpse linger from miles, we can only hope that the volcanoes would burn them fast enough before any disease would harm the young ones.

After this gruesome task, again I return to the battlefields. Even without a group I waited for any Humans to go inside the temple for the coveted sphere of energy; hoping to get some scalps and valor at the same time. This I do for so many months, vigilance for valor is my battle cry.

Then suddenly, I got the elite rank then the champion rank and now a gladiator rank. I was dumbfounded; many have said that it would be impossible for me. But this will not be the end of it; there are some things left undone and quest unfinished.

And here ends the first chapter of The Chronicles of Hatred.

Author: Hatred