Short History: He only spent, twenty years on Baulicas. While just a childhood to the Draqiel, it's half a lifetime to a human, and he had his fill of the insufferable wasteland. When he was taken to ***lenor, he welcomed his new home with jubilee, assuming he had reached some form of heaven. However, as he found the only place he belonged was deep under the earth in a mine, he quickly realized that this was only another world filled with predators, same as his last home. He spent 10 years deep under the surface, enslaved to dig deeper as he provided the metal to make the blades for the battles above. The work masters were cruel to all their workers, and the giant creature named Don was not exempt. Daily he was beaten and burned with red hot rods, and lashed with shrewd whips made from chain and bone. The workers around him suffered the same ritual, and he often found himself the last among his work teams, which generally consisted of humans who had been pushed to death. His natural strength and resilience kept him alive, the tunnels he dug were hot with torch fire and smelting pits, and the constantly killed humans made sustenance when the other workers weren't looking. He was perfectly adapted for this lifestyle, but the humans weren't, and an uprising started against the mining company. Craving the fray, he joined in the riots and he alongside mobs of desperate workers killed the work masters, and came to the surface, quickly fleeing the mines with no intention to return. Don didn't care to return to the cruelty of the masters either and he set out to finally discover this new world of his.
Of Marrow, Of Near, Of Draculea,
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