Kildrakgrim

Tecuani broke off from his pack once they entered the city. Nothing special, perhaps due to the last “civilized” place they ventured. Bigger, colder, louder, this hole in the forest felt no less different than the hovel of ashes he felt responsible for behind him.

“What was wrong with myself?!” Tecuani berated to himself. Now finding himself on the outskirts of the city, his insides wrenching with guilt: first the guard--- No, no, first his family, than that honest man… Tecauni shook his head vigorously, this wasn’t him. This isn’t him he simple stated to himself. That Captian or leader, “What did they call him? Kildrakgrim.”he thought to himself with an obviousness he answered his own question internally. How could Tecuani ever forget that name. It was the first time his enemy ever had a true name, and even then when he heard it hanging by that arrow that night, part of him knew he had to count on this "dwarfs’" wits and graces to escape that cold night.

“Tecuani! Tec! Tec!” He heard shouts of familiar voices, snapping him back to reality. He was confident again in his decisions. He had not laid waste to Hobwash that was the guilt of the men soon to share the upheaval of his blades and the singe of this newly lit fire in his belly. He soon lumbered off towards those faint shouts still enamored with his self-assurance: that if he keeps a level head and doesn’t let his heartstrings get in the way he will have his revenge, for Hobwash and his fallen clan, someday. He walked with a swagger in his stride he hadn’t had since Blackdawn. Something still burned his belly the wrong way however, Kildrakgrim, what happened to him was on Tecuani’s hands and mind, and no amount of ale could muddly those bloody waters… No he had betrayed a friend once an enemy, now gone… “What was it he was teased? Quasit!” Those lurches chanted at me as a child Tecuani thought. His anger and guilt tumble-weeding through his memories. “No I am the Lurch, the Quasit. However, I am the Beast, The Savage! Tecuani! The memory of his friends and family fueling him, Tecuani knew his challeges were just getting started.

They had lost two of their group, Tecuani had resigned to writing the priestess woman dying by an ankheg or the bandits, or simply perhaps she just got scared and ran back home. Tecuani let out a chuckle “if she made it”. His sense of humor was often thought to be dark and coarse, similar to Val their other missing companion. Tec did not want to write off him off as quickly as the priestess, however it seems he is lost to them as well, he will be mourned appropriately. Then there were four he thought. His friends voices growing louder, he must be getting close, this city was quite large and Tec often had to stop and regain his bearing, preferring to have to choose between which tree to cross rather than stone concave. He soon fell in siliently while they were still shouting for him.

“Where did you stumble off to?” ”—find an ale?” one of them let out. Happy they were still there, and looking for him during their down time meant something, not that he’d show it. “Hmph, been here the ‘ole t-ti-time.” Tecuani then let out overly dramatic hiccup and belch and soon all attention he had was lost to him, which he was fine with, at the moment he just wanted to be part of the group.