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I don't remember my birth, though I am told that there was an earthquake, and a large landslide on top of a Kunning caravan in the far North of Alsvartr. A hedge witch who lived outsideof a nearby village found me on top of the largest rock in the pile of rubble from the landslide, unharmed. She took me in, raised me. She was the first to sense my link with earth, and her death started a chain of events that ended in my slavery. A band of drunk Mithal "heroes" ventured to the witch woman, seeking knowledge, She obliged them with a vision, but one not to their liking. They slaughtered her, and took me as payment. They rode south, to the coast, and sold me as a slave. I have spent my whole live as a slave, fighting, learning to beat other men with my fists. And someday, I will find my freedom and beat those men to Hel with my own two fists.