Serpents of Shian-Mar
Crom the Uncaring
Crom was born the son of two warring Barbarian clans. His Father was Hromgarr the son of the chief of the Blood Skulls band of barbarians and his mother Valchook the Human daughter of the leader of the White Ravens barbarian tribe. The two families had battled each other for years over the vast hunting grounds of the Blue Crystal Plains. Hromgarr and Valchook met each other in battle many times over the years of constant fighting. Each time they fought it was to a stand still. It was in battle that they both realized that they had feelings for each other. Each one admiring the other’s prowess in combat and strength of arms. The two had met in secret and decided that the only way to stop the constant bloodshed that had cost both clans so dearly was for to unite the tribes. Both leaders of their respective tribes had disliked the union, but agreed that peace was far more important than continuing a blood feud over land that could be shared. Years had past and Crom was just a young boy growing taller by the age of 13 than anyone human or orc. He immense strength was becoming legend and it would seem that he would be the strongest leader to have come from either tribe. It was the middle of the night when he woke up to screaming and fire. His tribe was being attacked by black armored men on horseback. A vast horde of armored warriors carrying the banner of a two headed eagle blanketed the fields burning, looting, and killing all in their path. It was in this battle that he saw the largest of the armored men. He was a towering figure in blood red armor carrying a massive axe. The red warrior cut down his father and mother in the fight. The last thing that Crom remembered from that night was the red warrior taking off his helmet showing him his scarred face before knocking him unconscious. When he next awoke he discovered he was sold to slavers. The slavers had sold him to be used in the gladitorial death pits. He was bought by the head of a merchant family who made their trade in training fighters for the gladiator games. He was still too young to yet fight, but he was giving training in many forms of armed combat and with each passing year his strength grew. Five years had passed and Crom was finally of age when he would be now forced to fight in the games. He had fought well and claimed his first victory in battle. It was on this night that Crom made his escape from his slave masters made good on his escape with nothing more than the clothes on his back and the massive great sword he was able to steal away.