For several weeks Yorrdamma wandered alone in the woods, living off the land.
He was now nine years old, and because of Aylgamer’s enchantments, had already
reached physical maturity, standing about six feet tall and weighing around two
hundred and fifty pounds. His bones were ogre-hard, and his trollish muscle made
him twice as strong as a man of similar build. Given the spells he had learned and
the fighting and brawling skills he had been taught, he was not to be taken lightly in any kind of fight.
So, when one night, he was set upon by a small patrol of SWA consisting of six orcs,
he gave an excellent account of himself, slaying five before their leader finally wounded
and overpowered him. As the big brawny orc cursed him and prepared to deliver a fatal
stroke with his sword, an Elf arrow suddenly pierced his thick neck, killing him instantly.
Throwing the body of his foe off, Yorrdamma struggled to his feet. Out of the trees and bushes
around the scene of the fight came a group of fighters, all applauding him. After cautious
introductions had been made, they bound up Yorrdamma’s wounds, and took him back to their camp.
This was a small group of mercenary fighters dedicated to making war on Zekrim Gedokrist
and his evil servants. All of them had been injured, and/or lost friends or loved ones to the
depredations of the Withered Arm, and were sworn to vengeance. Their chief and leader
was a wood Elf named Feyanor who was master with the Elf bow. The others included:
Barlow, a Hobbit Rogue and Assassin; Mikallus, a grizzled veteran of many wars and
conflicts who was deadly in battle; Hogar, a hulking Berserker and one man wrecking
crew; and a female half-orc named Zunda, a Rogue both woods wise, and skilled in the
cantrips and hedge magics known to the forest peoples.
When they had heard Yorrdamma’s sad story, and shared their own tales of woe,
they voted to adopt him into their little company. Yorrdamma’s ability to render
first aid and healing served him as well as his fighting prowess, and his ability to
throw a good sized rock like a small cannon ball amazed them. Over the next year
he served well and faithfully in the group, and was, in turn, taught many useful things
by each of the members. With his eidetic memory he soaked up new knowledge like a
sponge. For twelve months they labored to kill and harrass the SWA wherever and
whenever they could, and they became a major thorn in the side of the commander in charge of the area.
Finally, tired of having to report this nuisance to his superiors at Hari-Na-Gregulden,
the commander put together a squad of his best warriors and sent them out to rid him
of these pests, or not to return! In an ensuing ambush by this large and terrible force,
Yorrdamma alone was able to extricate himself from the trap and flee. Grieving his slain
brothers and his sister-in-arms (she had taught him more that just magic and Rogue skills),
he fled from the friendless and now deadly Fenwood, and headed out onto the great plains
of Valesia, looking for a city somewhere where he might finally make a life for himself.
To understand the world in which Yorrdamma Vrash struggled to survive,
it is necessary to give a bit of the history of the kingdom of Valesia. This nation
was founded by the Priest Kings of the City State of Mora who ccnquered their
neighbor states and united them into a single large kingdom. They then built in
Mora a great temple to their deity Omvar who sent them a stone tablet containing
laws and spells to ensure their sovereignty.
But, in the far west, the Gedokrist family, who worshipped dark gods,chafed under
the rule of the of the Valikor monarchs, During the reign of Valikorin VI,
Diskorjia Gedokrist came to Mora and used her dark sorceries to seduce the king.
But, when it was learned that she carried the king’s child, she was forced to flee
back to the fortress on Mount Angwich, and her dreams of becoming the queen of the land were dashed.
Here she festered, full of hate and frustration, and she gave birth to Zekrim Gedokrist whom
she swore to vengeance. It was also at this time that she began the experiments in Troll husbandry
that produced Urdammu and eventually, Yorrdamma.
When Zekrim reached maturity he and his mother took their army and set out to attack Mora.
(This was the time when Yorrdamma was born and his mother escaped from the castle).
Diskorjia’s agents had stirred up much unrest in the nation over the years, and she had
pursuaded the Duke of the city of Kardyak to attack Mora promising him aid (which never came).
While the army of Mora was off crushing the hapless forces of Kardyak, Zekrim and his host entered
Mora at night through the vast sewer system beneath the city. They stormed the palace and slew the
king there. They then took the crown and went to the great temple. No one could be king of Valesia
unless crowned in the presence of the Holy Tablet. But, Falordin, the High Priest, would not crown
Zekrim, and, when he received word that the army of Mora was returning in haste, in his rage he
slew the stubborn priest, and then threw down and shattered the Holy Tablet. Immediately
the temple was rocked by an earthquake, and with a great peal of thunder the Deva Aramvolt
issued forth from the broken tablet, and smote Zekrim with his rod of Divine Retribution. ” Withered forever
in dire agony shall remain the arm that dared profane the tablet of Omvar”, said the Angel. He then gathered
up the shards and disappeared.
Zekrim was carried away in great pain by his minions. As they fled from Mora,
the cavalry of Mora entered the gates in pursuit. Diskorjia stayed to delay them,
but her act cost her her life. Hard pressed, Zekrim’s group fled west, hotly pursued.
But as they climbed the western hills the stricken wizard found enough strength to
destroy with a Hellbomb Burst the stone dam that held back the lake in the hills above
the Mora flood plain, and the pursuing cavalry and the city of Mora were overwhelmed
and buried in a sea of mud and debris.
So Zekrim returned, defeated, to his castle which he named Hari-Na-Gregulden,
the House of Bitter Torment. While Valesia broke again into many small city states,
he tried to relieve the agony of his withered arm, but to no avail. No remedy could
abate its pain, and, if removed, another like it grew back with terrible pain and suffering.
Finally Zekrim became a lich, but even this did not win him respite. He then took a vow
that he would not rest til he had conquered Valesia, and all the world of Kaball, and all creatures suffered as he did.
Thus he gathered his resources and began to create the Servants of the Withered Arm which
were to cause so much grief and trouble for Yorrdamma and for all the people of the former nation of Valesia
Mad Roy Cram channelling Yorrdamma Vrash
And here I thought that Mad Roy had promised me a short biography of Yorrdamma Vrash.
Apparently, this semi-biblical narrative will go for a long, long time.