Turxx was born the bastard son of the outcast female Gxra. Together they live alone in a small den Grxa had dug into a hillside just before his birth. It was a beautiful place with a river running along behind their little hill babbling gently with soothing sounds. The banks were soft and muddy with tall grasses. All very pleasant and homely. It was in this place Turxx grew up a happy troll enjoying the loving attention of his mother. She taught him how to survive with nothing more than his two strong hands. They spent many days in close company. Grxa watched over Turxx very closely, rarely letting him out of her sight and never for very long. His mother never talked about why they were alone in the world. But to Turxx this did not matter, to him the world was perfect and life was good.
As he grew older he began to realize how much more to the world there was than just their little hill. Turxx was no longer content to remain within the confins of the small glade that had been his home for so long. He began to take journeys that would sometimes last for days, where he would wander exploring. Grxa would worry of course, but less over time. She knew this was good for him just as she knew someday he was going to be without her, he must be able to survive. She watched him leave again and waved happily, always mindful to mask her inner grief. Grxa was lonely while Turxx was away. She knew he would return and with him with whatever prize he had acquired for her. Eventually he would come home and she would great him warmly.
Grxa watched Turxx go and she was sad, she knew their days together were fast coming to an end. She knew the harsh truth she could never tell her son. She thought back to the day she was exiled. She had once been a shaman. One moment of pity ended all that. Her sentance, exile, duration, till her son was old enough to take care of himself. With a deap sigh and a heavy heart she turned to return to their den.
After waving goodbye to his mother the young troll would lumber off in his latest choosen direction. There wasnt much to his decition making procces, he would cath some new scent on the wind and follow it to its source. Usully it was nothing of any real intrest, it was the journy more than the destination that he found exciting. While he was away he would think alot of his little home and his mother. Turxx so loved his mother, he could not imagine life without her. He hummed one of the songs he was used to her singing to him. It was a happy little melody about the earth and the spirits. Those little songs always helped to ease his homesickness till he returned.
Returning home was always the best part of his outskirts as his mother would feed him and listen to his latest tall tale.
Once she was satisfied he had eaten enough she would lick him clean and praise him on the wonderful things he brought her. Home Turxx would sleep for a day or better again feeling safe to close both eyes for the first time since he had left. The next few days he would spend boasting to his mother of all his adventures. Embellishing only a little, for the sake of a good story. She would groom him as he talked praising him on his strength and bravery.
He would then make sure his mother had everything she would need while he was away. With his mums needs taken care of he would be off again in a new direction, in search of new adventures.
This carefree life style when on for two years. One day, not long after Turxx was 11 he neared home to her his mothers' cries of terror and pain. Panicked he began pumping his legs as hard as he could and then harder. He ran for what seemed like hours, the cries of his mother fueling him faster. He yelled to her even though his lungs were on fire. She responded pleading for him to stay away, for him to run away and never return to this place. This was out of the question. His mother was his whole life, his whole world! He would not leave her to this that hurt her, no he would put a stop to that and now.
With his body on fire, veins coursing acid, he ran harder on bloody blistered feet. As he cleared the rise into their clearing he saw her bloody and beaten on the ground. He saw mounted figure shining brightly in the sun bring a mighty sword down one last time sending his mothers head rolling. Something inside of him snapped and he lost all control.
He roared and the mounted figure turned on him. With a kick he reeled his
horse around and bore down on the troll. With all his energy,all his rage focused on that glistening messenger of death Turxx charged. As they neared collision Turxx leaped into the air with a mighty roar!
Calmly, the horseman lifted his blade into position to run the young troll through. The vision of his mothers death still burning fresh in his mind Turxx was quick to react, with one hand he tipped the point to the side. The shining man braced himself as his blade entered the shoulder of this young troll exiting near his shoulder blade. Head to chest Turxx sent the focus of his anger flying off the back of his horse. Turxx leaded on his hands and feet quickly turning to face this terror.
The Paladin was stunned, struggling to get to his feet. With a cry of fury Turxx sprang, grabbing the humans head with one powerful twist and jerk pulled it free from the now lifeless body. Without hesitation he threw it as far as he could befor once again focusing his rage toward the headless body. Consumed by a blind rage he began tearing the body limb from limb, smashing legs and arms into rocks and trees. This continued till there was nothing left but twisted mangled armor and a large red stain covering the ground.
With the paladin now no more than a stain in the tramped grass Turxx turned his attention to the now very nervous mount. Pulling the sword from his shoulder he approahed the trembling animal.
The horse, unsure how to react, pranced nervously as Turxx turned to bear down on him. With an untrained clumsy swing, he buried the blade into the ground; narrowly missing the terrified animal that now decided it had seen enough and bolted. With one final burst of outrage he pulled the blade free from the sticky soil turned and slammed it into a rock. The off-sided blow shattered the blade, which exploded sending steel shards in all directions. Several pieces embedding themselves into his skin some deep in his face lodging in the bones of his cheeks and forehead. His world destroyed, he fell to the ground exhausted and lost consciousness.
He awoke the next day weak and sore. He first saw the bloody red ground before the events of the previous day came flooding back to him and he was crushed anew.
Weak and sick from the loss of his mother, the only one he had the only one he had ever known, he felt alone, so very alone.
He was lost and empty left with nothing and no one. After several moments of just sitting there in shock, without thinking, seeing, hearing or feeling anything he rose to his feet. He walked to his mothers' head, gently picked it up and licked it. With blurred vision he carried it into their once warm den and laid it on the ground where she slept. Returning to bring her body in with the same gentle care he laid her down matching head to body. He then placed stones on her eyes to hold the lids shut. With a choked and cracking voice he sang to her the song of rest as she had done so many times to put him to sleep.
Crawling out from the den he sat at the entrance for 3 days and nights neither moving nor sleeping in his vigil.
The dawn of the forth day he rose to his feet and began to fill in the cave carrying armfuls of earth and stone.
For 2 days and nights he labored. The evening of the second day he was finished and set off to find the head he had thrown.
His search went through the night and into the morning when he finally found it in some bushes. As he carried it back to his mothers' grave he took the time to examine it closely. Soft, pale skin, tiny features, so weak, he thought, this creature is so soft it needs a metal shell to protect it.
For just a second he smiled. When he got back to the grave he placed the head face down on a large rock. This done he set out to find what was left of the shattered sword, he found lying near where he had awoken. Going back to the rock he left the head on he took the broken blade in both hands driving it down hard through the skull and into the rock. A quick inspection of his work proved it was there to stay. He smiled inward at this, this the last thing he would ever give his mum, the last thing ever could. Exhausted, and finished with his work, Turxx climbed to the top of the hill and laid where he figured was his mothers' side. With a deep breath and a long sigh he drifted of to sleep.
Two days later after he awoke starved and thirsty he staggered to the river. He set himself down slowly on the shore and took a long slow drink. His distorted reflection conjuring thoughts of the strange face of the man in metal clothes. He began to wonder how many others were out there, were there others like him? Yes, he knew there were, mum would talk about them occasionally. He tried to remember something specific but could not. He just knew somewhere out there were others like him, just as there were others like the soft, pale skin.
With a final resolution he decided he would find a new place in the world, a place he wouldn't be alone. With this he stood and began to follow the river up stream. He would find a new beginning where the river began, somehow he knew this. He walked during the day and rested at night, for so many days he lost count. As he made his way up its twisting route he began to wonder, was he ever going to find a place? Would he find others like him? The questions and doubts flooded his thoughts overshadowed only by the deep void his mother had once filled.
After many days of walking he spied something on the horizon unlike anything he'd ever seen. At last, he thought, now I will find others, that has to be a "city". Cautiously, using his hunting skills to remain stealthy, he approached the settlement.
Not too far in the distance he heard a great ROAR! "Others!", he thought, he knew that sound as troll without a doubt. "ROAR!" He replied. A loud grunt was the response, followed by the sound of a lumbering troll who seemed to be making extra effort to make himself known. Suddenly he was unsure, was this another battle charge aimed at him? He decided he did not care, he would either join his mum or find companionship. He grunted loudly and started lumbering toward this new troll. They met and once again Turxx was unsure of what to expect. As they stepped up to face each other and the new troll roared loudly at him. With out even thinking about it Turxx roared back, piercing the fresh silence left by the roar of the other.
"Me Krurrx", this new troll said loudly rapping his chest with a clenched fist.
Turxx rapped his own chest, "Turxx", he said in the same tone the other had used.
"Me no know Turxx, where Turxx come from?"
Unsure of the reaction he would receive with the truth he went with and edited version stating that he came from may days down stream in search of others like him. With the conclusion of his story Krurrx came with a question Turxx was not prepared to answer.
"Turxx face, wot scared you?", Krurrx asked.
Without time to come up with anything different he told Krurrx the tale of his mothers death and his consequent reaction.
Amazed, Krurrx exclaimed, "Turxx warrior! Turxx come with Krurrx, me show way".
Turxx followed Krurrx into Ghore where they walked straight to the warrior's guild. Krurrx, who was already in the warrior's guild was allowed to bring his guest. Krurrx greeted his teacher with a grunt and introduced Turxx promoting him to repeat the story of his battle with the paladin. Crunch listened quietly with a doubtful look on his face. Upon completion of the story the guild master studied Turxx, he was still covered in dry blood and scared from the fragments of steel still embedded in his face and body. The story sounded like just that, the fantastic story of an exuberant youth, a lie. Looking at the young troll and recalling the way he told the story Crunch decided there was enough evidence to make it possible.
Crunch asked the young Turxx if he was here to join the warrior's guild. Nogging emphatically Turxx agreed that he was. Crunch decided to send the young troll on a quest, he was to kill another human man and return with his head. Krurrx was to accompany him as a guide; he was to offer no assistance in the battle. He was merely to guide the young troll there and if he survived, back again.
So the pair left Ghore in the direction of Baulder's Gate, Krurrx brought Turxx to a small farm just outside the city and pointed to the unsuspecting farmer. Krurrx explained to Turxx that the farmer was weak and would not follow him if Turxx were to need to flee from the battle because he was losing or badly hurt. He told Turxx to run away and hide when he needed to, to rest up and go back to the farmer and hurt him some more. He reassured Turxx of the farmers weakness and told him the would not heal his wounds as quickly as a troll.
The battle that ensued was epic; Turxx battled the farmer throughout the day and into the night. When it was finally over Turxx was breathless, Krurrx handed him a sword he could use to cut the head away from the body. Beaming, Turxx lifted the head high into the air and let loose a roar that pierced the night. Krurrx cheered for Turxx, and was himself filled with pride; this young troll may someday surpass him. The pair lumbered off into the night back towards Ghore.
Once accepted into the guild Turxx quickly found a new sense of purpose. Every day he would practice and train constantly striving to improve his skills. Early on he discovered being a warrior was not so easy. His first battle, fueled by a blind angry rage, did not prepare him for learning to be controlled and calculated in battle. He learned more of the world too, especially all the races. He could hardly believe there were so many others.
As he trained he came up with a sort of anthem he would sing to himself.
Turxx was here
Me came to smash
Me came to crush
Me came to mame
Turxx was here
Me spilled much blood
Me took many lives
Me make mayhem
You will know my name
Turxx Krush Skul Mighty Maker of Mayhem
Me bash mash and smash
Me push smush then mush
My path is littered with bodies and blood
When the air is ripe with the stench of death
When screams and cries fill your ears
You will then know this troll
The Mighty Maker of Mayhem
Turxx Krush Skull was here
And this place now belongs to him
One day while walking Pound Street in Ghore singing to himself he encountered an experienced troll warrior who told him there was a better place to learn the ways of the warrior. This place, he said, was a lawless town, a place Turxx could kill freely. He also spoke of all the other people training, or improving their skills, this was a place Turxx could grow and learn at his fullest potential.
He told Turxx of amazing things, like snake people and illithids, now Turxx had never seen an illithid, but they sounded unbelievable. He told Turxx, all about this place he called D.K. Now Turxx did not understand much of what he heard, but enough to be convinced to go.
Once there he was overwhelmed, he had never dreamed there could be so many others, and so different from himself. This further fueled his need to know more about these "Human Paladins". Were they all as evil as the one that had ruthlessly slaughtered his mother? In D.K. he did learn of them. "Defenders of good" they thought of themselves. They believed the entire troll race to be vermin and would kill them on sight or die trying.
The more he learned, the more his seething hatred for these "White Knights" was fueled. He vowed that someday he would become strong enough to destroy the order of Paladin. So that never again would a young troll experience the loss he had. That all young trolls may live in peace and see their parents die old.
He would become Turxx Krush Skul, Maker of Mayhem, the one who would destroy the Paladin and their so called order, along with anyone who choose to align themselves with these messangers of hate.
[This message has been edited by Turxx (edited 07-23-2002).]
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