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     There is no such thing as good or evil. These are words. Words used to justify, used to incriminate, used only to serve the purposes of those who have power. In this world there is only one Truth. That is, that Power is Truth. I am Agnar, a student, a teacher, a wanderer; a human whose only purpose is to seek out those who live with their eyes closed and show them the Truth.
      
     Far estranged from the mighty realm of Canaur lies a land: wild and unforgiving. A land of pain and misery for those who call themselves human. The earth is poor, no better than sand, unfit to grow even the hardiest of grains. The air is wretched, corrosive by nature, causing sickness and depression in all who breathe of it. It is a land cursed by the gods to be ruled over by the beasts. There is no government, no law or justice. There is no problem solved through delegation, only war decides the victor of a disagreement. What chance did we humans, sickly and disorganized, have against the might of the brutal races? We who roam, shunned by our brothers in the south for our oddities, are the play things of the north. For this we found the Ogres our taskmasters, the Trolls the hands of justice. Raids fell without mercy upon us, leaving none dead but all starving. They laugh at us, stole any meager resources we managed to scrounge up between attacks and left us to the elements. We were no more than sport. Escape was futile for starvation was our hobble; resistance was laughable for our weapons were brittle. There was no hope for there was no light.
    
     I do not blame these creatures; I do not hate these creatures. They had the power, they were Truth, they committed themselves to good and us to evil for there was no one to oppose them in their views.
     
     A young creature only 16 years of age, I was never considered among the living. Marked for death they said. I despised running like my fellow friends and family, I could not sit while the raiders beat and raped our women and often found blood in my mouth when I would protest. I was a pariah among my people in peace times, and outright shunned from the community during the hunts for fear I would bring pain amongst more than myself. At long last I decided to prove them correct. During such a raid, sick of life and sick of fear, I slipped into the wagon which the raiders kept for supplies collection and allowed myself to be carted back to the raider’s head camp. As soon as the sun fell and the moon began to rise, as was their ritual, the raiders began their claiming of the spoils, starting with their leader, an Ogre named Enth’al. As he reached in, gloating, making merry, I reached out and bestowed on him a second smile: cherry red and shining. A sputter was the only response as he pitched backwards clutching his throat, sending a roar of anguish throughout the raider’s crew. Having made my resolve long before, I did not prolong the inevitable and lifted myself out of the wagon, ready for the first swords to be drawn. Only, they weren’t. As if a vacuum sucked the sound from within my ears, the cries of outrage vanished, and the entirety of the camp fell suddenly prostrate towards me, a sword slash across every back.

“Strength finds itself in many forms. Cunning is but a tool of a strong mind and a great will.

“ Welcome, if you wish, to Nemesis.”

     There is no such thing as good or evil. These are words. In this world there is only one Truth. That Truth is Power. I am Agnar, a student, a teacher, a wanderer. I am from a land that no longer exists. I am from a people that no longer exist. I am Truth, I am Nemesis.


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This is my cannon backstory as of now, and my tie into Nemesis. If possible, can the last one I posted be deleted?
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This looks good! I'd only comment that Canaur isn't a kingdom. It's the entire continent made of many monarchies, oligarchies, democracies, theocracies and other government types, as well as bands of anarchists.

So where are you from that you've encountered so many ogres and trolls?
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Alright, I will fix that right away. As for where this is? I left it open as a place that I helped Nemesis destroy and thus doesn't really exist. *Technically* my real-life home realm is The Dragon Coast, but I am not aware of any backstory or lore regarding it, so I didn't want to make any claims of anything.
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