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Krieg paced back and forth thru mud soaked land, the rain beating down upon him.
He cared less for the company around him, he didn't trust any of them.
While it may be true that they shared a dungeon before, where is that dungeon now?
Gone, destroyed, my home, my maze, taken by humanoids, adventurers who trespass upon my domain.
Krieg let's forth a loud roar, followed by heavy snort as he stomps his hoof into the thick mud forming around his path. 

Glimpses of his past infest his mind, he sees his father wearing human armor, carrying his special axe made by the hands of a dwarf.
His father, the traitor of his clan, his father who betrayed his own family and took up with humanoid adventurers.
Krieg snorted again, and charged directly at an old oak tree, ducking his head down.
The impact was as if lightning had struck the tree itself, as it split open!
A little blood trickled down over his eye, and a strange eerily grin grew across his face.
Satisfied, Krieg had no sooner made it back to where everyone else was, and. Walked in on the end of dark master's speech about beasts standing in the rain. 
Krieg stood erect, standing nearly 9 foot 5 inches, [color=9e0b0f]"I am a beast,  you have problem with that?" [/color]