[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/QCgTnAH.png[/img][/center] [hr][@Zeroth]

"If ya know who ya be," Bonie called out after Jason, "then tell Bonie ya name. Ya history!"

The wailing voices from the darkness grew louder. The shapes in the mist were coming closer from every direction except that of the core. Some of them were starting to look...familiar. Especially one that seemed larger and angrier and...hairier, than the others.

The warlord's pace slowed to that of a crawl, as he bent down and scooped blackened dirt into his hands.  [Color=darkred]"I am Ja-soon Maag, of the Oorwin tribe.  Leader of the band of the Valk, and Champion of my people-"[/color] he loudly answered with a voice full of pride as he began adorning himself with the markings of his peoples' spirit walkers; shamans that were known to commune directly with spirits both good and evil.  It was clear that the goblin elder intended to test him, to make him prove himself worthy for yet another chance in this world.

He would accept this challenge.

[Color=darkred]"My entire life,"[/color] he continued after a brief pause, [Color=darkred]"I lived as a warrior; fighting for my people. But, I did not die as one.  I died in chains. Tortured... Betrayed... Cursing my captors that did nothing but tear down everything I had spent my entire life building, protecting, and improving.  I watched helplessly; unable to do a thing, as the people I had fought to free from tyranny were burned alive before my very eyes...  And when the sick bastard were through with their fun-- they had me killed. Like livestock..."[/color] his voice began to trail off, almost heavy with sadness, before it picked back up, in grim tone. [Color=darkred]"Yet, for some reason, a monster such as myself was chosen. Chosen to have a second chance at live. To live as a TRUE monster... And rather than join the spirits of my ancestors, was shoved into a strange new world- as a slime.  With this new life I fought, survived, met others like me, learned the secrets of magic, and became the ruler of a dungeon.  And as Boss, I had found a new people to protect; to raise and train as my own, yet, it seems that others; in their arrogance, could not embrace my vision- and seek only to slaughter everything in this world, regardless of consequence. I tried to stop the others, I didn't want to lose any more of my new people.  Yet, again I failed to do so; and instead took the instrument of my end into my own hands."[/color] 

The wailing spirits were getting close now, and it seemed that none of them were moving for the core, but rather to reach Jason instead. [Color=darkred]"[b]I AM JASON,[/b]"[/color] he loudly declared as he pounded his fist against his painted chest, [Color=darkred]"[b]I AM THE SAVIOR OF HUNDREDS, AND THE KILLER OF HUNDREDS MORE.  I AM THE CHAMPION OF MY PEOPLE! I AM A [u]MAN[/u]! THOUGH MY FORM MAY CHANGE A THOUSAND TIMES OVER-- THIS IS WHAT I AM, THIS IS MY HISTORY! NO DEMON, GOD, NOR CORE CAN TAKE THAT FROM ME!!!![/b]"[/color] he roared with fervor, at this point, if it was possible, Jason would have unknowingly activated [b][War Cry II][/b] for this proclamation.