I am Klein, known as the Radical for being harsh and close minded about honor. Everyone has freedom, but every path should lead to honor.
Being born a Half-orc, my ugly appearance disgusts many, and my actions misinterpreted as a violent beast.
I intend to show everyone even a Half-orc can become the next Ruler of Kings.
My Friend! Protect your honor!
I first met Old Bert when I was a kid. He was searching for his house. Two hours after circling our little town, I was pretty sure he didn't have any. Mother didn't like him, so I didn't either.
But his stories were different, I loved them. They were all epic stories, about a half-orc trying his best helping human, elves and dwarves people! But my best one was the tragic one. The little half-orc training in the forest next his village, only to see it burn by the hand of humans. He took revenge and felt empty after that, traveling and honing his skills to protect the villages he stopped to.
When mother died, he told me this "if you want to forget the pain, you'll need a purpose, something to think about the future and not the past. I'll help you to forge yours".
So, I set this impossible dream. This story he never told me. I was pretty sure he didn't think about it. But my pain. It was a King level pain.
I told him there was no need to follow me everywhere. "It's an honor for a mere soldier to be able to follow you" he answered me. He didn't read my mind, didn't he? He is not a mage, but a soldier! He has a sword!