I first met Urm on the plains near Krakenheim, near the Corusk Mountains. In days gone by, Urm lived as a barbarian in a tribe that humans commonly call The Uukoork. Primitive and fierce, Urm was raised on the plains and learned the ways of the tribe. Unfortunately, a key part of life in the Uukoork involved violence. A lot of violence.
I cannot count on my hands and feet the number of times that Urm was involved in rape, murder and other atrocities. Urm continued to thrive in this environment for many years, feeding off the life blood of others with his skill in combat and his bloodlust.
Years went by and I could see Urm slowly wither – not in a physical sense, for his physique was unmatched, but in the mind and soul. Urm was different. I felt his inner being reaching for more, searching…unable to find meaning within his body, trapped in the life that he led. He was respected by his peers and quickly grew in stature in the tribe, but I could feel a palpable yearning. For more…for purpose…for something other than blood and dominance.
So I acted, as only I can. In his mind I set the seed of mastery over body, soul and mind. I assaulted his very being with visions of goodness, of light and of purpose. Free, his soul, became. He soon left the tribe, being forced to destroy several of his kinsmen in the process.
Though his soul was free, his body was still powerful. Unmatched in unarmed combat, Urm was something special to behold. What used to be fury, I replaced with calm, measured action. This only made him more powerful.
After his liberation, Urm came across a master of both mind, spirit and body. This was no coincidence…this is what Urm needed, and what I decreed. Ten years of study, pain, meditation, martial training and discipline was rewarded by remorse. Strong, sickening remorse beset Urm, as is typical with mortals.
Urm began to harm himself, striking a permanent mark in his own flesh to atone for each wrong he exacted in his former life. This suffering, he perhaps deserved. But the physical pain he feels at each cut is no match for the emotional pain that accompanies each scar.
The last time I saw Urm, he had joined a band of good-hearted adventuring folk, and I knew my part in his life was done. I shudder to think of what evil he could have exacted if he had trodden a different path, but if us gods cannot occasionally correct errors in the way of things, then who will?
- Baklunish god of Physical and Mental mastery