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For Krahz'ur, life hasn't been all that grand, when you compare it to the lives of the paleskins above. To the rest of his culture, though, he's had it pretty good, especially when you're stronger than the rest of your brethren.

Blessed by some deity at birth, Krahz'ur had ornamental ridges upon his skull, and a much larger build. It didn't take long for him to learn that he was able to push through others by simply shoving them around. Problem is, they usually outsmarted him with trickery and traps later, a facet he never let himself forget.

As he grew, he found knowledge unknown in his mind. A voice that would occasionally speak to him in his dreams - the dreams where he was tall, strong, and embracing the draconic blood in his veins. It told him much of goals, of ambition, and of hatching plots. Of course, he had no care for such things - his strength was what mattered, and his connection to his ancestor, whom he had guessed was the being who talked to him. Completely wrong, he endeavored to garner more wit than his brethren.

In fact, even now as many ill omens continue to stack up against his home tribe, he has been chosen to join a war-party. An opportunity to claim his true heritage, the ambitious kobold known as Krazh'ur will not go quietly. Let the earth tremble beneath his brutish frame.