I am Dorden, once high shaman of Jekard the Mountain-Breaker and herald of His word in the capital city of Krushok Meir. I have lived a hundred winters and fought a hundred battles. I have stood at a place of honor by the side of three grand Chieftains. Twice, have I brought the head of the mighty ice dragon to my temple. I have crushed a thousand enemies with my hammer. There are few who can boast my achievements, and yet, there are none who can match my shame. I am Dorden, Heretic of the Age, doomed to exile. Many cyclopes see heroism as a measure of brute force of arms. I say these cyclopes are fools. It was Jekard's instincts, not just the strength of his sacred hammer Kroth-Kallun, which secured him a place amongst the greatest of gods. He knew enough to choose the time and place of his battles and never once was he defeated. It was to honor Him that I called forth His power and opened the gap that now bears my name. In that moment, I did not know that, by preparing our warriors for a proper combat on our own terms, I would be renounced and branded an outcast.

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