Duke Zyogre, the Slaver

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This is the story of my great ventures, this is the story of a true Noble, **Duke Zyogre** A story of ambition, A story of my works.

Life began for me in the caves deep in the copper mines of Ukialta, in a place of darkness where no beam of light would ever touch the frailty of my skin. It was in these mines that I was abandoned by my parents who gave me nothing but clothes from an ancient long lost state. Despite this abandonment I never felt any anguish towards my mother and father, in fact I was grateful that I was born and that I was given life, for soon the darkness of the copper mines would breach with the daylight and the warm beams of the sun's rays would touch my skin for the first time and I would know of the colour of my clothes.

The one who released me had no colour, nor even a face for they were not human they were the embodiment of Pestilence, the 4th Horsemen of the apocalypse. They taught me of the wonders of life, the lavishes, luxuries of the surface world and most importantly they taught me spite for I was born without such a life. They taught me that my life was plain and colourless and brought me to the light, to the surface, to Ukialta. Once I breached the earth I met the founders of this civilisation and threw myself directly into becoming a merchant. Life outside of the mines was harsh, there were few other traders and many new not the art of the deal and the true value of fortune. Yet I continued, I struggled, I fought my way through life. And in my stead I was the one who sent workers into the mines. I was the one that removed the light from the lives of the many for the gain of the few. I made Pestilence proud for I reaped the rewards of the poor. I stole their rights and I stole their profits, I was the slave trader extraordinaire. I was a ruler of men and was known as such. BUT THOSE BASTARDS TOOK THAT AWAY FROM ME. Those bastards from Kratia. Those fiends. Devils. Uncivilised fools.

I first met those hateful beings on my first venture as a merchant seeking amicability to these underdeveloped societies and possibly making them my workers. Yet they dare to call me the Barbar?? THEY DARE TO CALL ZYOGRE A BARBARE? I put aside this difference and continued with my strife, only to find that later on they had stolen from me, my opportunity of profit, they had fooled me. This was the foundation of my debt and led me to force the workers into unpaid labour, eventually till it became more cost effective to simply leave the workers in the mines with no way out. Safe in the darkness they now lie, just like I did. Those Kratian barbarians followed my every downfall everywhere I went until I could no longer sleep the night without thinking of that Dreadful King Brasidas Hyrcanus who's reforms encroached upon my profits, his lies, his fake feats, they fell on the ears of the people that place fake trust of him, most of all that Tigetius who is blind most of all.

Tomorrow I go forward to try and resolve our differences and bring with me stock from the mines, made by efforts of the slaves.

**I intend to to make the King Pay steeply.**