Editing Dynasty & Decadence/Korel (section)

===History===
Growing up an orphan can be harsh. It is even more harsh if where you grew up was Lookshy, was born to slaves and you lived in the gutters. The day I exalted everything changed. Now, I hardly believe my new family would understand my feelings at that point, and neither did the Seventh Legion, but for a poor boy who had been denied everything in life from day one becoming conscripted into the very legion that had been the oppressing boot pushing me down into the filth from day one was hardly the dream of my life. Yet they assumed I would be happy about it! Heck, even the small freedoms I had, being able to go where I wanted and meet who I wanted, were taken away from me. I was a soldier now, and would learn discipline and loyalty. I hated it.

Still, there was little to do, I had to grudgingly accept my lot in life, as I had had to earlier, and served under the yokel of the Legion for twenty full years. I said the words, I followed the orders and I obeyed my commanders. I was part of a machine. As I served I saw the possibilities of the legion, and how they were squandered. We had such power! And yet so much of it was never used, kept in reserve "just in case". Meanwhile around us the Realm gobbled up more and more of the world, bringing wealth and prosperity to the satrapies they protected. In retrospect my view of the Realm was... least said romanticised, but I never regretted my decision.

Throughout my service I turned out to be quite the craftsman, and eventually I managed to get assigned to one of the Warstrider fangs as second to the chief mechanic. Servicing the large machines I knew their every quirk and power. I even picked up the basics of piloting them for the purpose of maintenance and repairs. My plan to freedom was set, now I just waited for the call to action.

Eventually my fang was called out, we were to do recon in force near the border of an ally. A great beast of some sort had been sighted and they decided to break out the heavy artillery, us, to do the job. It took us five weeks to track down and kill the beast, a process that caused severe damage to two of the great machines, nonetheless our unit was feeling celebratory that night. When my companions had drunken themselves into a stupor I simply walked up to the finest of our five striders, loaded my best tools and hopped in and took off for the nearest Realm satrapy. Luckily our chief Shugan-Junai had fallen ill during a couple of weeks back during the hunt and I had been left in charge, something that had made me able to do some... modifications to the striders. I assume that they tried to follow me the next morning, but the fact that they never caught up to me probably means my changes worked as planned.

Three days later I arrived at the capital of the satrapy, marching up to the main square in my machine I found the largest and most splendid house at it and called out that I wished to see the satrap. I guess I was a bit foolish, as this would no doubt have looked quite hostile, but luckily the satrap was of the honorable kind, who faced me there and then instead of attacking outright. As soon as s/he showed up I made the metal beast kneel and announced that I was there to proclaim my loyalty to the realm.