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'''Game:''' [[CrimsonStar:Main_Page|Children of the Crimson Star]]
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===Before the Company===
 
 
==Before the Company==
 
  
 
Harbek is a rather simple dwarf, and always has been.  He grew up in a somewhat poor household, living with his father, Dendor, for a time.  His mother was never a part of his life, and he wasn't exactly a planned addition to his father's household.  As it was, he knew little about her, and only then what his father had said about her.
 
Harbek is a rather simple dwarf, and always has been.  He grew up in a somewhat poor household, living with his father, Dendor, for a time.  His mother was never a part of his life, and he wasn't exactly a planned addition to his father's household.  As it was, he knew little about her, and only then what his father had said about her.
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Like him, and his father before, the head of his house was quite the drinker.  After seeing that he wasn't really going to get anywhere in the ring under his current house, he eventually challeneged the head of house to a drinking contest, in which he won his freedom.  He had no desire of retiring, so he instead became a freelance gladiator, under tenuous contract with a well-connected manager.  There, he slowly but surely advanced in the standings, until he came to the attention of a certain scion of house Svika.
 
Like him, and his father before, the head of his house was quite the drinker.  After seeing that he wasn't really going to get anywhere in the ring under his current house, he eventually challeneged the head of house to a drinking contest, in which he won his freedom.  He had no desire of retiring, so he instead became a freelance gladiator, under tenuous contract with a well-connected manager.  There, he slowly but surely advanced in the standings, until he came to the attention of a certain scion of house Svika.
  
==In the Company==
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===In the Company===
  
 
After being hired by [[CrimsonStar:Megaera | Megaera]], he soon found himself involved with a few other somewhat interesting folks, and what started as a simple gladiatorial arrangement has quickly become much more.  He still has fights every now and then, but most of his time lately has been spent having altogether disturbing dreams, usually involving insects and a Mul by the name of [[CrimsonStar:Daraek | Daraek]].  When awake, he's also recently found himself dealing with insects...a band of black-carapaced Thri-Kreen.  He hopes to find out what these dreams mean, and find a way to stop them.  They're giving him a bit of a distaste for beer, and that's no good thing for a dwarf.
 
After being hired by [[CrimsonStar:Megaera | Megaera]], he soon found himself involved with a few other somewhat interesting folks, and what started as a simple gladiatorial arrangement has quickly become much more.  He still has fights every now and then, but most of his time lately has been spent having altogether disturbing dreams, usually involving insects and a Mul by the name of [[CrimsonStar:Daraek | Daraek]].  When awake, he's also recently found himself dealing with insects...a band of black-carapaced Thri-Kreen.  He hopes to find out what these dreams mean, and find a way to stop them.  They're giving him a bit of a distaste for beer, and that's no good thing for a dwarf.
 
==Star Dream==
 
It is day, and yet the sky and the very air itself is red. You seem to be standing in the Red Tower district. A
 
Dwarven woman is holding a rock over mewling babe. “Don’t do it,” a very young version of your father
 
begs. The woman looks at him. “He is not the one foretold.” Your father looks worried. “I…could take
 
care of him…” The woman looks up impassively. “Then…I believe this belongs to you.” As she walks
 
away, she says, “Don’t contact us again…you are no longer needed.”
 
 
The scene changes. It is a huge battle. A massive phalanx is marching forward. Behind are your own troops, and
 
next to you is Daraek. “Well…let’s give our sister a warm welcome, shall we?” you ask, just before you
 
and Daraek charge into the mass of soldiers. Some lose their flesh to the swarms of Daraek, several fall
 
to the ground as your “Way” destroys their mind, and some fall to the hewing of your axe.
 
 
Your vision turns to a red light from a star that seems to bleed. You wake up with a tattoo.
 

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