WAR|L0_RD

I always wanted to protect this world from those that dared harm my family.

In the ranks of Buchasa lay two men that always felt like family when they were with me. Together, we'd share laughs and reminisce about how carefree our childhood was. Our natural salute to each other brought honor and harmony to the others who kept our backs straight and our stomachs fed.

It wasn't until my family and the others were victims of an assault led by a conqueror beyond the sands. Their advanced mechanized weaponry proved to be too effective against us to fight back against.

I remember watching the horrors of it all. Their flying drones eviscerating the heads of our weakened comrades. Their bladed droids infected by the Rots sliced through our armor like carving butter. Gunfire hailing from across the mountains, striking our city and laying waste to all those who tried to oppose their domination.

Our pride meant that we would never retreat a fight, but I did. My two allies, that I betrayed, whom I thought were lost in death, had vanished. I was the only one who deserted the battlefield that day, and I deserved death the longer I imagined their fates.

My cowardice got me nowhere. I managed to survive merely on scraps after disembarking on a journey that seemed like a millennium to complete. I crossed village after village, city after city, grounds after grounds expecting a different future. But all I noticed was how the world continued to take and take from the less unfortunate.

I wanted to destroy them. Flay them. Topple them to the ground and show them the truth of those who believed they were better than a man armed to the teeth with the weight of a thousand dead bodies burdening him. And so, I made it my journey to train to conquer these cities who took advantage of everyone.

I remember how easy it was, crushing the skulls of the nobles who forced their dictatorship against the less fortunate. Cities were liberated under my control. My name was written in blood among city plaques. My name reached hundreds and thousands of places across the dying world, and even a bronze statue was erected in celebration of my unsatiated appetite for conquest and power.

It was a statue of me that soared through the skies, rallying the cities around the relinquish in its reverence. Two shields, interlocked through my fingers with the Buchasa family logo, along with a melded steel body supporting the frame of my massive stature. It was a statue that made me feel like I had accomplished something in my life.

So I used this profound power to destroy the others who opposed me. I became conqueror of the Wastes, but that was not enough for me.

I wanted more power. I craved it as much as I wanted to wipe away my history with blood.

But deep down, I knew that I was the same coward, hiding from my past. The same child who had fought for honor now had fought for the same reason I collapsed my oppressors.

I couldn't stop. Not until I won.

And then there it was, a path to opportunity. A tree that was birthed underground blossomed into a new profound power, with the ability to rupture the cities across the sands. It spoke to me... as if it knew me. And so I followed what it did, living amongst it as my greatest treasure.

Together, we shall wipe the slate clean, until I have become king of the world.