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	One day while passing ~~through~~ close to where his mother lives during hunting trip he sees a fire and smoke billowing from the distance. ~~Sekmeht~~ quickly recognizes the location of the smoke ~~he knows~~ this can't be a good thing.		One day, while passing close to where his mother lives during a hunting trip, Sekmeht sees a fire and smoke billowing from the distance. He quickly recognizes the location of the smoke, knowing this can't be a good thing. He begins to sprint towards the location with his Kertig bastard-sword drawn into a defensive position, clenching the pommel tightly in one hand and draping his shield across his shoulder and arm with the other.

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		⚫	As he turns down his street, the street he grew up on, he sees what looks like his mother standing in the doorway, waving towards him. He begins to sprint towards her, sheathing his sword and putting his shield back across his shoulder. As he gets closer, his sprint turns into a dead stop as he gasps, noticing his mother has been impaled on a spear. Her face is painted with pain; she is dead, her arm raised as if she attempted to avoid the attack.
	He begins to sprint towards the location with his Kertig bastard-sword drawn into a defensive position clenching the pommel tightly in one hand and draping his shield across his shoulder and arm with the other.

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		⚫	Sekmeht releases a thunderous roar. Something slips in the back of his head, images begin to roll. Everything that his father had taught slowly unravels. The image of him as a child with blood across his hand becomes vivid as his vision begins to fill red, tainted with rage and anger. He paces slowly; his shock and horror turn into laughter, his brows flare, and his nostrils flare as his eyes become bloodshot.
	As he turns down his street, the street he grew up on, he sees what looks like his mother standing in the door way waving towards him.

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		⚫	Grunting, he snarls and leaps into the air, landing softly with his head snapping side to side, cackling. He walks up to his mother with a grin, wipes a tear from her cheek, closes her eyes, then softly cleans her face with his palm, freeing it from its bloody, pain-tormented appearance. Slowly he pulls his hand back, gazing at it sharply, and begins to draw smears of the fresh blood across his face. The feel and smell of it invigorates him as his inner fire and rage burn brightly.
	He begins to sprint towards her, sheathing his sword and putting his shield back across his shoulder.

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		⚫	All of a sudden, a creature crawls from out of the side window of his mother's house with items falling out of its backpack. Immediately noticing that this creature did not belong there, Sekmeht begins to engage.
⚫	As he gets closer his sprint turns into dead stop as he gasps noticing his mother has been impaled on a spear... Her face is painted with pain~~...~~ ~~She~~ is dead ~~and~~ her arm raised as if she attempted to avoid the attack.

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		⚫	"Rage can corrupt the soul of a man and make him weak. Focus, relax, and you will be unstoppable, my son..." booms within his mind, like glass shattering.
⚫	Sekmeht releases a thunderous roar... Something slips in the back of his head, images begin to roll, ~~everything~~ that his father had taught slowly unravels. The image of him as a child with ~~the~~ blood across his hand becomes vivid as his vision begins to fill red tainted with rage and anger... He paces slowly, his shock and horror ~~become~~ laughter, his brows flare and his nostrils flare as his eyes become bloodshot.

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		⚫	"Remember, son... Rage can corrupt the soul of a man and make him weak," also begins to echo within his head.
⚫	Grunting he snarls and leaps into the air, landing softly with his head snapping side to side cackling. He walks up to his mother with a grin, wipes a tear from her cheek, closes her eyes, then softly cleans her face with his palm freeing it from its bloody pain-tormented appearance.

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		⚫	Time begins to slow as he licks his lips, gazing at the pillager. The creature turns, and in a startled moment, fires a crossbow bolt, which slices through the air, lodging itself into Sekmeht's thigh.
	Slowly he pulls his hand back gazing at it sharply and begins to draw smears of the fresh blood across his face. The feel and smell of it invigorates him as his inner fire and rage burns brightly.

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		⚫	"Remember, son... Rage can corrupt the soul of a man and make him weak. Focus, relax, and you will be unstoppable..." Sekmeht utters softly. At pole range, he roars, "Rage is so much more enjoyable. It invigorates the soul and body. Guide your hatred and anger with your inner fire, and you can destroy all things!" Sekmeht launches into the air, drawing his sword; he turns, slicing deeply across the creature's chest. The creature drops to its knees, gasping in shock and horror as its sternum is split.
⚫	All of ~~the~~ sudden a creature crawls from out of the side window of his ~~mothers~~ house with items falling out of its backpack. Immediately noticing that this creature did not belong there, Sekmeht begins to engage.

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		⚫	Sekmeht lands, back turned towards the creature; he gazes down quickly at the inscription on his sword, covered in a thin red coat. Cackling, he turns and walks over to his mother's murderer, staring at him with darting bloodshot eyes.
⚫	"Rage can corrupt the soul of a man and make him weak. Focus, ~~Relax~~ and you will be unstoppable my son..." ~~boom~~ within his mind, ~~it seems~~ like glass shattering...

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		⚫	Weeping softly, it says, "Forgive me." Sekmeht raises his sword high into the air, his eyes beaming down hatred; he cleaves the top of the invader's skull, killing it instantly.
⚫	"Remember, son... Rage can corrupt the soul of a man and make him weak." also begins to echo within his head.

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			Now covered in blood, and his enemy vanquished, the rage begins to fade. It's over for now. Sekmeht returns to his mother and gives her a proper burial, rightfully next to her husband. He places the final rock on the mound; he knows now what he must do, he knows now that a beast lies within. Rage Revenge!
⚫	Time begins to slow as he licks his lips gazing at the pillager. The creature turns and in a startled moment fires a crossbow bolt which slices through the air lodging itself into Sekmeht's thigh.
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	"Remember, son... Rage can corrupt the soul of a man and make him weak. Focus, Relax and you will be unstoppable"... Sekmeht utters softly.
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⚫	At pole range he roars "Rage is so much more enjoyable, it invigorates the soul and body. Guide your hatred and anger with your inner-fire and you can destroy all things!", Sekmeht launches into the air drawing his sword he turns slicing deeply across the ~~creatures~~ chest.
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⚫	~~The creature drops to his knee's gasping in shock and horror as it's sternum is split.~~ Sekmeht lands back turned towards the creature, he gazes down quickly at the inscription on his sword covered in a thin red coat. Cackling, he turns and walks over to his ~~Mother~~'s murderer staring at him with darting bloodshot eyes.
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	Weeping softly it says "Forgive me.".
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⚫	Sekmeht raises his sword high into the air, his eyes beaming down hatred he cleaves the top of the ~~invaders~~ skull killing it instantly.
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	Now covered in blood, and his enemy vanquished, the rage begins to fade... it's over for now...
	<br>
	Sekmeht returns to his mother and gives her a proper burial rightfully next to her husband.
	<br>
	He places the final rock on the mound, he knows know what he must do, he knows now that a beast lies within.... Rage Revenge!

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 ==Early Years==
-As a young Gor’Tog, Sekmeht grew up in a small village in the outskirts of Knife Clan, Zoluren. His father, a well-known retired veteran of the local militia and mother a well-respected emergency medic of the local town loved their son greatly. Sekmeht’s upbringing of combat lore, knowledge of anatomy and respect would turn out to be a major fundamental and influence of his overall personality.
+As a young Gor'Tog, Sekmeht grew up in a small village on the outskirts of Knife Clan, Zoluren. His father, a well-known retired veteran of the local militia, and his mother, a well-respected emergency medic of the local town, loved their son greatly. Sekmeht’s upbringing in combat lore, knowledge of anatomy, and respect would turn out to be fundamental influences on his overall personality.
-Since childhood, Sekmeht’s father had taught him how to channel and control his emotions and anger while focusing on the tasks at hand. Whether it be cleaning up his room, the yard, tasks, hunting for food or sticking up for himself; patience and focus was always an important lesson. His mother played a big role in his life by teaching him compassion for people and life in general while primarily being a housewife. It’s no wonder that over the years Sekmeht would inherit his father’s focus on hard work and respect and his mother’s empathetic view towards others and their belongings.
+Since childhood, Sekmeht’s father had taught him how to channel and control his emotions and anger while focusing on the tasks at hand. Whether cleaning up his room, the yard, performing tasks, hunting for food, or standing up for himself, patience and focus were always important lessons. His mother played a significant role in his life by teaching him compassion for people and life in general while primarily being a housewife. It’s no wonder that over the years Sekmeht would inherit his father’s focus on hard work and respect and his mother’s empathetic view towards others and their belongings.
-One day after regular sparring sessions with his father, Sekmeht lands a heavy blow that splits his father’s lip and sends him stepping backwards stumbling to the floor.
+One day, after regular sparring sessions with his father, Sekmeht lands a heavy blow that splits his father’s lip and sends him stepping backward, stumbling to the floor. Sekmeht runs to his side and asks his father if he is okay. His father laughs, exposing his bleeding split lip, and says, “My son, that was wonderful… You make me proud.”
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	Sekmeht returns to his mother and gives her a proper burial rightfully next to her husband.		Sekmeht returns to his mother and gives her a proper burial rightfully next to her husband.
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	He places the final rock on the mound, he knows know what he must do, he knows now that a beast lies within....		He places the final rock on the mound, he knows know what he must do, he knows now that a beast lies within.... Rage Revenge!

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	Sekmeht returns to his mother and gives her a proper burial rightfully next to her husband.		Sekmeht returns to his mother and gives her a proper burial rightfully next to her husband.
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	He places the final rock on the mound, he knows know what he must do, he knows now that a beast lies within.... ~~RAGE! REVENGE!~~		He places the final rock on the mound, he knows know what he must do, he knows now that a beast lies within....

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	At pole range he roars "Rage is so much more enjoyable, it invigorates the soul and body. Guide your hatred and anger with your inner-fire and you can destroy all things!", Sekmeht launches into the air drawing his sword he turns slicing deeply across the creatures chest.		At pole range he roars "Rage is so much more enjoyable, it invigorates the soul and body. Guide your hatred and anger with your inner-fire and you can destroy all things!", Sekmeht launches into the air drawing his sword he turns slicing deeply across the creatures chest.
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	The creature drops to his knee's gasping in shock and horror as it's sternum is split. Sekmeht lands back turned towards the creature, he gazes down quickly at the inscription on his sword covered in a thin red coat. Cackling, he turns and walks over to his Mother's ~~murder~~ staring at him with ~~huge~~ bloodshot eyes.		The creature drops to his knee's gasping in shock and horror as it's sternum is split. Sekmeht lands back turned towards the creature, he gazes down quickly at the inscription on his sword covered in a thin red coat. Cackling, he turns and walks over to his Mother's murderer staring at him with darting bloodshot eyes.
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	Weeping softly it says "Forgive me.".		Weeping softly it says "Forgive me.".

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2019-12-04T21:29:42Z

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	“Sekmeht, I am sick, it’s up to you to become head of this family.” He says with quivering lips, “Go forth and fight for the good of our family name and for yourself.”		“Sekmeht, I am sick, it’s up to you to become head of this family.” He says with quivering lips, “Go forth and fight for the good of our family name and for yourself.”
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	Time passes, as so does his father. ~~After a ceremony his father is finally laid to rest at his family cemetery.~~		Time passes, as so does his father.
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	Sekmeht continues a close relationship with his loving mother for years to come often checking on her and helping around the house.		After a ceremony his father is finally laid to rest at his family cemetery, Sekmeht continues a close relationship with his loving mother for years to come often checking on her and helping around the house.
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	Since childhood, Sekmeht’s father had taught him how to channel and control his emotions and anger while focusing on the tasks at hand. Whether it be cleaning up his room, the yard, tasks, hunting for food or sticking up for himself; patience and focus was always an important lesson. His mother played a big role in his life by teaching him compassion for people and life in general while primarily being a housewife. It’s no wonder that over the years Sekmeht would inherit his father’s focus on hard work and respect and his mother’s empathetic view towards others and their belongings.		Since childhood, Sekmeht’s father had taught him how to channel and control his emotions and anger while focusing on the tasks at hand. Whether it be cleaning up his room, the yard, tasks, hunting for food or sticking up for himself; patience and focus was always an important lesson. His mother played a big role in his life by teaching him compassion for people and life in general while primarily being a housewife. It’s no wonder that over the years Sekmeht would inherit his father’s focus on hard work and respect and his mother’s empathetic view towards others and their belongings.
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	One day after regular sparring sessions with his father, Sekmeht lands a heavy blow that splits his father’s lip and sends him stepping backwards stumbling to the floor.		One day after regular sparring sessions with his father, Sekmeht lands a heavy blow that splits his father’s lip and sends him stepping backwards stumbling to the floor.
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	==Early Years==		==Early Years==
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	As a young Gor’Tog, Sekmeht grew up in a small village in the outskirts of Knife Clan, Zoluren. His father, a well-known retired veteran of the local militia and mother a well-respected emergency medic of the local town loved their son greatly. Sekmeht’s upbringing of combat lore, knowledge of anatomy and respect would turn out to be a major fundamental and influence of his overall personality.		As a young Gor’Tog, Sekmeht grew up in a small village in the outskirts of Knife Clan, Zoluren. His father, a well-known retired veteran of the local militia and mother a well-respected emergency medic of the local town loved their son greatly. Sekmeht’s upbringing of combat lore, knowledge of anatomy and respect would turn out to be a major fundamental and influence of his overall personality.
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	Sekmeht continues a close relationship with his loving mother for years to come often checking on her and helping around the house.		Sekmeht continues a close relationship with his loving mother for years to come often checking on her and helping around the house.
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	==The Rage Unveils itself==		==The Rage Unveils itself==
	One day while passing through close to where his mother lives during hunting trip he sees a fire and smoke billowing from the distance. Sekmeht quickly recognizes the location of the smoke he knows this can't be a good thing.		One day while passing through close to where his mother lives during hunting trip he sees a fire and smoke billowing from the distance. Sekmeht quickly recognizes the location of the smoke he knows this can't be a good thing.

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	==The Rage ~~Unveils~~ ~~itself~~==		==The Rage is Exposed==
	One day while passing through close to where his mother lives during hunting trip he sees a fire and smoke billowing from the distance. Sekmeht quickly recognizes the location of the smoke he knows this can't be a good thing.		One day while passing through close to where his mother lives during hunting trip he sees a fire and smoke billowing from the distance. Sekmeht quickly recognizes the location of the smoke he knows this can't be a good thing.
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	He begins to sprint towards the location with his Kertig bastard-sword drawn into a defensive position clenching the pommel tightly in one hand and draping his shield across his shoulder and arm with the other.		He begins to sprint towards the location with his Kertig bastard-sword drawn into a defensive position clenching the pommel tightly in one hand and draping his shield across his shoulder and arm with the other.
			<br>
	As he turns down his street, the street he grew up on, he sees what looks like his mother standing in the door way waving towards him.		As he turns down his street, the street he grew up on, he sees what looks like his mother standing in the door way waving towards him.
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	He begins to sprint towards her, sheathing his sword and putting his shield back across his shoulder.		He begins to sprint towards her, sheathing his sword and putting his shield back across his shoulder.
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	As he gets closer his sprint turns into dead stop as he gasps noticing his mother has been impaled on a spear... Her face is painted with pain... She is dead and her arm raised as if she attempted to avoid the attack.		As he gets closer his sprint turns into dead stop as he gasps noticing his mother has been impaled on a spear... Her face is painted with pain... She is dead and her arm raised as if she attempted to avoid the attack.
			<br>
	Sekmeht releases a thunderous roar... Something slips in the back of his head, images begin to roll, everything that his father had taught slowly unravels. The image of him as a child with the blood across his hand becomes vivid as his vision begins to fill red tainted with rage and anger... He paces slowly, his shock and horror become laughter, his brows flare and his nostrils flare as his eyes become bloodshot.		Sekmeht releases a thunderous roar... Something slips in the back of his head, images begin to roll, everything that his father had taught slowly unravels. The image of him as a child with the blood across his hand becomes vivid as his vision begins to fill red tainted with rage and anger... He paces slowly, his shock and horror become laughter, his brows flare and his nostrils flare as his eyes become bloodshot.
			<br>
	Grunting he snarls and leaps into the air, landing softly with his head snapping side to side cackling. He walks up to his mother with a grin, wipes a tear from her cheek, closes her eyes, then softly cleans her face with his palm freeing it from its bloody pain-tormented appearance.		Grunting he snarls and leaps into the air, landing softly with his head snapping side to side cackling. He walks up to his mother with a grin, wipes a tear from her cheek, closes her eyes, then softly cleans her face with his palm freeing it from its bloody pain-tormented appearance.
			<br>
	Slowly he pulls his hand back gazing at it sharply and begins to draw smears of the fresh blood across his face. The feel and smell of it invigorates him as his inner fire and rage burns brightly.		Slowly he pulls his hand back gazing at it sharply and begins to draw smears of the fresh blood across his face. The feel and smell of it invigorates him as his inner fire and rage burns brightly.
			<br>
	All of the sudden a creature crawls from out of the side window of his mothers house with items falling out of its backpack. Immediately noticing that this creature did not belong there, Sekmeht begins to engage.		All of the sudden a creature crawls from out of the side window of his mothers house with items falling out of its backpack. Immediately noticing that this creature did not belong there, Sekmeht begins to engage.
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	"Rage can corrupt the soul of a man and make him weak. Focus, Relax and you will be unstoppable my son..." boom within his mind, it seems like glass shattering...		"Rage can corrupt the soul of a man and make him weak. Focus, Relax and you will be unstoppable my son..." boom within his mind, it seems like glass shattering...
			<br>
	"Remember, son... Rage can corrupt the soul of a man and make him weak." also begins to echo within his head.		"Remember, son... Rage can corrupt the soul of a man and make him weak." also begins to echo within his head.
			<br>
	Time begins to slow as he licks his lips gazing at the pillager. The creature turns and in a startled moment fires a crossbow bolt which slices through the air lodging itself into Sekmeht's thigh.		Time begins to slow as he licks his lips gazing at the pillager. The creature turns and in a startled moment fires a crossbow bolt which slices through the air lodging itself into Sekmeht's thigh.
			<br>
	"Remember, son... Rage can corrupt the soul of a man and make him weak. Focus, Relax and you will be unstoppable"... Sekmeht utters softly.		"Remember, son... Rage can corrupt the soul of a man and make him weak. Focus, Relax and you will be unstoppable"... Sekmeht utters softly.
			<br>
	At pole range he roars "Rage is so much more enjoyable, it invigorates the soul and body. Guide your hatred and anger with your inner-fire and you can destroy all things!", Sekmeht launches into the air drawing his sword he turns slicing deeply across the creatures chest.		At pole range he roars "Rage is so much more enjoyable, it invigorates the soul and body. Guide your hatred and anger with your inner-fire and you can destroy all things!", Sekmeht launches into the air drawing his sword he turns slicing deeply across the creatures chest.
			<br>
	The creature drops to his knee's gasping in shock and horror as it's sternum is split. Sekmeht lands back turned towards the creature, he gazes down quickly at the inscription on his sword covered in a thin red coat. Cackling, he turns and walks over to his Mother's murder staring at him with huge bloodshot eyes.		The creature drops to his knee's gasping in shock and horror as it's sternum is split. Sekmeht lands back turned towards the creature, he gazes down quickly at the inscription on his sword covered in a thin red coat. Cackling, he turns and walks over to his Mother's murder staring at him with huge bloodshot eyes.
			<br>
	Weeping softly it says "Forgive me.".		Weeping softly it says "Forgive me.".
			<br>
	Sekmeht raises his sword high into the air, his eyes beaming down hatred he cleaves the top of the invaders skull killing it instantly.		Sekmeht raises his sword high into the air, his eyes beaming down hatred he cleaves the top of the invaders skull killing it instantly.
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	Now covered in blood, and his enemy vanquished, the rage begins to fade... it's over for now...		Now covered in blood, and his enemy vanquished, the rage begins to fade... it's over for now...
			<br>
	Sekmeht returns to his mother and gives her a proper burial rightfully next to her husband.		Sekmeht returns to his mother and gives her a proper burial rightfully next to her husband.
			<br>
	He places the final rock on the mound, he knows know what he must do, he knows now that a beast lies within.... RAGE! REVENGE!		He places the final rock on the mound, he knows know what he must do, he knows now that a beast lies within.... RAGE! REVENGE!