"My story began like all great stories do, in the days of youth. I wish I could say that I had a happy and carefree child-hood but that would be an egregious lie. I was born into slavery to two parents who could barely keep their bones and skin together, much less mine. We were owned by a rich, cruel sandstone merchant who made his means through selling sandstone slabs from his quarries to local Lords in exchange for gold, protection, and slaves. He was quite good at it, judging by the hundreds of slaves that were in the compound with my parents and I. As I said before, he was quite a cruel man. But even he could be considered kindly in light of his overseers. My parents died trying to protect me from the whip, and taking it upon themselves instead. I grew up in the compound without any companions or friends. My days were long and hard, carrying water and bunking into the quarry where hundreds of other older slaves worked. The merchant knew I was too young to be manning a pick, so he gave me more manageable jobs. Even my pain and suffering was nothing compared to those poor men. I dreaded the days when I would join them."
"As I grew older, I realized that I had no choice but to accept the life of a slave. Part of me hoped that my Loreos master would set me free on a whim, but I knew it would never be. When I was 13, I was tossed in the quarries and given a pick. If I thought my life was hard before that point, I was wrong. This new life was Megablocks. All day long, under the blistering sun, lifting slabs weighing more than a ton, with whips slashing across your back every 10 minutes, little water or food, no shelter, and no friends. This was my life.
But, the Fates decreed that it would not last forever. One day when I was 17, a careless guard left his sword unbuckled in his sheath. Before I even knew what I was doing, I grabbed the sword and ran him through with it. The other slaves, stunned at my apparent foolishness, wasted no time in seizing up their picks and joining me in my would-be rebellion. I grabbed my pick and my newly acquired sword and led the way. I don't remember much about that day, but the other slaves, to this day, say that I was a wild bear in midst of a herd of sheep. My great strength, which had been honed and carved under these whips, now drove back our oppressive overseers. All I know is that about three-hundred of us slaves escaped that day, killing more Loreos guards than most people have seen in their life. Freedom at last."
"Once we were free of the Loreesi quarries, the other slaves and I set off south where we heard there was a large concentration of outlaws and escaped slaves... like us. Along the way we managed to procure old clothes from some generous Lenfald merchants who empathized with our plight. As we traveled through the southern areas of Loreos, we began to see notices and posters of our escape. We encountered a Loreesi patrol but their size was inferior to our strength and numbers. I myself dispatched half of them, not through any apparent skill, but simply through sheer determination and will of freedom. The other slaves, noticing my desire and leadership, gave me the nickname "Blake the Barbarian", and appointed me as a temporary leader of our meager company.
"About 20 miles out from the border of Loreos, we encountered a huge bear and her cub. I was out scouting for food, and I heard this mighty roar coming from the undergrowth directly ahead. This great beast came charging out and was on me before I could draw my sword. I had no other choice but to hang on and wrestle her to the ground where I... dispatched her with my bare hands.This act earned me the revision of my title "Blake the Barbaerian". The plaintive whimpers of the cub reached my ears as I helped to carry the large bear back to the camp. Without understanding why, I took the cub into my care... perhaps as penance to the mother. I continued to nurture and raise this young cub, hoping to one day set it free.
"And thus, we finally reached the southern swamps where the Outlaw bands were plentiful. Some were aggressive, but others recognized our manly strength that was fashioned through hard work, and welcomed us into their encampments. And thus did Blake the Barbaerian and his followers enter the swamps of the Outlaws.
'All for One, One for All, Every Man for Himself!'"
--Blake the Barbaerian
you know, if this had more detail, and was longer, it would make a pretty good book.
great story and the MOCs are excellent 
