Son of Boar Child's Atlan Adventures!
Son of Boar Child had been clinging to his pathetic frost cestus and acid nekode for too long. He longed for the time when he would be able to carry with him a potent weapon. After many hours of slaying the lumbering golems that dotted the landscape of Dereth Son had enough of the slivers of pyreal to create two Atlan weapons.With a joyous heart he carried his lumps of pyreal to the mystical being known only as Dranven. Sitting next to Dranven was a hunched geezer, aged beyond belief. Lacking teeth, and a tongue, the geezer grunted for Son's pyreal lumps, and began to fashion two super-cali-fantastilistic ingots which Son scooped up with his mangy paws.
With some mystic words the geezer opened a portal, and Son of Boar Child stepped through. There he found himself in the confines of the Crater. Birds whistled over head and droplets of rain mixed with the brackish water of the inner pond. Carrying his stamped ingots to the hellish monstrosity of a golem Son was rewarded with two peerless claws. Drool slowly pooled on the floor of the tower until Silencia sent him running with a boot to the head.
Through the dark, clausterphobic confines of the Olthoi horde nest to the hair raising static of the Ampherion vault traveled Son. Soon he was ready to reap destruction on those who would deny him Rice.
Boar's World, 2001–2014. Preserved by AC Darktide History.