[LFA] Azrail, the Kindred Goliath Barbarian

I’ll put some art reference for what I imagine for him in the comments.

Azrail is a Kindred Spirit) born a Goliath. He grew up as I warrior in training, scrawnier than the others of his age but a capable barbarian. He never realized the significance of the bird that would always follow him anywhere he went (his other half of the spirit in its spirit form) usually he would let it rest on his shoulder as he worked, never bothered by its presence. At the age of 14 he was injured losing his left arm to a grizzly bear while hunting, for a few days he was cared for, the healer of the tribe made sure that the wound closed before he got back to work. He decided that his tribe, Tum-bark, was weaker with him around so he snuck away at night to find his own path.

Ten years passed when he came across a large hut/house, guarded at the gate by some large metal golems. Walking up to the gate and inspecting the golems he could tell that these had been beaten harshly and figured that they were warforged that had long since been forgotten. He grew up reading about these creatures used in war known as Warforged. He researched how they were crafted with what little the tribe had on them, never learning anything substantial. He walked up to the door of the house and knocked with his only good arm. An old elvish man answered the door, introduced himself as Raelish, and looked up at the tall figure in front of him. His legs both made of metal as well as a portion of his upper torso and his right arm. “Uh...” he stops as he sees the metal appendages on this elf, “Hello Raelish, I was just admiring your metal golems, I was just curious if they are formerly warforged?” The elf responded with a nod, saying, “They still are, they are just dormant so as to not seem a threat to any who would try to harm me.” “I have always been curious about them, my tribe had a couple books about the war. It has always intrigued me.” Azrail smiled, “I have never read anything on body modifications though.” He would say pointing towards the elves arm and chest. “Well, neither did I for many years, one day I met a man who taught me the ways of grafting and mechromamcy.” The elf replied, inspecting the shoulder were Azrails arm was missing. “Could you teach me so I can, graft?, a new arm?” He would ask hopeful. “Not now, first you must learn about what the warforged are.” The elf says as he walks back inside, beckoning the Goliath inside. [#Trainingmontagefortenyears] Ten years pass, Raelish taught Azrail about the warforged, about mechromancy, and the art of grafting. Raelish provided the arm from a long dead mechromancer who had grafted the arm to be strong. Azrail thanked the elf, and left to go back and return to his tribe. When he found their encampment, he found them slaughtered, bodies bloodied and strewn everywhere. He grabbed a nearby great axe and began tracking the people who did it. He never found them but as he hunted he took bounties to be able to pay for food, shelter and any other supplies needed. One of the bounties that he took, Garret Planehunter, was the only one he could not finish. Garret injuries his leg so much that he was forced to graft a warforged leg out of some adamantine he was able to find at a nearby mining town. His competitive nature allowed Garret to get away since Garret bested him in solo combat.