Marc
An Imperian soldier, telling about the Erders.
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Yes, hello, I'm Marc! How are you? Hehehe, has this old man been telling you about the redskins? They are called Erders, at least that's the name they used constantly in the Battle of Morkha. I was one of the soldiers who managed to survive the slaughter.
The soldiers began running the story that the Erders are creatures forged in the mountains. In their blood flows absolute calm together with the darkest and dreadest hate ever known. They are bred to be great fighters, great soldiers, during their childhood they are trained harshly in the arts of war, the art of hunting and strategy. Once their training ends, they are stranded with nothing more than their hands to fend. Only those who manage to overcome this last part of the training and return with evidence of their survival are accepted as adults. The Erders learn to grow their hatred and anger, sometimes totally out of control, for use in their favor. Some soldiers who survived the Battle of Morkha tell that no sword, no metal, is capable of defeating an Erder, only magic, in its pure state, can make a dent in their tanned skin.
They say that when the Erders can not curb their anger, their hatred, their destruction, they become hideous creatures. They lose all their beauty, until the anger is so overwhelming that, when the combat is finished, they lose consciousness and return to normal.
Some soldiers, just before dying, told terrified that Erders are able to master any kind of warrior discipline. Their strength is brutal to the point that some have seen them carrying weapons so heavy that a human could barely lift them with both hands. They carried pairs of those weapons.
These creatures, offspring of the earth, appear to be born directly from the rocks, as their skin color and hardness prove.
You better don't approach to them.