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Ang yearned for all things and it crippled his daily life. Only after deep personal confrontations could he truly grasp what it was he so earnestly sought. The lies of his family’s arboreal estates become as indiscrete as mercury. For them most of all, he shall drag the gamey heft of his royal incubators across all who opposed his most trivial wish.
A shattered leg from a filthy Halfling. His family of course sponsored the finest Apothecary, but his nights have become long and the regal bed a constricting trap.
Angs yearning soon included coherent thought. His skull was essentially crushed by a chaos dwarf and ever since he's most comfortable with sputtering gestures.