Storyboards: Moraf

Hearing about those slavers being held up somewhere in the Dwarven Forest gave my life meaning. I always had a simple life, coming from a small fishing village which was frequently being raided by those slavers, I finally felt that my life having true meaning.
My village was on the slavers route which ment every so often we would have raids. As with most families, these raids plus the continual hardships took its toll. But here was my chance to make those slavers pay for killing my family. Because of this, I felt the great anticipation of finally catching up with those slave traders. My time was now. My goal was clear. I could feel my pulse raging. I could almost taste it now. Soon the slavers will be no more. No more would they trouble my village. No more would my people have sleepless night crying over lost ones. They will pay. I could hear my God's soothing words.
'They MUST die. All of them MUST die to appease me'.
I WILL not cry anymore over my lost family members.
A lady going by the name Shinara told me where they were being held p. She had helped me so much I could not thank her enough. This was my time and I was not about to displease my God and my whole reason for life. They were the meaning of my existence and I will not let them go. They were the cause of so much sorrow and why I started travelling. Now that I knew where, I just needed to prepare myself.
I checked my food and water and I had enough to last the trip there and back. My God was smiling on me this night.

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