Coppinger the Cruel
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I am the infamous Coppinger, leader of the fearsome group known as the hawkhurst smugglers. My time in dal riata has been
quite interesting indeed after I was ship wrecked near the eastern dock, here I spent my days as a cunning thief snatching
and selling items that I "just happened to acquire". After picking off a few high ranking guards I began to get quite the
reputation among the locals, the cruel they would call me as I was known for killing those of whom failed to pay back
debt that I had so kindly loaned to them as well as many guards who would try to interrupt my business.
After some time of this I decided it was time to hire some muscle which was made up of thieves and fugitives whom
went by the name of hawkhurst smugglers, whose motto was "get in our way and die" abrupt but to the point.
After many battles with the law and losing many of my smugglers to the fights the remaining few of us were forced
into the sewers beneath lord farcrags castle where we would continue our smuggling in secret where the guards dare not
venture in fear of the dangers that lurk just out of sight.
A few years had past and we had began to grow again before I started hearing reports of well equipped fighters attacking
and stealing goods from a few of my lower ranked men before my generals would scare them away. Soon after they left I
would find that even more would come to kill and steal again, to meet this threat I told my smugglers to start poisoning
the water that the fighters would walk through and leave venomous snakes to greet them If they survived the poison.
Although my traps slowed them these mysterious fighters would recover at remarkable speeds to continue what they had
come for, I was getting desperate to stop them so I sent a few of my strongest to capture one of them and shed the
secrets they held.
What my strongest smugglers had found was unbelievable, they claimed that once these demons were killed that they would
resurrect from the dead almost instantly only slightly weaker than before, I couldn't believe this so I sent them to kill
one... my men were not mistaken.
Not long after I heard that it was not only the treasure of my followers that these vicious fighters were after but myself
as well, I was told that they where after powerful stones that I had stolen years ago in order to craft powerful
armor in order gain power that could match that of the Gods.
Some months had passed and I have grown my army 10 fold for the coming battle that would decide my fate and the fate
of my fellow smugglers, for soon the heroes as I have found they call themselves will be ready to attack and they will
learn that Coppinger the Cruel is not so easily beaten.