Corgan Rockcleaver

James Wessner (Wrathe)

Greetings.

My name is Corgan Rockcleaver.

I am the analist for the Polecats, a Squat Guild combat arm.

The Polecats have a long and colorful past, repleat with heroes and villains, acts of great valor, ignoble cowardice, and unpredictable chance.

A history rich in Character.

I will be transcribing these tales into the Imperial language, though it pains me to see the stories in such coarse a script. You must read these tales in the original Squat to really experience the true glory of the exploits of the Polecats.

Where to begin…?

I guess the best place is when I first joined the Polecats.

I was young, just out of Academy (You Imperials call this school). I had shown a great aptitude for things mechanical. The Guilds all wanted to sign me to their rosters.

I signed with the Transport Guild. I would be responsible for the maintenance and servicing of the strongholds vehicles and transports. A job of great import to life in the ‘hold.

My first duty was to scrub the floors of the shops. Day after day, I washed and scrubbed and polished those greasy, oil caked shop floors. I was told that my job was very important. I thought it was dirty, slimy, smelly, and disgusting.

Then one of the older guild brothers took me aside.  "You spend too much time with your eyes to the floors." He said.  "You should be attentive to what goes on around you. Watch those working around you. Ask questions, be curious.  This is how you will learn our trade."

Learn I did!!! I studied everything. Engines to axles, wheels to weapons. I became quite proficient.

I gained experience. I gained honors. I gained respect.

I also gained the attention of Gymbrol Ironshoe. The leader of the Polecats, the combat arm of the Transport Guild.

The Polecats accompany the warrior brotherhoods on their "missions". They ride into combat on great roaring two and three wheeled vehicles. You would call them "bikes".

Guild Lord Gymbrol recruited me personally. This was a great honor. I must have really impressed him, though how I know not.

It was during my training that I was given my "nick-name", Rockcleaver.

I was riding my bike, heading for an ork shaped combat dummy. My weapon was a power-axe. I swung and missed.  My axe sliced through a nearby boulder.

The guild brothers came up with several names. But Rockcleaver fit best.


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