Mercenary Backstory - Crush the Inox Brute

"Crush" a most unusual Inox Brute

The hu-mans call us brutes. They consider us simpletons of limited intelligence. They began to call me "Crush" after my one and only attempt to teach them speak my true name. The sounds of my name being unpronounceable with the sound apparatus of a human throat.  It is mildly amazing that something so easy to crush cannot vocalize my name.     

I find it appropriate that the word hu (as in hu-man) in my language most closely translates as vile.  So here I find myself amongst the vile-men to further what is most important to me. I do find myself with a group that may prove to be less vile the norms of that race.  I think they can provide food, gear, and entertainment as I continue my researches. 

It is ironic to work as a "Brute" when in amongst my race, I am considered a failure because of my diminutive size.   I taught myself to read and think once I realized what I must do.  Of course once that was finally discovered, banishment was my only course.  Still there are benefits: Crushing vile throats has proved an unexpected pleasure. 

I have much to explore and research if I am to learn what must be learned.  I think maybe these Whiskey Bandits are useful to my needs.  Maybe Crush is useful to them too.  Maybe some fun with these Whiskey Bandits can be had.  The Whiskey does make them less vile.

I will stay with them as I get my feet down on this foreign land.

Mike Kent wrote this up - thanks Mike!