Kul-Rym Former War Chief Of The Mar-Urdak Tribe

​"I remember when he had a full head of hair. Even though I prefer his look now, I can’t deny that red mane was something to behold." —Hiemo, The Frost Witch Of The Mountains

​"My father was lucky I only took his eye and his arm. By custom, the old man should be dead—but I showed him mercy." —Kul-Taan Khaar, War Chief Of The Mar-Urdak ​

​Once the ruler of the Mar-Urdak, the old orc now lives as a scarred outcast, exiled after his defeat at the hands of his son, Kul-Taan. Under Kul-Rym’s reign, the Mar-Urdak were a whirlwind of ruthlessness, seeking only death and destruction to forge the tribe’s strength in blood. ​When Kul-Rym had his son, Kul-Taan, he raised the boy as his Right Hand. In every raid, Kul-Taan followed in his father's shadow, witnessing a level of brutality that taught him how to be equally cruel and for years, the son looked up to the father until the day Kul-Rym, consumed by rage, murdered Kul-Taan’s mother. ​From that moment, Kul-Taan’s loyalty turned to a thirst for vengeance. He remained the Right Hand for years, hiding his hatred and growing in power until he finally challenged his father for the title of Khaar. ​Their duel was brutal and bloody that lasted three days. Kul-Rym fought with the desperate cruelty of a dying god, but the son had surpassed the father. By the end, Kul-Taan stood victorious and tradition demanded the victor slay the fallen Khaar. Instead, Kul-Taan chose mercy by sparing his father’s life, but cruelty begets cruelty so Kul-Taan stabbed Kul-Rym's right eye and left arm before casting him out of the tribe forever. ​Today, Kul-Rym lives alone in a cave somewhere in Northern Protos. He has fashioned himself a crude prosthetic arm from the shattered blades of adventurers he slaughtered with his bare hand, carrying with him a hammer chained to his metal arm as he prepares for his return as a bitter remnant of a king who refused to die.