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Something made me think of SK today and I came back to find I've clearly been gone awhile as Gungja has been deleted. Gungja's roots actually lie in Ookutay, an earlier griffon fistie warlock. It was interesting, but it definitely wasn't as fun as I had hoped, so I decided to try the giant warlock with Gungja. Gungja was an absolute blast to play, though giant warlock is beastly to play, and going fistie is really the only viable build unless you shelve the character until the age tick, something Gungja never made it to. Sad to say that he was really the first character that I feel okay about saying I made a kill with (making Irition eat lots of magma). Thanks to all his friends and enemies for all the fun.
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Gungja was born to a wretched family of giants deep within the Northern Wastes, though the term family would seem hardly appropriate to such a hateful and violent group of fighters. His family was little more than a loose association of mercenaries, murderers and raiders. As the youngest of his siblings and half-siblings, Gungja was invariably on the loosing end of most fights. On one particular warparty in his youth that travelled south of the Icewall Mountains, Gungja got a brief glimpse of what life could be like, and that it need not be the brutality and horrors of life in the North. Back within the snowy wastes he asked his father if they could travel south again. Sensing that Gungja wished to leave his family, his father speared Gungja through the heart in a fit of rage. Not content with his work, he then demanded that the tribe's shaman raise his son from the dead, so that he could brutally beat him. With Gungja laying unconscious on the dirt floor, his father hauled him to the Grotto of the damned and sold his son for a few pieces of silver.
Life for Gungja only got worse over the next years trapped within the fetid prison. Despite his size, he had trouble in combat as his mind would wander towards the fleeting memories of greener pastures. Eventually his mind stumbled upon a memory of a god called... Zavijah, or at least he thought the was about it. He remembered something about wisdom and freedom, and thought that that was perhaps his hope to being free of the monstrous prison. Whenever he was in combat, he prayed to Zavijah for the wisdom and knowledge to free himself. The one friend he made while in the Grotto was a winged dwarf who took pity on Gungja and tried, often aimlessly, to teach young, dimwitted Gungja about wielding the elements. As dumb as he was, he fervently prayed to Zavijah, and in time his lessons seemed to pay off. He eventually was allowed a provisional release from the Grotto, and quickly fled the North.
On his travels through the south he came to fall in love with the peaceful and serene nature of Zhenshi, as to him it almost seemed like the exact opposite of his home. He slowly but surely progressed in elementalism, deciding to stick with that which had freed him. As much as he was learning, he still had a good deal of trouble in actual combat. Talking with one of his mentors, Wudan, he asked about the physical combat that the sorceror seemed so well versed at. After learning about the Fists of the White Swan, he decided that he had indeed found his home among the monks and decided to join their ranks. He studied hard, and quickly found his niche as in hand to hand combat.
Joining the monastery met that he eventually found himself in battle with the darkness that he thought he had left behind. After some early success in battle, he joined a party headed down into the bowels of the Crucible to retrieve two stolen relics. Though it seemed that at first they would be successful, they were eventually bested and Gungja was slain. Though he returned to the living, he now questioned just the purpose of what he was doing. Even though he had left behind the North and all its violence and darkness, it still had found a way back into his life. He eventually concluded that his freedom and enlightenment was best to be sought on his own, wandering the mountains and wilds of Zhenshi the rest of his days as a reclusive hermit.
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