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Long ago in a forgotten land, there was a Dwarf Paladin, who aspired to
become godlike. Were he pious enough he would realized his foolishness,
but he was stubborn, and blind to the ways of divinity.

His journey began in the town of Silvermere where he was befriended by a
Dark-elven Bard, and a Dwarf Paladin like himself, who believed he had
the power of a god already, but that is another story.

Joined into the House of Lords did our hero do, and on many adventures 
did he go. On a particular adventure the House determined to ransack the 
dark cave of the goblins, drawing straws it was determined that our hero 
would be the pack mule, and so he has forced to bear the weight of hordes 
of copper and silver thereafter. So great was the weight upon his 
shoulders be likened himself to a mighty bull, carrying anything upon his 
broad shoulders. However the strain was so much that it weighed upon his 
brain as well.

On one such excursion he was struck with delirium, and soon began to Moo 
to all he saw, and went into a berserking rage, slaying all the goblins 
they encountered, who were in fits of confusion by this Mooing madman.

So enraged was he that a nearby torch set fire to him, and he did not
notice it, so insane had he become. Through some form of luck he and his
companions made it out alive, carrying out easily two thousand gold a 
piece from their raid.

As they shared drinks at the Homely Hearth his friends determined from 
that point onward he would be known as the Flaming Cow God of DOOM. For 
he carried a bull's share, had lived through flame, and brought doom 
upon all he saw.

This pleased him for he believed this proved he was destined for divinity,
he would find out how mortal he was, but that is another story....

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