Elkon has never been the best… at anything. Sure he’s good enough and is never left behind, but he’s never, ever the best. He despises this fact with a passion. When all his fellow Tortles spread out, he started training as a ranger as he knew none of his fellows would, assuring he would be the BEST ranger. Sadly for him, that ended up not being the case. Plenty of others had much greater talent for his chosen profession then he does, even if they aren’t tortles.
Slowly but surely Elkon’s dislike for these “naked apes” grew as he lagged behind them, always good but never the best, still never, ever the best. Then he ran into clan Slitz, and he felt at home. There was a little understanding here and even some companionship. The clan accepted him, even if he wasn’t the best, he was good enough for them, and many disliked the ones who are apparently “the best” in their own eyes as well, the city dwellers in their tall buildings.
Here he was also introduced to the great one, the one he could follow in his attempts to now topple those who claim to be “the best” and who will guide him, to one day be better than all of them, his great new god Ulash. And he will help them deal with the others, the ones who should be taken down, all those none-Gruul. As he now and probably always has been, Gruul.
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