“When I was jut a wee ‘tog, no higher than a halfling, was my job to chop wood for entire clan.  Which meant from dawn to dusk, good ole’ Berrein got to chop half a mountain of wood every day.   Every day except Togball Day.”  Berrien smile fondly and gets a gleam in his eye as he remembers the days long past.  “Now, the d’Arkoth clan plays Togball the way other families go to the Temple and pray.   Its like a religion with us.  Everyone plays Togball until the day they are too old to take the beatings on the field anymore.  Then they become coaches.”  Berrien grins nastily.  “ The coaches pass on all the tips, tricks, and general nastiness they develop over years of the best Togball games in Elanthia.”

 “Now, all the wood chopping builds up some muscles on a ‘tog, and I truly love Togball, which made me the best young togballer in the clan.   Some said I had the potential of being the best ever.  It was after a particularly glorious victory I had an idea, I was gonna go to the big city and let the world see REAL togball matches.”

 “So I goes to the elders of the clan, and tell them I am off to the city, to allow them city folk to see how Togball should be played.  They eventually gave me their blessing to go, although I’m sure they were gonna miss all those huge piles of wood being chopped every day. “

Berrien guzzles down the rest of his bloodgrog, wiping his mouth with his sleeve.  “Even Grandpa’Tog woke up during the commotion.”   He says to me “Boy, you really fly down that field, you keep working hard and you will show everyone a real flying tog.”   “I been working on that flying bit ever since then, and I think I’m getting close”   Berrien flaps his arms wildly, but fails to get off the ground.  “Hmmm, not quite yet I guess” 

 “Well, to make a long story shorter, I got to Crossings, and much to my surprise, there are no Togball leagues.  No togball at all.  I was dismayed, I thought to make my living playing Togball here in the city.  Rats, now I gotta find a job.  I had heard about this bunch of folks that learned all kinds of weapons and combat stuff, and I think to myself, well, maybe I can make some kronars, and keep the old skills from getting too rusty until I can get a Togball league going.”

 “So I make my way over to Champion’s Square, and talk to this old guy name of Agonar, and he sees how big and strong I am, and he lets me join up in his guild, which he told me is called Barbarians.  So now, until I can get that Togball thing going, you can find me fighting just about anything in the lands.  I’m still trying to figure out how to capture a Rock Guardian long enough to make it a Togball, I figure carrying around live guardian will make Togball even that much more fun.”

 “Well, that about it, I gotta run and go kill something, or find more to drink, whichever comes first.  Oh, and if you ever figure out that flying trick, let me know eh?  I would love to surprise Grandpa’Tog by flying over to his house someday.”