Grund is a Splinterlands character. <a target="_blank" rel="ugc" href="https://splinterlands.com/">Splinterlands</a> is an NFT Trading Card Game based in the world of Praetoria.Lore:Grund has spent his entire life in the lowlands of Praetoria and has grown to love the land and its people. First introduced to the lore of battle as a hatchling, he has studied it ever since with enthusiasm. When he became a juvenile his hands found steel, an old rusting sword abandoned and forgotten in the swamp by some intrepid explorer. Before long it became an extension of himself as he applied all he had learnt, quickly mastering blade work. From then on, he became obsessed with the art of armed combat and he practised with any weapons he could get his hands on. When he first met Bera Dallin in New Everitt he couldn't help but marvel at her martial prowess. After having spent some time with her he became proficient in the use of the warhammer. His great strength meant that he could hold one in a single hand and so it wasn't long before he acquired another and began to dual wield them in combat. Grund is well loved amongst the people of Praetoria and he is a staunch defender of them, his strong ideals of honour and justice infused within in from a young age. When he heard of the Chaos Legion invasion, Grund took up his hammers in anger and sought them out immediately.Shadows came from everywhere, spilling over the small wall that used to keep the wild animals at bay and clambering over the outbuildings that held the settler's stock of animals. The smallholding hadn't been built for long but the people had hoped that because of its vicinity to Mount Praetorous, the area would soon grow and become busy with trade, especially considering the earth was so fertile here. But now a strange light had appeared in the distant sky and hordes of monsters had descended upon the land. Gasps of fear and sobbing sounded behind him as the pack of dark creatures encircled them. The snarling, howling and spitting, causing the children to scream, their cries only increasing the fervour of the fell beasts that stalked them. Grund widened his stance and gripped the warhammers, feeling the leather creak beneath his strong grasp. This is what he had sort ever since the portal had opened, an opportunity to save the people, a chance to smash the enemy into annihilation. As the first wave came at him, he spun to meet them, his hammers crushing flesh and bone, sending broken bodies flying through the air. More and more pressed in upon him but he only laughed, his attack becoming a dance of death, the righteous energy inside of him spilling forth and feeding his strength. When he was done the enemy lay everywhere, the dead broken, the dying wailing with their last breaths. He looked to the others that crouched beyond the wall and beckoned them forward, uncertainty now in their eyes. “Is this all you've got?” he called. “Please tell me this is not your best and you have more to offer.”

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