Annihilators

9000 starving civilians where slaughtered by their own kings. Their blood was used in forbidden rituals to create 900 of these mutants. With bones made of metal, the blood of 100 wretches each, minds shattered by a life of cruelty and crowded by the haunting of 100 distressed voices. Annihilators, standing 2 to 3 times taller then normal humans and employing many times their strength, became the reason mankind could return to the mainland in the hope of reclaiming the lost kingdoms from the Fiends, during the great reclamation.

Annihilators are enormous, mutated humans with odd proportions capable of little other then unmitigated destruction. Their injuries heal in minutes and their bones are almost unbreakable. For whatever reason, they all seem mentally disturbed, and most suffer from mild to severe retardation. Their minds are malformed from an inhuman lifestyle of being trained like animals, and some are even killed early on because their mental instability makes them unwilling or incapable of following orders. They possess poor understanding of language, are violent in nature and have difficulty comprehending anything that their military training fails to directly relate to. They have no names, but instead answer to the number they where given at birth.

In one sad case, one named 669 was ordered to guard a small city just outside Forthelore Capital. Rumor has it, he tore an innocent woman apart limb from limb, and was found seemingly 'playing' with her dismembered limbs and intrails. 669 was quickly put to death, and written apologies from the Linked Kings where issued to the woman's husband and family.

The Annihilators are superior to any normal soldier the Linked Kingdoms ever produced. They are the only truly effective weapon the Linked kingdoms can employ to combat the Fiends. In terms of shear destructive ability, they are simply on a completely different level. A a blockade that would be able to stop an entire group of soldiers could simply be kicked asunder by an Annihilator. Yet, their minds resemble those of children, and the only place they are not to be considered as daft beasts, is in a combat scenario, in which case their military training snaps into action and they instantly know which course of action to take.

In order to fight monsters, we became monsters. If any creature inside the world could be called a heroic monster, surely only the Annihilators could stake claim to such a contradictory title. The blood that courses through their veins is a concoction of humanities accumulated hate, woe and pain.

"When the reclamation was over, some of the more intelligent Annihilators turned against their masters and became the Deserters. The majority returned, and where commanded to forever guard the walls of the kingdoms."