The Story of Efink

Being the first born of an ogre male and human female, My parents often argued over what my name should be. My mother wanted to name me Cristof, in honor of one of distant relatives, while my father wanted to use the tribal custom of nameing me only after I had proven my worth in the "Cerimony of Honor". While this debate raged on, my mother discovered she was with child again, so a compromise was reached. My name would be granted me during the nexts months "Cerimony of Honor" whilst the child my mother twas carrying, would be given a proper "human" name. (This child twas my first brudder Trafalgar)

The night of the Cerimony twas on the first day of the harvest in the year 122 ( I was but a whelp of the age of two) and after the great feast and story telling by the tribes Elders, I was brought forth before the village shaman. He placed me in the middle of a circle of stones, and while praying to long forgoten gods in the old ogre tounge, reached into his dragon skin pouch, brought out old bones, and threw them to the ground infront of me. Not knowing any better, I picked up the nearest bone to me, and snaped it in two. The shaman, very upset over my actions, ran forth to punish me for destroying one of his "Magical Totems" but before he reach me, from out of nowhere, a stag knife appeard out of thin air, and landed at my feet.
Falling to his knees (as well as the rest of the villagers) the shaman proclaimed it to be a sign from the old gods, and thus dubbed me Efink'drate, which in the anchient Ogre tounge ment "Knife of the Gods"
Hence, from that day forth, I have been called Efink.

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