What ever happened to Killeron, you ask? Wasn't he once Myrmidon?
Whatever became of that? Well, listen and I will tell you.
The orc warlord Mun challenged him for his position. Grimly he flew
the length and breadth of the land on the back of his trusted griffon,
training and preparing for this, his greatest challenge yet, for he
was sworn to fight to the death. Tyrants he overthrew and dragrons he
slayed, without even breaking a sweat. Ancient artifacts of power
pulsating with vileness he destroyed, without batting an eyelid.
Secret fighting techniques of the mysterious east he swiftly mastered
and then improved upon. And promptly flew his griffon into a flock of
seagulls, got knocked off, fell to the ground, cracked his head on a
rock, and spent the next couple of years as a pig farmer before a
passing healer restored his memory.
The dice do not always fall how you wish them do they?