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Burdux
Loner. Stranger. A ‘collection of past lives.’ That’s how the residents of the land speak of this aging wanderer. Once a brutish Dark Hunter within the corrupted shell of Mata Nui. Once a fearful Glatorian fighter in the remaining outlaw pits of the Bara Magna Dunes. And now once again, a weary, roaming traveler. Strength has kept him alive this long, but danger and greed have taken almost all his old compatriots and friends. To most, he is certainly past his prime, and most certainly lacking in purpose. But perhaps destiny is not forced, it is found. Rumors from border towns tell tales of a lone warrior protecting innocents from desert raiders. It seems Burdux has taken to a new duty to defend the peoples of the waste.
Burdux
Loner. Stranger. A ‘collection of past lives.’ That’s how the residents of the land speak of this aging wanderer. Once a brutish Dark Hunter within the corrupted shell of Mata Nui. Once a fearful Glatorian fighter in the remaining outlaw pits of the Bara Magna Dunes. And now once again, a weary, roaming traveler. Strength has kept him alive this long, but danger and greed have taken almost all his old compatriots and friends. To most, he is certainly past his prime, and most certainly lacking in purpose. But perhaps destiny is not forced, it is found. Rumors from border towns tell tales of a lone warrior protecting innocents from desert raiders. It seems Burdux has taken to a new duty to defend the peoples of the waste.