Grego Lega was born in the frozen chasms of Mount Qorgath on Dowut, a brutal place even by Dowutin standards. He was taught to wield strength like a tool, not just a weapon. As a youth, he became known for his unwavering endurance, even among his people—larger than most, and smarter than he let on.

Grego’s early life was defined by survival. But he yearned for more than just life in the tundra. He wanted war. Glory. Purpose.

That purpose came in the form of a trap.

The Abduction and the Arena
At the age of 25, Grego was lured off-world under the guise of joining a mercenary company. Instead, he was drugged, chained, and sold into the brutal gladiatorial circuits of Tarradax, a lawless Outer Rim planet known for its illegal death games.

His prized possession—a handcrafted Dowutin-forged vibro-ax passed down from his grandfather—was taken from him, along with his ceremonial iron-plated war armor.

In the pits of Tarradax’s Blood Arena, Grego was treated like an animal. For years he fought for the entertainment of crime lords and slavers. He wore scavenged scraps for armor and was given crude weapons, yet he survived match after match through sheer brutality and resilience.

They called him “The Broken Mountain”, mocking the giant stripped of his birthright. But inside, Grego was unbroken. Every swing of a rusted blade, every wound, every roar from the crowd—he turned them into fire in his blood.

The Escape
During a high-profile arena event, a prison riot erupted—stoked by another enslaved fighter. Grego seized his chance. With only his fists and a stolen blade, he carved a path through the chaos, breaking chains and leaving burning corpses in his wake.

He escaped into the wastes of Tarradax, alone, wounded, and without his gear. But free.

His axe was gone—now in the hands of a black-market collector. His armor? Likely stripped and repurposed. But Grego wasn’t finished.

The Soldier Reforged
Grego disappeared for a time, working menial labor and bounty jobs while regaining his strength. Eventually, he joined a mercenary battalion as a heavy infantryman, wielding an oversized vibro-mace until he could afford to forge a new weapon.

Now, he roams the galaxy under the name Grego Lega, hiding the pain behind his quiet demeanor. He's become a one-man wrecking crew, feared in urban sieges and close-quarters warfare. He wears mismatched armor taken from fallen foes, waiting for the day he finds his true gear—and the slaver who stole it.

Find his kidnappers and Regaining his Armour