Ocogoiks

Many gods claimed my father evil, and he was a force for change. Binding good and evil into such shallow stratification bears little understanding of the concept. You understand good with amendable clarity, but as a being in opposition to evil you are biased against those you have been lead to believe work for ill. Perhaps the Wyrm is all that shields us from things far worse. He is like a shield, he is cold and hard and uncomfortable, but his presence is a welcome feeling in the presence of a hall of blades.