Ross Dai Grandis

Also known as 'The King Of Tungsten','Grandis Dai' and 'Zhi Borr Rosu', Ross Dai Grandis is the leader of the Ross during the 5th dynasty

Background
The King of the tungsten is, as a matter of fact, not a Ross, He is a Rosu, the acendant race of the Ross. He was Born on the Kytoni islands as Zhi Borr Rosu. His human Mother, Zhi Lin Rosu and his father Zhi Tung Rosu were lovers. This is strictly forbidden in Rosu Culture. Women were used as slaves for child bearing, nothing more. They also worshiped Ewoma, another strictly forbidden practice. When they were found out, they were stood in front of Urick Dan Rosu, current king of the Rosu. He sentenced them both to be executed on the spot. Tung Zhi Drew his axe and called for his lover to run with their child. The guards went to block the exit, So Tung Zhi gave them an ample distraction; he hurned to the king and hurled his blade throught the air. It plunged into the king's chest and immediately he was surrounded by the king's guardians. Behind the great wall of foes, he saw his wife and child escape the room. For the split second before his skull was split in half, he felt proud; he had done his duty as a father and husband. An honourable afterlife awaits...

Lin Zhi managed to make it outside the caves and came to the edge of Kytoni island near a small fishing dock. Looking to her left and right, she too was surrounded by oncoming guards in the distance. She ran to a small empty boat and put the baby into it. Before releasing Her son, she quickly prayed for Ewoma to offer him safe passage to wherever he may go. She pushed the boat away just as Borr Zhi awoke. He opened his eyes to witness his mother being mercilessly cleaved by the blades of Red matter that mightily crashed down upon her reclined body. Zhi Borr Rosu was now left to the currents...

With the help of Ewoma the child made it all the way across the world to Chillad, the home of the estranged acendants of the Rosu, the Ross. The baby Rosu was found by a husband and wife who were sat together along the bank. The woman, Ross Dai Nako and man, Ross Dai Farrow eager for a child, decided to adopt the helpless baby, they took him to a chapel where he was baptised as Ross Dai Grandis.

Life as a Ross
As Grandis grew up he took great facination in the old stories of the Ross. Particularly the mighty king of timber. Now in the fourth dynasty, ruled by Ross Vorder Eldris, King Of Zinc. A king who valued logic beyond all else and resents all kings before him. Such stories were now history that could only be resurrected through books. With Rosu blood still running through his veins he desired nothing more than to resurrect the days of old. As a teenager he learnt how to smith and work metal. Fuelled by his ambitious desires, he began to create mighty armours and huge maces as a tribute to the hammers used during the reign of timber. To his suprise he found much demand for such things, Large numbers of people purchased his beautiful equipment. Noticing this, the King Of Zinc became agravated by the young smith and his atempts to turn everyone back to what he saw as cavemen. Soon he was ostrasized by the king and had to leave the great Kngdom Of Zinc.

Life as a Nomad
Ross Dai Grandis travelled the land of Chillad. Firstly, he explored the land of the Dwarves. The workings of their furnaces fascinated him greatly. Dwarven Furnaces seemed to burn a lot hotter than the typical Ross equivelent. After years of study, the secret was his and he returned to exploring Chillad. The  stories he read told of an ancient unshapable metal known as Wolfram. It was located to the east, on the other side of Dain territory. It was called Wolfram due to the fact it was guarded by the giant wolf of Chillad, Crimson fang. The determined blacksmith travelled the perillous journey unseen by the Dain. However once he entered the location of the great metal, he immediately sensed he was being watched. He turned to see a huge wolf with fangs coated in the dry blood of old Ross heroes. It was Crimson fang. After a fierce duel, the great beast was forced over a ledge to fall to his death by the mighty blacksmith. After constructing the dwarven forge, he could now begin crafting in this legendary metal. Because, he was the first to ever do so, he felt the urge to rename the metal as his own. A feeling in the back of his mind, as if an old memory called out, 'Tung' he then thought of the charactaristics of the metal and decided to use the Roden (ancient Ross langauge) word for strength 'sten'. The name tungsten was decided for this new metal. He began creating his own suit of armour and his own mace. The head of which was made of dwarvestone, a crystal like material. It was a gift for his working of his masters forge in the Dwarven city.

The Return
It was a normal day in the Zinc kingdom. People went about their lives led by the King Of Zinc. Yesterday they were ruled by Him, today they were ruled by him and tomorrow they would continue to be ruled by him. That was a thought that none of them ever doubted, that was until they heard the pounding of their city gate. The great wooden doors flew aside, as a man in shining armour confidendly strode through the light and torwards the main palace. Few people recognized his face. It was Ross Dai Grandis. He headed up to the palace unheaded by the guards. The guards were shocked by his resemblance to the Ross heroes of old and allowed him to pass. He soon approached the king upon his zinc throne. In the name of the old Ross decision, Ross Dai grandis founder of a new, and yet so old way of life challenged the King Of Zinc to a duel. With the people peeping through the windows and doors of the palace, he had no choice but to accept. He stood in his white robes and zinc breastplate and drew his famous war fan, Draykonbane. Grandis drew his weapon, a huge mace of unquestionable beauty. As he did so he turned to the people: "I am Ross Dai Grandis and this, is your salvation, the way of the old!" The two duelists fought with deceptive skill, A brutish blacksmith fought with surprising finese, and the man who sat on his throne preaching logic all day happened to be an exellent fighter. He managed to cut Grandis' face leaving a trail of blood on the palace floor. But this victory was short lived as Grandis smashed his mace into the side of the king, turning his body into nothing more than a lifeless pile of curled up bones and flesh that hurtled through the air into a palace wall. Without taking time to acknowlege his victory he moved instinctively torwards the throne as if he was destined. He then turned and sat, his sight filled with crowds chanting cries of victory to their new king. His chest grew with pride as a single tear escaped his eye. He finally restored the way of the warrior to the Ross and Became the leader of his people.