Jurokk, until recently, was a bit of a miscreant who refused to walk the Orderly path. He was content to work the fields and take his lashings, so long as there was food on his table at the end of the day. That was, until one day, while working the same old fields, he thrust his trusty pitchfork into ground like every other day. This time, he struck a large boulder under the earth. He began attempting to leverage the boulder out of the soil, putting the full weight of his body down upon the handle, but no matter how hard he tried, the rock would not budge. At that point, something snapped in him, and in his frustration, he rammed his tool with as much strength as he could muster down towards his foe. To his surprise, the stone split into three, but a large chunk remained impaled by his favourite pitchfork. With ease, he managed to clear the debris of the boulder from the ground, but the chunk on his tool remained stuck fast. Something changed in him that day, he was no longer content being the dirt, shoved around by others as they pleased. Instead, he would attempt to become like the stone that got in his way, strong, powerful, disciplined. Maybe one day, aspiring to become the iron that pierced the stone, cutting it into mailable pieces.