jtsquish
Newbie
I am Kjeld son of Bjarn of the Jardhilgr-Roedha clan. I have been hearing you in my dreams as I wander aimlessly through these mists. It has been more than a month since a blizzard disrupted my travels back home and the snow turned to a mist that did not end... at least I believe it to be that long. Time is a hard thing to keep track of here. I have been pulled through the mists before, to help where the mists feel I am needed, but never have they pulled me away at such a crucial time. I believe the mists intend for me to visit your lands now. The enemies you face will pay heavily for forcing the mists to keep me from aiding my people. They will face my blade's edge and my rage with trembling fear as the call of battle is upon them. The howls from my wolf will haunt them in the night and they will regret ever crossing your people. These minotaur slavers and their minions will think twice upon their actions when I am done.