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Played by: Dale Kraemer
Name: Moarte DarkSky
Gender: Male
Age: 19 years
Race: Ulven
Hair: brown
Eyes:: blue
Occupation: Hunter
Known Skills: archery, throwing
Birthplace: outskirts of Clan Grimward territory
Appearance: Tall, Skinny, brown hair, and blue eyes
Notable Traits: scar across one of my eyes

Bio: I was a part of a pack Graytide in Clan Grimward; they believed that all Humans and Syndar should leave Mardrun, whether it means killing them or just driving them back to the sea. I didn’t like the genocidal methods they were using so I spoke up and was banished. So, now I find myself on the side of the humans and syndar, but I still don’t like them.

The reason I chose speak up against the pack was because one day we went to look for supplies, found a caravan of humans and syndar. My pack slaughtered everyone, even non-combatants, and burned the wagons. I witnessed a pack member, Yeliw Graytide, take his sword and cut a human child’s head off. The child must have been only 10, and had already lost his parents. Even though this child picked up a sword, he didn’t look like a threat at all. After witnessing the child’s murder at the hands of a pack member I decided enough was enough.

That night around the pack’s campfire I stood up and spoke against the packs way of dealing with the outsider colonist. The others did not agree with my point of view they gave me my sword and the scar across my eye and told me to not return or they would take my life. I took my sword and, decided to make my way to the closest ulven colony I could find that wouldn’t use terrible methods to remove the Humans and Syndar. I decided that I would head northwest toward clan Ironmound who had not taken a side in the war in the hopes that they would welcome me into their clan.

Player: Mischelle Maas
Character: Fritha Stormjarl
Race: Ulven
Class: Cleric
Skills: Archery, Divine Magic, Witch Magic, Shield Proficiency
Notable Traits: Fritha has deep blue eyes and normally braids her hair. Having an affinity for water, she commonly wears light blue and sky blue colors.

Fritha’s childhood was that of many of the Ulven children in her village. She was born to two loving parents and grew up on a farm and when she was old enough to walk, her chores began. Anything from helping her mother with cooking and some of the house chores to helping her father move firewood or repair fences, Fritha grew up alongside her parents as a farmer. Fritha took a close fondness to some of the animals, including a favored goat and some chickens she named. She was always running out to feed them and make sure they were accounted for, sometimes numerous times a day.

As she grew older, Fritha’s mother began teaching her the ways of the Ulven and began her lessons in becoming a Daughter of Gaia. Her parents also blessed her with two younger brothers. The small village they lived in was near the coast on the western edge of Stormjarl territory. Coming from Pack Stormjarl, Fritha’s village was one of many villages that made up the enormous central pack of Clan Stormjarl. Each village reported to a representative to the Clanleader himself, and tradesmen and Daughters in training could travel to the massive settlement that was home to the Clanleader and his family. In exchange for an easier life and protection, Fritha’s immediate family would fulfill their duty by farming and teaching the local Ulven children about the ways of the Ulven and specifically would work with some of the young girls to begin them for their journey to become Daughters of Gaia. Fritha’s mother was very traditional in the scope of her duties to her family and her Pack and with her father coming from a line of wealthy landowners in Clan Stormjarl, she had a bit of a “proper” background if one could be expected from the Ulven. She firmly believed that the Daughters of Gaia held a revered post within Ulven society and were meant for better tasks than some of the day to day struggles and left most of the dirty work on the farm to her husband. It was no surprise then that she was a bit at odds with her mother when Fritha would roll up her sleeves, hike up her skirt, and jump in the muck and mud with her father to help with the farm and with the animals. She was not afraid of hard work or of getting dirty. Fritha’s mother was not either, but every attempt at persuading Fritha to return to more pressing duties such as the faith of the Daughters and of their sacred rituals was met with resistance. It also did not amuse her mother when Fritha would disappear for hours with her father and her brothers, going on mini adventures and learning how to fight with a sword. The family farm also had a lake nearby that fed into a river and Fritha would spend hours swimming and enjoying the cool and clear waters.

Fritha eventually learned to love gardening, tending to plants and herbs and trading the extra vegetables and crops to the other villagers. This is how she met Thrand, a local farm boy whose father was also a wealthy landowner. Thrand sometimes came to the village with his family to trade goods and visit the shops. Hungry, Thrand once picked a yellow flower and presented it to Fritha in exchange for a turnip and although the flower held little value, the amusement was enough to hand over the turnip to the hungry boy. They talked for a short and become friends and over time would play and visit each other periodically when Thrand made a visit to the village but they lived too far apart to become close friends. Fritha became a friend to a number of the other pups in the village, holding her own in scuffles between them and standing up for the younger ones. Several times some of the young Ulven would pick a fight with one of the smaller pups and Fritha would step in on their behalf. One time, a bully of an ulven child told Fritha he would knock her head so hard her fangs wouldn’t grow in if she got in his way. Fritha tried to ask the bully to stop and attempted to be diplomatic about it; quite a feat for someone that one but a byproduct of her initial training as a Daughter. The bully refused. When diplomacy failed, Fritha resorted to force. Instead of backing down, Fritha tackled him and beat him up and caused the bully to cry, ending his small reign of terror on the younger pups.

Fritha became well known throughout the village and continued her studies as a Daughter. Her progression would expand her powers of the divine and her affinity to tap into the other school of magic came to her quickly. Her mother was proud with her progress and continued to teach her. Even as she grew older, Fritha still kept rolling her sleeves up and helped her father on the farm and knew how to care for the animals. Fritha even became quite skilled with a sword when her father began to teach her in earnest how to fight, teaching her some of the basics of combat and how to hold and use one of the wooden shields he had made. They would spar and practice after their chores were finished and her father would call her his “little shield maiden” much to the dismay of her mother.

Then the messenger hawks came… strangers from a distant land had arrived on the coast in Clan Nightriver territory. The rumors said they looked like Ulven but they either had the eyes and fangs of Ulven pups but were full grown or pointed ears and colored skin. Fighting had broken out as these strangers, these outsiders, came into conflict with the Clan Nightriver Ulven in the area. They fought with skill in ranks of metal armor and used weapons never before seen by the Ulven. A call went out for help from the Clan; either to fight or to assist in the warriors who would repel these invaders. A number of people from the village volunteered and as part of her testing to become a Daughter, Fritha volunteered to go and use her magic to help. A handful of other helpers and her childhood friend Thrand all packed up their belongings and traveled east across the Yurnai River and into Nightriver territory. For months they helped gather supplies, heal the wounded, and assist where they could. The number of wounded and dead Ulven was staggering; the ability for these strangers to fight was unlike anything the Ulven had ever seen before. Fritha truly understood her role during this time as she was tending to the wounds of the fallen and to the spiritual needs of the Ulven around her. Several times Fritha would help a fallen warrior too mangled to save but not yet on his journey by sending him off to meet the Great Wolf with an honorable prayer and a merciful dagger between the ribs. In these gruesome days Fritha discovered two things. One, was that she now knew that her role as a Daughter may sometimes be unpleasant and that she was willing to do what was necessary for her people. And two, this is when she genuinely took an interest in Thrand. He had learned the healing arts and worked alongside her to help the wounded and they started to get to know one another.

After the truce was called and Clan Nightriver allowed the outsiders to stay, the volunteers returned home. Fritha returned to her duties and Thrand to his. They continued to meet and grow closer over the year, Thrand eventually asking if Fritha would someday become her mate. He would surprise her randomly with small yellow flowers, a thing that had become special between them. Thrand learned more about healing arts from her and Fritha expanded her skillset to that of archery and hunting under the guidance of Thrand.

One day, Fritha’s world was flipped upside down when Thrand came to see her. He had packed all his belongings into a pack and loaded some supplies onto a small hunter’s travois. Thrand was leaving; he had been selected as an honor pledge to serve Pack Longfang far to the Northeast and he had came to say goodbye. He was departing in the morning with a handful of other Clan Stormjarl honor pledges to serve, permanently, another pack. Fritha was heartbroken and tried to talk to her parents if there was anything she could do. Fritha had come of age and was becoming a strong young woman, her power growing as a Daughter of Gaia, and she had enjoyed the thought of becoming a mate to Thrand and then working on their own farm. Her mother and father both told her that her life was hers and her choices were hers and they would support her no matter what. Reassuring a decision she had technically already made, she hurriedly gathered her belongings. She spent the night talking to her parents, knowing that she would not see them for a long time. They were proud of their daughter; her mother gathered food and her father gave her a leather pack to help her along her journey. Her brothers also respected her decision, jealous that she was about to start a life of adventure and be with the legendary warriors of Pack Longfang. In the morning, Fritha embraced her parents one last time and then made one last stop at the animal barn. She said goodbye to the old goat she had befriended for years and some of the other animals and then ran into the village to find Thrand.

Although he meekly protested, Thrand was happy to see her and glad she was coming with. Fritha had told him that she had chosen to go with to study under the Witches at the Onsallas Village, but he knew that was only part of the reason. They traveled the long journey to Pack Longfang’s outpost across all of Mardrun. It was lonely and foreboding but the two of them did it together and solidified their bond and became mates.

Upon arriving to the village, Fritha immediately began working under the tutelage of Rill of the Water Eyes. She too had an affinity to water and used it in her rituals and meditation. The harsh change from a simple farming village to that of a warrior outpost on the fringe of known territory was quite a shock to Fritha, but she quickly learned the ways of the Pack and knew how to support the warriors. The looming threat of not earning her place amongst the Pack and being sent home or traded off kept her skills sharp and her mind at the tasks at hand. She developed her fighting skills over the years and solidified her grasp on both forms of magic. Maturing quickly in this rough environment, Fritha has worked closely with Thrand to make sure that the Outpost is well supplied and that the Warriors have what they need and her role keeps her very busy. Pack Longfang warriors can eat a lot of food and making sure they are fed hearty meals to stay strong is quite the task. Many of the warriors respect her as both a Daughter of Gaia and as the matriarch of the outpost, differing to her judgment and making she that she has what she needs to assist Thrand in his duties.

Although she is proud to wear her fanged flag and called herself a member of Pack Longfang, Fritha often finds herself missing her previous home and her blood family. Life is difficult in the swamp and Fritha can often be found just outside the outer fence of the outpost, tending to a garden… a glimmer of life and hope in the blackness of the swamp.

Player: Ryan Jopp
Character: Thrand Stormjarl
Race: Ulven
Class: Rogue
Skills: Archery, Healing, Two Handed Weapons. Former quartermaster of Pack Longfang.
Notable Traits: Thrand is fairly superstitious and studies the Runes. He often marks himself with blue face paint after praying to Gaia and paying respect to the Great Wolf before going out on a hunt or scouting.

Background: Thrand grew up on the western fringe of Clan Stormjarl in a small hamlet near the ocean. His father, a veteran warrior loyal to the local Chieftan, received a reward of land for many years of service. Thrand’s father, Borkgren Stormjarl, traded in his weapons and armor for farming implements and settled down. Life was good as Borkgren and his mate, Gunnhilder, managed their farm and raised a family. Although Borkgren lived simply, he had amassed a small wealth over his years and invested it in the farm. As the years passed, his farm flourished, expanded, and more and more farmhands were brought in to assist with the hunting and farming.

Thrand was born into a family of 4 other siblings and had a rather normal Ulven child life. He helped with the farm, learned all of the farmhands names and assisted his father. Wise in his years, he respected and looked up to his father even if he was a man of few words. Thrand’s mother watched him grow much as a bear does her cubs, quietly and nearby, but ferociously aggressive if anything threatened her children. On the western fringe of Mardrun, the farmlands were less likely to be struck by Mordok raids, so most time and energy was spent maintaining the farm. Borkgren had a good reputation and traded with a number of nearby farms, which allowed Thrand to see a lot of trade goods and get an early grip on the practice of commerce and trade.

Because of their proximity to the coast, Thrand often ventured to a nearby fishing village. He had a fascination with the beautifully created boats and how they worked. His frequent visits made him noticeable by a ship’s captain and some of his crew. Gifts of bread and cheeses would be brought by Thrand and exchanged for tours on the ship and lessons in fishing.

Two venerable Ulven took a keen interest in Thrand. The first being the Captain, Halldor Stormjarl and his brother Raynar Stormjarl. Halldor served as the captain of a Chieftan’s longship and knew the call of the ocean and the winds that would carry the sails of their ship like a second language. Ranar Stormjarl was a veteran fighter and fought alongside Thrand’s father in numerous expeditions.

Halldor was a mysterious and superstitious man, learning long ago to trust the runes and the portents on the wind. His faith in the runes proved useful over the years, successfully sailing his ship and surviving some terrible storms along the way. Thrand eagerly learned to open his eyes to these portents and try to learn from them. Halldor used to tell Thrand that our life is one part destiny and one part free will. Halldor would explain that it is like hunting. A hunter may flush a bird from a thicket and know that it is about to fly. The precise moment is not known, but that it will happen is assured. When the bird flushes and soars into the sky, the hunter must anticipate the direction, speed, and distance of the bird in order to strike it with an arrow. The portents, if read correctly, may tell us of the hidden bird and the flush, perhaps even the direction of the bird in flight, but it is the hunter’s choice to act on it or not. Thrand, in his early years, would be confused by statements like this and it just added to the ominous presence of the Longship’s captain. Halldor also had extensive knowledge on the healing arts, using supplies to stave off sickness of his crew and in helping injured warriors rescued from battle and mordok raids.

Raynar was the more grounded of the two brothers. He was the leader of the elite warriors that would be assigned to Chieftan’s longship. Raynar trusted his brother Halldor and his men always landed safely and respected the portents even if he did not practice them. Thrand was a farmer and a hunter, but all Ulven learn how to fight. Thrand was able to learn from a veteran like Raynar in the basics of handling a sword, axe, and sax daggers. Being a quick learner, Thrand took his teaching seriously and as he grew older, he wondered why his father never taught him how to fight, especially since Borkgren was just as skilled and veteran as Raynar.

The village was home to numerous families and with Borkgren’s farm settlement getting larger, Thrand came into contact with a number of people and friends. A young Ulven girl, Fritha, lived in the village and Thrand knew of her. They talked and had several friends, but they didn’t know each other very well.

Twelve years ago, everything changed when the colonists arrived. War broke out between Ulven and outsider and a call was raised to assist in the fight. Clan Stormjarl sent healers and Daughters to help, not entirely wanting to commit to the fight. Thrand and a number of his fellow villagers, including Fritha, volunteered to help and moved east to the front lines of the fighting. They worked alongside one another patching up wounded, gathering supplies, and scouting out the woodlands. It was at this time that Thrand began to take a genuine interest in Fritha, and he made his intent known. They acknowledged one another but were too busy helping with the wounded and supplies of the war.

The truce was finally written and the fighting stopped. Thrand and Fritha returned to their village and continued their lives. They became close over the year as friends and then eventually as mates, but Thrand’s duty to the farm and Fritha’s duty to the Daughters of Gaia in the area kept them very busy. Fritha taught Thrand more about the healing arts and Thrand in return taught Fritha how to hunt, shoot bow, and how to navigate the woods. They made it a bit of a game, learning from each other.

Thrand received a summons to his father’s longhouse at the farm. His father coldly and calmly told him that Thrand had been selected as part of Clan Stormjarl’s honor-bound pledge to send warriors to Pack Longfang near the Dirge Swamp. He was to leave immediately the next morning with a caravan of supplies that would be traveling northeast. Thrand’s current life was over and he hated the pledge and he argued with his father that he would stand idly by and watch his son be sent off. His father respected the honor of Pack Longfang and told Thrand to do the same. Furious, Thrand packed his belongings and went to say goodbye to Halldor, Raynar, and Fritha.

Halldor presented Thrand with a gift of rune dice, so that he may continue to read the portents. He also reminded Thrand that he was now leaving to serve a pack whose sole leader is the most powerful Runeseer on Mardrun. He would be able to study runes closer than any Ulven before. Raynar sent Thrand off with a final sparring lesson and then gifted him with a pineed wood axe, one that had been used by Raynar over the years in his expeditions. It was a fine weapon and Thrand had trained with it many times over the years. Both of the brothers bid Thrand farewell and promised that they would meet again someday.

Fritha, on the other hand, had a different reaction… instead of being sad with Thrand’s departure, she packed up her belongings and met Thrand the next morning, refusing to let him leave without her. She said that she had chosen to leave with him to study under the Witches of the Onsallas Village, but Thrand knew that she left mainly because of him. They would venture out into this new part of their lives together as friends and as mates.

Thrand arrived at the outpost and immediately took to being a Longfang Hunter. Skilled at archery and navigating the woods, Thrand’s place among them was assured quickly. After several years of hunting Mordok in the swamp and of sending messages and gathering supplies, Thrand was promoted to Quartermaster of the Outpost. He is now in charge of some of the training, resource management, and maintenance of the outpost. He and Fritha are still mates and they regularly will gather their hunting supplies and bows and go off into the swamp to hunt and track mordok. This role is well suited to him and he has done well as the Outpost’s Quartermaster, but he dearly misses his home in Stormjarl territory. He knows that his father will be very old by now and he has not heard anything from Halldor or Raynar. He misses that simple life in the farms, woods, and coastline of Clan Stormjarl.

Many times Thrand will sit and watch the horizon, lost in his thoughts and casting his rune dice, reading the portents that are revealed to him.

Salguod Nightclaw/ Natanieal

Male

24

Ulven

Brown hair

Green/Blue Eyes
Occupation: Traveling warrior

Known Skills: Fighting

Birthplace: Icewolf Village in Whiteoak Territory

Appearance: Tall, slightly attractive, broken front tooth, bearded.

Notable Traits: N/A

Bio:
Salguod Nightclaw is of Pack Icewolf of Clan Whiteoak. He is also the eldest son of the pack chieftain and by rule of the pack the eldest son takes over after the father is gone.

At the age of 13 he went hunting to begin his of age training, something he had been doing since the age of 7. On the hunt, he comes along a large mountain cat, kills it, and does the spiritual ritual. On his way back home with the fellow hunters they find their homes have been ransacked and they hear fighting.
They rush to aid the fighters but Salguod is told to run and hide, and he complies. On his way down through the forest, he is followed by a Mordok. Salguod takes many injuries but succeeds in slaying it, but afterwards he faints.

Syndar happen across this battle and see Salguod is only unconscious. They know that Mordok are around so they carry him to safety, which is a nearby cave. Three days later, and with much camouflaging of the cave, Salguod wakes up and the Syndar explain they found him and healed him. Salguod finds that he can’t hear out of his left ear. The Syndar said there was nothing they could do about that. He asked if they had heard or seen anything from nearby villages. They had not. Salguod left in a bit of a hurry to his village. He finds that his village is decimated and his pack is nowhere to be found. Everything was burned down. He found remnants of a battle that raged three days ago. He traveled to a nearby village to see if that one survived. Salguod found that had been ransacked and burned to the ground. The Syndar followed him to make sure he would be alright.

When they found there was nothing left for him the Syndar offered for him to travel with them, under certain conditions to maintain inconspicuousness. Salguod agreed and took up the name Natanieal. Over the 7 years he learned what they felt he needed to learn.

Then he left them to become a traveler of sorts and took on his old name again. He has been searching to find what remains of his pack for survivors. He has heard much of what happened with the clan that his pack was a part of. He intends to find survivors and bring back the Icewolves and claim his birthright as chieftain of the Icewolf pack.

Character Bio: Mar Blood-Fang
Race: Ulven
Played By: Dante Hardy
Pack: Blood-Fang (Fang of Kyrkogrim)
Age: 26
Sex: male
Relationships: Krieger Blood-Fang’s Older Brother, Mates with Helen.
Weapon: two-handed weapon fighter

Mar Blood-Fang is an Ulven warrior for the fangs of Kyrkogrim,and a member of what is left of pack Bloodfang. When Mar was young the Bloodfang camp came under attack by Mordok, and the warriors of the Bloodfang could not hold them. The Mordok killed all the Bloodfang, but not before Mar, and his younger brother Krieger were tucked away, out of sight of savage Mordok eyes. Discovered shortly after the attack by a hunting party from the Watchwolves of Sol, the brothers were soon taken in and given shelter from the elements. Such luck would not hold, however: barely a season after being taken in by the Watchwolves, their Runeseer was granted a cryptic vision. “The body grows ill with the blood of a brother,” an omen she believed to signify that blood would be shed between the Bloodfang brothers. This was not a risk she was willing to take, so the young Mar was sent away to live with Pack Fieldcrow in order to hopefully spare both of their lives.
Mar is proud, stubborn, dedicated, and egotistical. He can be very short tempered and easily angered. Anyone who disrespects Mar or his mate will be meet with hostility and aggression, as he is completely devoted to Helen and will protect her with his life. The two have made their home by the Field Crows, so that Mar can be close to Helen and protect her.
Mar loves conflict, and savors any kind of physical interaction. To Mar the only people he considered worth his time are those who can actually hold their own in combat. The only person he holds in high regard is his mate Helen.
Mar is outspoken in his views on the current events taking place. He harbors no hatred for the humans or Syndar, but he expects for them to respect the land and Gaia. His political views are almost non existent if something doesn’t directly affect him or his mate he doesn’t care, however when it comes to the Ulven Civil war He believes the war as unnecessary and dishonorable, and is not becoming of Gaia’s children and sees the Graytides more like Mordok than Ulven for causing this war and believes they will be devoured by the Great Wolf for their deeds.

Played by: Kelly Kitsu Peterson (r.longfang@kitsufox.com)

Name: Reyna Longfang

Gender: Female

Birth Year: 228

Age: 34

Race: Ulven

Hair: Brown

Eyes: Yellow-green

Occupation: Daughter of Gaia, Cleric

Birthplace: Onsallas Village (Mardrun)

Appearance:
Around 5’7 with dark hair and yellow-green eyes. Her hair is shortish and usually tied up in a cloth. She dresses practically, in layers, favoring skirts hiked up out of the way so her trousered legs are free to move as she pleases. The colors she favors are the earthtones of Longfang, though her pallet tends towards slightly brighter than the norm.

Notable Traits:
Her color pallet could be considered notable, being a tad brighter than more Longfang favor.
She is a traditionalist, born in the days prior to the colonization and believes that any departure from Longfang tradition will mark the end of what makes them unique and powerful.

Bio:
Reyna was born in the year 228 to a hunter and a warrior. She ran as a pup with her cousins and grew up knowing that she would be a Longfang in more than name, that she would serve her pack and die for it. When she came of age she did so believing her path would be that of the hunter. While she could potentially have excelled on this path, her true calling revealed itself while traveling with her mother. When in Moonfury territory not only did she meet the male who would come to be her mate (and follow her home to her pack), but she found her true calling as a healer.

Reyna waited on her return to Longfang, then began the slow and arduous process of studying under the priestess, her Great-aunt Solveig. The study took years, and though Fareth Moonfury had followed her and was seeking acceptance into Pack Longfang on her behalf as part of his courting, she refused the mating until such time as she was fully trained as a Daughter. The process took until she was 26, though before her still laid a long road of lessons to be learned. Not a path she preferred not to walk alone, she soon formalized her union with Fareth. She considered his patience and loyalty the best courting gifts that could have been given.

The situation did not last long. In the year 257, when she was 29, Fareth died, joining her parents in with the Great Wolf (she believed all three were deserving of a place within his pack). While she was not alone (of her myriad of cousins a fair few remained alive) she felt lost with the death. She felt as if she had lost her way on Gaia’s path. She sought the Runeseeker’s advice (for the ancient priestess was wise, beyond even her excess of years) and ultimately decided that travel had found her path in the first place, and travel would help her re-discover it.

As she traveled, she spent time amongst a number of the packs, spending even a brief (if distasteful) time in the territories of the colonists. After years abroad, however, she knows now that her pack needs her more than ever; that she has missed the 4th of Stanrick’s Matings; and that at least one of her surviving cousins needs to be brought back to heel.

It was time to go home. Time to learn the second half of Gaia’s gift.

Relationships:
Great-aunt: Solveig Longfang
Cousins: Stanrick Longfang, Yawn Longfang, Harlok Longfang, Rill Longfang
Courting Cousin: Selena Stargazer
Cousin Once Removed: Siren Longfang

Played by:Tim Bollig
Name: Tobias Del’green
Gender: Male
Age: 22
Race: Ulven
Hair: Brown
Eyes: Green or Deep Brown (depending on mood)
Character Website: None
Occupation: Head Ranger
Known Skills: Dual wielder, alchemist, and lore seeker.
Birthplace: Unknown to him.
Appearance:
Notable Traits: Scar going down the left eye

My earliest memory is being carried out of a burnt village, covered in soot, by a man dressed in a green hood. I still to this day don’t know what happened or even if that was my home. To try and think that far back was painful and over time I learned to stop trying. That was 11 years ago and that man became my father. His name was Captain Ben Del’green of the Vandregon Rangers.

My father took me into a human settlement a few days’ ride from that place. The place had a weird smell to it and everyone was unhappy to see me. I didn’t know it at the time but there was a war going on between the humans and my people. It was because of that fact I was hated among them. The kids my age were especially hard on me, making daily life a pain. I had more than my fair share of fights with the kids there. Some they started and many more I started. I didn’t like the names they called me. “Fox eyes” and “dog boy” were the most common of the names they used to get a rise out of me. My father told me not to let it get to me, but I didn’t listen to him. Most of the fights I was out numbered and on more than one occasion I went home with a few bruises. One kid in particular made my life hell. He was the son of the mayor and a lot of the bigger kids listened to him. He would use the bigger kids to fight for him. My father told me not to do anything rash, and I had no real reason to fight them. He would always say, “Fight smart. Run fast.” I thought about what he told me and one day I found the mayor’s son on his own. I jumped him, beat him senseless, and ran before anyone saw me or knew what happened. After it was done I went home with the biggest of smiles on my face. My father asked me why I was more chipper than normal. I told him an easy lie, finished my chores, and got ready for dinner. About one hour after that there was a pounding at the door. My father answered the door and was punched in the face by a man. The unexpected blow knocked him to the ground. I jumped out of my chair, grabbed a knife, and faced the man at the door. It turned out that there was more than one: three in fact. They came into the house, two were guards, and the last one was the mayor himself. The mayor told my father what I had done. I looked down to where my father had fallen, but he had already gotten up. He looked over to me with a disappointed look on his face. The mayor told us we were no longer welcomed in the town and we had to leave that night. I had stayed in that town for little less than 4 months.

We loaded up the wagon with all we owned, hooked up the oxen and then we left. My father wouldn’t even look at me. The ride out of town was unbearable. My father was the first to break the silence. On the second day he asked me what was it that he told me before I left the house. At first I didn’t know what he meant, but it came to me. “Fight smart. Run fast.” I told him this, and he asked me if I did either of them. I told him yes. I was smart. I had found him alone, I beat him senseless, and had run off before anyone saw me. He waited a bit after that, sighed, and told me how I was wrong on all accounts. I didn’t fight smart because I didn’t think of what happens after. He was right: though I did find him alone and ran off before anyone saw me. He was the mayor’s son so I was going to get caught no matter if no one saw me. I had failed the first rule and it had cost us our home.

After that we found a plot of land in the woods to call our own. It was here that my training began. The training that made me the man I am today. First, though, I needed to prove myself.

We got kicked out of the village at a bad time, as winter was fast approaching and we needed to make shelter. We had four months to build a home. Four very hard months. We didn’t have the money to hire laborers so we did the work all by ourselves. We still had a strain on father son relationship and our talks amounted to “Hand me that tool”, “Give me a hand here”, and “Get up its time for work”. I was beginning to think he was regretting picking me up from the ashes of my village. In the first month we managed to get the foundation done and most of the walls up by the end of the second. By the end of the third month we had all but the roof done. It was in the last month that I had my first encounter with mordok.

It was almost my first and last. My father and I were still tense around each other so for the most part we kept distance from one another. On that day I was getting fire wood for the upcoming weather. He was putting the last of the nails in the roof as I was cutting up a log of oak into smaller peaces when I heard a snapping of a twig. It was the snap that saved my life. As I turned to see what made the sound my foot slipped and I fell just avoiding most of the sword swing. The sword cut down the left side of my head blinding that eye with blood. Through my right eye I saw two of them. Their skin was black as night. They had on bits of hide armor and thick cloaks. The one that had attacked me first was smaller than the other. I had heard tales of them; things like their spit is poisonous, they eat people, and the females have magic. I rolled over the log trying to see were my ax had gotten to. As I did the bigger one attacked me stabbing his sword at me. Thankfully he missed and got his sword stuck in the oak log I was cutting. I was just getting to my feet when the other threw out her hand and a gust of wind threw me fifteen feet away into a smaller tree. From the ground as I was caching my breath a breeze blew by. The cloak the smaller had on parted a little and show me a that this one was female not male. I tried again to get to my feet and she hit me with another gust of wind, throwing me hard against the small tree. It knocked all the air from my body. I truly believed my life to be over in that moment when I heard a cry of pain. As both the female mordok and I looked over, we saw my father. He had sneaked up on the mordok and with an ax cut it’s arm clean off. It was busy trying to get his sword out of the log and never saw my father coming. Before he could finish the wounded mordok the female took action, preparing to throw a gust of wind at him. Noticing the movements of her hands out of the corner of his eye, my father leapt away from his position, his foot clipped by the spell before he landed. His feet thrown wide by the force, he landed hard on his side, but was up again in an instant. He charged her. She then threw a blue orb of magic at him, caching him in the chest and stopping his charge. I tried to get up again to help my father but I was in a lot of pain from being slammed into that tree twice. My father got to his feet and ran again at her. She threw another blue orb at him, missing this time, and he swung his ax at her. I thought for sure that he hit her but the ax bounced back harmlessly. She then swung her sword at him just barely hitting him in the side. He swung his ax again only this time she blocked with her sword. That ax sadly was in bad shape from months of over work. It also wasn’t meant for battle so when the two meet the ax head broke off. She then pressed her attack forcing my father back as he blocked with ax shaft. As she forced him back he jumped to the side of her and rolled away from her. As he did this he threw two knives at her, hitting her leg and torso. He then ran for my ax. Before he got there the wounded mordok ran at him and tackled him to the ground. It was trying to bite him. My father was trying to throw him off when the female came up and stabbed the sword at my father. It cut deep into his upper arm. Things weren’t looking good for my father and I had no idea how he was going to get out of this. It was in that moment that with a yell of rage he threw off the mordok and stood up. I have never seen my father like this. He was always so relaxed so to see him fighting like this…..it scared me. My father then picked up the ax and attacked them with a vengeance. The wounded mordok never had a chance. It had already lost a lot of blood and no longer had a weapon, so he really couldn’t fight back. My father ended his life with two swings of the ax. He then tackled the female to the ground and before she could do much he brutally smashed her face in with the ax. When he was done he fell over and stopped moving. I forced myself to stand up and slowly made my way to him, fearing the worst. I rolled his body over and saw that he was still breathing but only just. I saw two deep cuts on his body. One was on his upper arm the other was on his leg. I ripped my shirt and used it as a bandage. After this was done I made the trip home half carrying half dragging my father.

When I got him home I put him on the bed and tried to heal him as best I could. My father woke up and told me to go to the chest in his room. Inside would be fae leaf. I went to the chest and found the leaf. It was small and golden in color. I brought it to him and asked him what to do next. He told me to chew it, put it on the wound, and put on new bandages. He gave out a sigh of pain when I put the herb in the wound on his leg. I then put the rest in the wound on his upper arm. I used up all of his fae leaf. He told me we were going to need more. I then ran into the woods and looked for more. It took me most of the night but I got what my father said would be 5 days’ worth. We needed more or a healer. The town we came from had some but we weren’t welcomed in. He told me that he had a friend who could help. I loaded him in the cart and made my way to town. Since it had no walls or a gate sneaking in was easy. No one looked at the cart twice. My father then told me where to go. I found the house and almost beat the door down pounding on it. As it was late at night when his friend answered the door he wasn’t happy. When he saw what was going on, however, his anger turned into worry. He started to cast spells on my father asking me what happened. I told him about the attack. He then got to the wound on my father’s arm. He and I gasped at what we saw: the arm was turning black. He quickly started to cast another spell, when the door busted open, and standing there was the last person I wanted to see. Blocking the firelight from the street was the mayor himself, and he wasn’t happy. He and the guards ordered the healer to stop. The healer started to ask that we be allowed to stay until he was done. The mayor said no and we needed to leave now. The healer then said he would go with us. The mayor said that if he did he wasn’t welcome back. The healer was about to say something, but before he could my father stood up and said, “Don’t bother. We’re leaving”. The healer tried to tell him no, but my father said this wasn’t his problem, and he left. My father was better but the poison was still in him and would kill him. The healer gave me a hug before I left saying stay strong. As he let go I felt something in my pocket. He then winked and we were shown out of the city by the guards. The mayor told us if we ever came back we would be killed. We left with out saying a word. On the way out I checked what he put in my pocket. It was a red potion. My father said it was a healing potion. I asked if it would heal him. He said no but he had another idea for it. When we got home he put a sword in the fire, picked up a stick, and told me to cut his arm off. I couldn’t believe what he was asking me. He told me it was the only way, put the stick in his mouth, and bit down hard. I then picked up the now red hot blade, lined up the blow, and with a deep breath I brought it down with all my strength. In that one blow I cut the arm clean off. My father then removed the stick from his mouth and drank the potion. The blood flow stopped. He the went to the house and fell onto the bed. I went to him and saw that he was asleep. I had many questions to ask him like where the hell he learned to fight like that, but I let him sleep. Two days later he woke up and I asked him all the questions that I had.

He told me about where he was from. About the Rangers, Vandregon, and the undead threat. It was the undead that had forced the humans and the Syndar from their homes. As I listened to him I had trouble believing him. The dead rising from the grave and killing everything. Where it not for the look of horror in his eyes as he told me of them I would have thought he was pulling my leg. He then told me the first rule of the rangers, fight smart run fast. I asked him how many there were. He told me there were five:

1. Fight smart run fast
2. Always have a plan
3. No plan survives contact with the enemy
4. Leave no ranger behind, and
5. …..he told me he would tell me five latter.

I then spent the next ten years learning all he had for me to learn. Every day was a day of training whether it was training with the sword, first aid, potions, or reading up on lore my days where long and hard. As my twentieth year came my father grew ill. His strength was fading, he had trouble breathing, and his heart hurt. He was never the same after the mordok attack. If only the healer was able finish healing him he might have have years ahead of him, but the poison robbed him of his strength and made his heart weak. He was on he death bed and there was nothing I could do for him. He asked me to not to train that day and just sit with him. As I sat next to his bed, in between coughs of blood he told me of how proud of me he was. I wanted to tell him to stay here with me but we both knew his time was at an end. He asked me to come closer so he could tell me the last rule. I got in close and with the last of his breath he whispered the last rule to me. He then died with a smile on his face. It’s that smile that I’ll never forget no matter how much time passes.

I burnt his body and buried his ashes. I did this to to mix our two cultures. I went to the chest in the house where he kept his belongings. Inside the chest was a green tunic, two short swords, and leather breastplate. All were from his home back when he was a ranger. I put the ranger garb on and walked back to the what remand of the fire. It was dying out and the wind was blowing the ashes high into the sky. It brought back my first memory of him taking me out of the ashes of my village. As his ashes fell up into the sky I walked away knowing that I needed to bring back the Rangers and one day see his home freed of the undead. In this way I would honor him. I have a long way to go but I know my path.

Played by: Allen Zautke
Name: Rogar ShadowFang
Race: Ulven
Occupation: hunter, warrior
Birthplace: ShadowFang village. Raised in pack graytide village
Appearance: black hood over chain mail, Vandregon colors
Notable Traits: missing right eye, covers it with black cloth
Relationships: William Aurgrim: commanding officer.
Rumors: “He was once Graytide. How can he be trusted?”-over heard around the fire.

Bio:
My name is Rogar ShodowFang, former member of pack graytide, now a soldier of the vandregon army.
How is it that a former pack member of graytide could find himself fighting in a human army. First I never truly held any strong ties to pack graytide. I am a ShodowFang and my loyalty is to my birth pack.
Pack Shadowfang was a strong pack known for its skills in tracking and their knowledge of stealth. Though we didn’t have the mightiest warriors, a trained ShadowFang warrior could almost disappear in to any environment and attack his enemy’s weakness with deadly precision . A true Shadowfang warrior would pride himself on his ability to defeat an enemy before his enemy knew he was there. Killing was not our only skill, as we had many fine craftsmen and our hunters and farmers kept us fed. We thrived in the land Gaia had given us, and I was born into this life.

It seems though that this prosperity was not meant to last. Our elders tell of a time when the mordok gathered in numbers we had never seen. This raid cut a path of destruction across the our land. The ulven packs banded together and brought down this threat. But the damage had already been done. Pack ShadowFang village was caught in the path of that horde. And over night more then half of our pack was slaughtered. With our numbers decimated and little hope of rebuilding, our nearest neighbors pack graytide took us in. In the graytide village our elders tried to keep what was left of our pack together and to hold on to our culture and way of life.

Like many others of my pack my parents were killed trying to defend our home. Growing up an orphan in the graytide village, my life was not easy. Though we were taken in by our graytide brethren we were never truly accepted and were seen as not much more then squatters. The graytide warriors saw our way of combat as cowardly and backhanded . They said if we were strong warriors, we wouldn’t need to “sneak” about. I was raised mostly by the elders of my pack. I learned all I could of our old ways and in time I grew to be a strong and skilled warrior.
Then came the day I will never forget. The day that started me down the path I am on to this day.

I was asked to join a hunting party and tasked with tracking some mordok near the boarder of graytide land. While on the trail of the mordok we came across a human caravan. The hunt leader, a vile ulven known as Davor, ordered an attack on the humans. I protested saying this was not our mission and the humans were no danger. Davor insisted in the attack telling the other hunters that the humans were trespassing on graytide land and the intruders had to be made an example of to the others. I did what I could to talk Davor and the others out of the attack but the bloodlust and hatred of the humans in graytide eyes was hard to over come. Davor ordered me to attack or I would be treated no differently then the enemy. He then ordered us to fan out and move in to striking range. I know I had to stop this I would not stand ideally by as innocent lives were in danger.

As we got into position I snuck ahead of the others and made my way towered the caravan. I was with in a stones throw away when I sprang my attack not on the humans but on my graytide brothers. I broke cover and shouted to the humans in the caravan that they were under attack and to flee. I then turned my attention to the graytides now charging towards me. I had to slow them down or they would over run me and I had to give the humans time to escape. I didn’t have a bow but I did have my daggers and I threw one at the nearest graytide hitting him in the shoulder. As he staggered from the hit he tripped and fell in the underbrush. As another charged me I sunk a dagger into his thigh. As he fell to the ground I had just enough time to parry a sword attack from my left. It was Davor and as he advanced for another attack he yelled, ”you’ll pay for your betrayal Rogar!”
“And you will pay for your bloodlust, you and all the rest of clan Grimward. Your hatred will only bring suffering to the Ulven nation.”
“You are no longer part of that nation. You dare strike your fellow ulven brothers to protect those filthy outsiders?” As Davor spoke two more ulven joined the fight and surrounded me.
“I will not let innocent lives suffer for your pleasure Davor.”
“Now it is you Rogar that will suffer. Get him!” Davor and the other two graytide rushed me. I did what I could fighting three on one but they eventually overpowered and disarmed me. The last thing I remember from the fight was sharp pain and everything going black.

When I awoke I found my hands bond and two graytide were dragging me to my feet. They toke me over to where Davor was standing and threw me at his feet.
“Its time for you to pay for your betrayal.”
“Do your worst Davor. You will get no pleasure from me.” Davor was known to make his victims suffer before death. And I would not give him the satisfaction of knowing my pain. My former graytide brothers took their turns with fist and boot but I would not cry out. Then Davor took matters in is own hands, he grabbed a dagger and drove it into my leg. As he twisted it in my flesh he carefully studied my face. As I grimaced from the pain he spoke.

“Your stronger then you look Rogar.”
“If your going to kill me get it over with. I tire of your games.”
“A worthless traitor like yourself does not deserve a death from a true warrior. No I will leave you here broken, and let the scavengers pick at your bones.”
Davor yanked the dagger from my leg and called over two of the other graytide who restrained me.
“But first I think we should carry out an old traditions, an eye for an eye.” with that Davor set to work carving out my right eye, infecting the most amount of pain he could. Though I had taking their punishment so far the pain of the endeavor was too much for me to bear and before I passed out from my torment I’m sure that even the Great wolf heard my screams that night.

When I came to night had fallen and dark clouds fill the sky. Davor and the other graytide were gone. They had taken my weapons and equipment but had failed to find the blade hidden in my boot. I was weak from blood lose but I found the strength to free myself from my bonds. I then set to work assessing and bandaging my wounds. My right eye was gone cut completely from my skull, and the wound in my leg was very deep. With what cloth I could spare from my clothes I did my best to treat my injures. I had to get out of this area case some scavengers actually did find me, I was tracking Mordoks after all and I would not be able to fend off an attack in my state. But I was tired and my senses were dulled and soon became disoriented. I blindly stumbled though the night, I didn’t know which way was which or in what direction I should be traveling.

If my ancestors could see my now, a shadowfang lost in the wood. I thought as I leaned on a tree to collect my self. I hadn’t been walking long and all ready I was exhausted , I could feel the strength in my body leaving me. A sense of dread crept up my spine, could this be my end?

“NO! You will not give up here! You can’t let those graytide get away with this.” I told myself and was right I had to survive. I gathered what strength I had and soldered on. But as a toke my first step I found no strength in my body and fell to the ground. I tried to get to my feet but my body, my muscles would not listen to me and I collapsed on to my back. As I gazed up at the gray sky my vision darkened as my eye slowly closed.

I suddenly felt a presents and a cool breeze on my face that shock me back to reality. As my eye opened I could see the clouds in the sky part and the sky filled with stars and the brightest moon I’ve ever seen to this day shone down on me.
“Luna.” I said out loud. My people had always revered the moon. And now as her gaze fell upon me I felt a surge of strength pulling me to my feet. With the light of Luna guiding me and the stars to follow I managed to regained my bearing and started heading south out of graytide lands. I came across a small stream, there I drank and washed the blood from my face. I then cleaned and redressed my wounds. I followed an old game trail for a time that lead me to a path traders and travelers must have used. I made my way down this path, it was well worn and easy to follow. As I came over a ridged over looking a small valley, I noticed the smoke of a settlement just over the horizon. But I was weary from travel I needed to rest and regain my strength I would make for the settlement tomorrow. I fond a comfy spot next to a large tree where the underbrush covered my presents from anyone walking down the trail. Before I closed my eye and drifted to sleep a said a small prayer to Luna and swore a vow that as long as I had strength in my body I would protect the people of this land from anyone who would bring them harm.

When I awoke the next day the sun was already high in the sky. I gathered my self and made my way to the settlement I’d seen the night before. I left the trail and toke a more direct route. As I got with in eye sight of the settlement, it looked to be a human trade out post. I also came across sets of tracks I knew far too well, there were graytide in the area. I quickened my pace toward the settlement if the graytide were this close they must be planning an attack. As I entered the building I warned the people inside of the graytide in the area. Most of the people went out to meet them two stayed behind and treated my wounds. After the battle many of the fighters came back injured a couple of them severe. I knew we wouldn’t be able to survive another attack and told the others to gather any supplies they could carry and leave the area. Before we could get organized the graytide burst in the back door and set fire to the building. I grabbed the nearest weapons and tried to give people time to get out. Out side on the trails they pursued us and once again I found myself fighting my former graytide brothers for the sake of strangers. Eventually our enemy broke off their pursuit and we were able to catch our breath.

The survivors and myself made our way towards Nightriver territory. It was this time that I first meet Venator, one of the ulven from the settlement. He complemented me on my fighting skill and my willingness to protect the weak. He then told me of vandregon and asked me to travel with him to New Hope where I could meet a man named William and join the cause.
I now fight for something greater then myself. I will fulfill my sworn vow and protect the people of this land from all treats to them.

Name: Bryech Savagefang
Played By: Cole Potter
Age: 18
Race: Ulven
Class: Fighter
Bryech SavageFang, A normal Ulven child raised in pack Graytide he lived with his mother and father in a small village, where Bryech had taken to combat quite quickly and was quite skilled in the art of killing. His father had given him basic fighting training and hand to hand combat. His father Davrik SavageFang was defeated in a first-blood Honor Duel. He wasn’t the same afterward, he grew depressed and didn’t talk to anyone but Bryech’s mother and Bryech. Until five months later he was spouting out about the solution to his dishonorment. he disappeared the day after with a message on the table saying he would fix everything and would be back within the month.
Three months later and still nothing, his family was now truly dishonored he was told constantly my father was a coward, and that the Great Wolf will spit upon his name. Bryech knew something was wrong, his father is a capable warrior and he would not just abandon his family. So he ran away and went to look for my father. he survived for a year on his own, but just barely. That year helped him hone his skills, taught him how to be silent and patient, to learn his enemies habits to use his surroundings to his advantage, to not fear death or pain how to track and observe.
It also taught him to enjoy the finer things like books and texts from the ancients and our ancestors who lived here long before us. Most people find it hard to believe that Bryech can read sometimes he does too. He taught himself mostly after some teaching from his mother before he left. However his year in the wilds of Mardrun had taken a toll on Bryech, he was near savage by the time he met Victor. He took Bryech into the BloodFangs and put him into their ranks and had him trained officially by Krieger where he was put through training and has since then been his main objective, Bryech still believes that his father is alive and he hopes to find him one day but until then he lays low. He can’t let anyone know of his true origins.

He has no quarrel with the Humans, and Syndar however he still doesn’t trust them due to the fact that the early conflicts between the races were very bloody. He generally doesn’t trust anyone but that’s not the point. the Humans and Syndar are the cause for this war a war one the likes of has never happened before, he still does not feel the need for them to return to their homeland. But if an individual from either group can prove themselves to Bryech he will have no problems with them. Bryech quite thoroughly enjoys what he does being a warrior of the Bloodfangs is honorable and very deadly. His life is almost a perfect picture where it not for his tragic history. That doesn’t generally get in the way with his life so he ignores it as much as possible. However due to his past experiences with Clan Grimward he has a growing hate for them and generally doesn’t mind meddling in their affairs.

After separating from The Bloodfangs, Bryech joined Pack Longfang and quickly earned his place amongst their legendary warriors. Making a name for himself in his new Pack by being heavily involved in the day to day life of the Pack and several of the expeditions into the Dirge Swamp. Not even a year after joining Pack Longfang, Bryech deployed with their warriors to the Stormjarl Territories where he fought with his fellow Longfangs against the Grimward assault, the story being well known amongst both sides of the Ulven Civil War. The Warriors of Longfang were decimated, leaving only three survivors: Bryech Savagefang, Orrin Kair and Azra Steelfang. Though Azra became very inactive after the battle, Bryech and Orrin continued to be leaders amongst their peers and continued the fight after The Battle of Black Wolf Creek. Participating in one of several raids against Clan Whiteoak, though victory was hard won, it brought them glory nonetheless. After Stanrick Longfang was chosen as the first Chieftain of Pack Longfang, Bryech began to feel very alienated by the very people he had considered family and after the death of his close friend Orrin Kair at the final battle of the Watchwolves, he began to consider if his fate lies elsewhere. He was pushed to leave Pack Longfang after being transported deep into the Dirge Swamp after coming into contact with the Artifact left by former Runeseer Solveig Longfang. Bryech was then captured by the Mordok and held prisoner for months. In his eyes he had been abandoned by his Pack after resisting Stanrick’s rise to power. Bryech thought that because he was viewed as a threat they had left him to die. Bryech was later found and rescued after escaping and finding another expedition into the Dirge, ironically with members of Pack Longfang attending. After a harrowing series of engagements and many close calls, Bryech was taken to safety by his friends Thrand and Fritha Stormjarl, as well as Reyna Longfang; a staunch ally of the young warrior– if a bit fearful of his temper and fighting skill. After recovering from his wounds Bryech made his intention to leave Longfang clear to Reyna and again separated from his Pack.
Shortly after leaving Longfang, Bryech traveled to Clan Ironmound territory and fought in several smaller battles against Grimward there. He became close friends with another warrior named Calder and saved his life in battle. Bryech lived with Calder and his family on the outskirts of the village of Freyby. Soon becoming romantically involved with Calder’s sister Ingrid and becoming like a son to his parents Bjarke and Gunhild. It seemed as though Bryech’s story was over and he would settle down and live a normal life. But his anger had grown from that of a young boy who sought revenge and couldn’t control his emotions to the more mature true fury of a veteran warrior. Though he was young, even by Ulven standards, to have been so scarred by battle, it forced him to carry himself differently and he gave up his new seemingly perfect life to return to the fight he knew carried on. Rejoining Pack Longfang once again after the announced death of Stanrick Longfang and a brief attempt at helping to quell the rise of Holmar Bloodmoon and finding his efforts unnecessary and wasted, Bryech quickly reminded those who doubted him why he was worthy of a second chance. Rising to the position of Weaponsmaster even though not fully granted the position before performing the duties and assisting Longfang as staunchly as before he parted ways with them. Distinguishing Longfang in several fights against the Mordok including the evacuation of Clan Riverhead where he lead the Warriors of Pack Longfang in a resounding victory against the Mordok alongside his close friends and allies. Also, the recent and much discussed Great Wolf’s Hunt– leading a small contingent of Longfang warriors who were vital to the success of two War Packs and the defeat of two large forces of Mordok, before pulling back with some of the more seriously injured after sustaining serious injuries himself, leaving several brave volunteers to continue the fight and earning several more victories for their own glory and the glory of Pack Longfang. Only a short month later he was fully granted the title of Weaponsmaster and leads his warriors taking every opportunity to fight alongside them and lead from the front.
Though he has experienced much in the last five years of his life, Bryech Savagefang’s journey for honor and fame is far from over.

UPDATE DECEMBER 268
After a short time as Pack Longfangs Weaponsmaster Bryech was faced with a choice. His close friends Fritha and Thrand Stormjarl asked him to join them on a raid and join them in their fight against Grimward to avenge the honor of Stormjarl and to free their people. Bryech did not hesitate and joined his friends on their journey to heal all of their wounded honor together once again leaving Longfang. After months of preparation the raid began, after a fierce series of battles Stormjarl was victorious and their mission a success. This was only the first step in a larger effort but a momentous one nonetheless. Bryech was named a brother of Stormjarl and from that day forward he worked tirelessly with them to mend their honor and free their people, swearing to serve the newly appointed Jarl Fritha and helping to fortify the northern border of Stormjarl and standing by his friends again at a tense political meeting with Khulgar Graytide Warleader of Clan Grimward, and again standing with Stormjarl at the meeting where the peace between Grimward and Stormjarl was made. While there he swore an oath alongside his Jarl to help create an alliance between Clan Squallborn and Clan Stormjarl. In fulfilling his oath Bryech fought alongside Stormjarl and Squallborn in the ancient Ulven rite of the Aettinjav, participating in a highly ritualized duel to the death, The Maw of the Wolf. This was a challenge that was met with resistance from a local Truthseeker apprentice but, after volunteering and being chosen as the champion of Squallborn and Stormjarl Bryech fought and won this duel earning honor and glory for Stormjarl and himself. Shortly after this he was made a Hersir of Clan Stormjarl and his journey for glory and reputation continues.