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Played by: Shana Aber (shanaaber@gmail.com)

Name: Selena Stargazer

Gender: Female

Age: 34

Race: Ulven

Hair: Redish Brown

Eyes: Blue

Occupation: Cleric, Truth Seeker,

Known Skills: Divine Magic, Literate

Birthplace: Everspring Grove, Clan Spirtclaw Territory

Appearance: Average built woman standing about 5’5. Redish brown hair and blue eyes.

Notable Traits: Under Armored for wandering such a war torn area. Carries a Staff.

Bio: I have seen a lot. After all, that is the easy part of my job, watching. The truth of things is often more than just the words people tell you. Words do not always match people’s actions, and the truth often lies somewhere in between words and action, but you don’t really care to hear about my job. That, I suppose, is another story. You want to know about me.

I was born in a place call Everspring Grove in Clan Spiritclaw territory. It’s the largest settlement in the territory. Most of the Colonists have a specific word for that kind of settlement – a capitol. To me, it is the place where the Clan Leader and the High Priestess are located, so that makes it the place I need to report back to regularly. We visited it often when I was a child. My childhood was only somewhat typical for a Ulven – my father was a Truth Seeker, as am I, so this required us to travel a lot. The entire family would go with him on hist travels for company, support, and security. My mother was from Pack Sjóúlfur and had the spirit of a warrior, so there was no way she was going to let him go off alone, anyway. It was either all or nothing with my family.

I learned to read and write, as all Truth Seekers need to to do, by the age of 10. At 14 Gaia, blessed me by choosing me as a conduit for her love. The first time her power flowed through me, I saved my younger brother from a stab wound he received during what suppose to be just a friendly wrestling match. My grandmother oversaw my training as a Daughter, while my Father taught me how to find the truth around me. I received my Markings at the age of 16. My cousins teased me mercilessly at that year’s Pack Thing. Saying that I didn’t have the Great Wolf’s favor and that he was going to eat me on my Journey since I only received small fangs as my marks – my eyes did not yet show the grace of the Great Wolf despite Gaia’s gifts to me. It is believed, at least among my pack, that the physical blessings of the Great Wolf indicate his favor. The truth of it is something we may never know, as no one knows until they go meet the Great Wolf. I like to think it just means I resemble the Great Mother more then the Great Wolf.

I took a mate at 23. Torolf had followed us for weeks trying to convince my father to teach him. Father finally agreed after a month of persistent pestering. There are not many Truth Seekers outside of the Clan Spiritclaw, so his pack and clan would see this as a noble feat. I watched him closely during that time: his arguments were sound and his determination echoed in everything he had done. He showed that he was a capable hunter as well, bringing four grouse when he tried to win my favor. He did not lack in martial ability, either, beating my brother in combat. I don’t think my brother was trying very hard, but I never mentioned that to Torolf. His pursuit was flattering – especially from one who was so attractive. Our son, Asgier, was born five years later, under the Moon of the Tale Singer. He began to speak early – and incredibly eloquently – so I believe he shall one day find a path to use this gift.

Everything changed last year. Dad was on a journey; he had been gone for quite some time and hadn’t told us what he was doing. We had bartered for shelter in one of the settlement near the Dirge Swamps for the night. The plan was to get some Pineed sap the following day to make more bandages for trade. That didn’t happen. We were in the wrong place at the wrong time. We had picked one of the settlements that the Lich and his army came through. My entire family was killed, and I was grievously injured by those horrors. The worst, though, was the fate of the child I was carrying, as I was four months pregnant at the time. Get me drunk enough and I may tell you the more gory details, but without the shield of alcohol, the memory is almost too painful to relate. I clung to life long enough for my cousin to find me, hours later. Clan Spritclaw sent some Daughters to aid the forces that had gathered to fight the Lich in the final push. She found me among the rubble and stayed with me while we did rites for everyone. Some of the settlement’s residents survived, either by dumb luck or the good sense to stay hidden. My cousin asked me to take them someplace safe since I was in no shape to help with the Lich, so we fled as quickly as we could. Thankfully, I later heard that the Lich was defeated, his evil gone from the land.

I traveled back to Everspring Grove and told the Clan Leader and High Priestess what happened to my family. They were mortified by what had happened and bade me to go mourn and rest in the safety of the settlement. I was working in the kitchen of the local tavern when my cousin – a guard for the Clan Leader – came to get me, saying I was summoned. I was told to take the place of my father and to seek the truth in the Ulven Civil War. Rumors have run rampant for years and concern is growing. So I wander, watching, learning, trying to figure out if there is a way to stop our cousins from killing each other and get them back on the Path that Gaia has set for us.

So that is my story, what is yours?

Player: Scott Derge
Race: Ulven
Class: Warrior

UPDATE: Timar Longfang was killed in the Battle of Blackwolf Creek in March of the year 263. The warriors of Pack Longfang fulfilled an honor debt to Clan Stormjarl and helped defend their settlements and protect their warriors during the Clan Grimward invasion of the winter of the year 262. After months of skirmish fighting and retreating back to the main Clan Stormjarl settlement, the Pack Longfang warriors stayed to help protect the final remaining settlement. When Clan Grimward warriors launched an all out attack in March of 263, Pack Longfang warriors sacrificed their lives to defend the main route into the settlement and keep Clan Grimward from massacring the ill-equipped Stormjarl militia stationed nearby. With brutal and savage fighting raging for hours almost non-stop, Pack Longfang warriors were slaughtered almost completely. Only a handful of warriors were dragged back to the healers; the elite warriors of Pack Longfang were decimated.

Timar Longfang gave his life after holding out for hours, weathering the brutal assaults of Clan Grimward. Cut, stabbed, and beaten, Timar held out longer than some warriors half his age. Knowing this would be his last fight, Timar channeled his built up anger from years of training and fighting and unleashed his rage on the enemy time and time again. Timar was cut down alongside Harlok Longfang and before he bled to death, he summoned his last bit of strength to fly into his final berserker rage. Crashing through the enemy line, he lashed out against the Grimward warriors and killed or maimed several of them before being taken down. Timar bled out on the battle field and the oldest living member of the Pack Longfang warriors finally earned his warrior’s death.

Bio:

Played by: Brandon Potter
Email: Potter_Brandon42@yahoo.com
Name: Orrin Kair
Gender: male
Age: 16
Race: Ulven
Hair: Light Brown
Eyes: Feral Yellow
Occupation: A member of Pack Longfang
Known Skills: Shield Proficiency, Armor Proficiency, Throwing, Archery, Toughness, Improved Toughness, Rage, True grit, Pull Arrow, Thrusting
Birthplace: In his home in watch wolf terretory
Appearance: A medium sized man with braud shoulders and light brown hair and only has one eye.
Notable Traits: none
Relationships: He is Cousin to Kreiger Bloodfang.
Rumors: It is rumored that he has a fighting spirit due to all the wrestling he did back at home with all the other Ulven pups.

UPDATE: After traveling to the Watchwolf settlement to help in their defenses during the spring of 264, Orrin Kair was killed in battle. Grimward invaders sent war pack after war pack of warriors against the Watchwolf defenders, and with the aid of Orrin and the other Coalition members and allies, the defenses held for far longer than they should have. A young chieftain made the decision to evacuate as many people and as much supplies as possible in order to save their lives and bring them to the eastern settlement, but Grimward conquerors were always just a stone’s throw away from them. They needed time to evacuate, and Orrin stayed behind to give them that. There had been a longstanding feud between Pack Longfang and Pack Graytide and Orrin Kair used this to call out Khulgar Graytide’s honor. The Grimward leader answered and met with him, where an honor duel to the death was agreed upon after insults were slung back and forth. The two veteran warriors clashed for what seemed ages, swinging axe and mace and crushing shield, armor, and even bone. Grimward warriors looked on and cheered for their leader, who agreed not to give pursuit to the caravan until Orrin fell in combat, but not a single cheer rose for Orrin as he was alone. This steeled his resolve and made him last the fight as long as possible, giving blood for every moment the caravan was given to escape. On the verge of blacking out, Orrin summoned his rage and assaulted Khulgar in a final attack, battering him away and finally burying his axe deep into Khulgar’s thigh. Khulgar pummeled the young warrior repeatedly, breaking his ribs and his arms with his mace, and when Orrin finally fell on the battlefield, Khulgar finished him by caving in his skull with his mace. Orrin Kair lay broken and bloodied on the field of battle until given a proper and respectful funeral pyre later that evening, sent on his journey properly, amongst the fallen Grimward and Watchwolf warriors. The caravan, given the time gained by Orrin’s sacrifice, was able to escape and make it out of the area.

Orrin Kair (Oar-in Key-ir) was a fighter since the day he could stand. While he was not the biggest or strongest Ulven among the Watchwolves, he had an indomitable spirit that led him to wrestle with anyone who would. His father, a meat vendor by trade, wanted his son to follow in his of work, and pleaded with the young boy to take up the family trade instead of training to join a warband.

Orrin did as his father asked and became an apprentice to his father. He yearned to be a warrior still, and never did he feel this more keenly than when the Bloodfangs paid a visit. Mighty warriors all, they would sometimes stop in Watchwolf territory to restock and rest before heading off to battle more Mordok. Orrin would sneak off at nights to watch the Bloodfang troops train, quietly watching them from the cover of an apple tree while his parents slept. Over the years he became bolder, sneaking closer so as to hear them talking. He came to know each by name, and even found a wooden stick about the same length as a sword that he used to mimic their movements while training.
One of them, his cousin Kreiger Bloodfang, was the one Orrin liked to watch the most. Orrin would often imagine that he stood beside Kreiger battling mordok while he watched. One night, after a few years of this, Orrin was swinging his sword when he landed a solid blow on the nearest tree, making a loud “thud”. The Bloodfangs grabbed their weapons, and looked about for the source of the noise Orrin, frightened by the suddenness ran back to his father’s house. Kreiger must have seen him run, for only a few minutes after the breathless Orrin returned home, Kreiger stepped inside.

After explaining the situation to his startled parents, Kreiger looked at Orrin and asked “So you wish to be a Bloodfang?” Orrin, at a loss for words, only nodded. His father began to speak up but quickly went silent with a look from Kraiger. “Orrin could be of use to us. Let him come with us to see if he really is the warrior he believes he is. Should be an easy task, we need a fourth man to help guard a caravan bringing supplies.”

After a few hours of discussion, and with his father’s blessing, Orrin left with the Bloodfangs to see if his place truly was among them.

Orrin was later traded to Pack Longfang.

Played by: Nik Draco Knight
Name: Nikolai Longfang
Gender: Male.
Age: 17
Race: Ulven
Hair: Brown
Eyes: One eye is blue, the other is pure white
Occupation: Longfang Guardian
Known Skills: Shield expert, and toughness
Birthplace: originated from camp nightriver.
Appearance: of normal height, and described by Harlok as scrawny by his standards
Notable Traits: Left eye was blinded by a fight.

UPDATE: Nikolai Longfang was killed in the Battle of Blackwolf Creek in March of the year 263. The warriors of Pack Longfang fulfilled an honor debt to Clan Stormjarl and helped defend their settlements and protect their warriors during the Clan Grimward invasion of the winter of the year 262. After months of skirmish fighting and retreating back to the main Clan Stormjarl settlement, the Pack Longfang warriors stayed to help protect the final remaining settlement. When Clan Grimward warriors launched an all out attack in March of 263, Pack Longfang warriors sacrificed their lives to defend the main route into the settlement and keep Clan Grimward from massacring the ill-equipped Stormjarl militia stationed nearby. With brutal and savage fighting raging for hours almost non-stop, Pack Longfang warriors were slaughtered almost completely. Only a handful of warriors were dragged back to the healers; the elite warriors of Pack Longfang were decimated.

Nikolai gave his life in battle after holding his position in the shield wall for hours as both sides savagely attacked each other. Cut and stabbed dozens of times, Nikolai eventually bled to death from his wounds, but managed to hold out longer than some of his fellow warriors.

Bio: Nikolai Longfang was originally born to the Ulven clan Nightriver, but later in his life he was traded to pack Longfang along with one of his fellow pack members Wigwald. Both Nikolai and Wigwald were looked over due to their somewhat lack of size and stature to most other Longfang members, but both Ulven worked hard to be the best however only Nikolai rose to the title of a Longfang warrior. Since his becoming a warrior Nikolai has fought with the Longfang for years and has been in many battles, however his presence at the Grimmward Summit, is the most noteworthy so far in his life. Months before the summit Nikolai spent most of his time helping Wigwald improve his skills, already being a full fledged warrior Nikolai expected his companion to grow and improve fast, and after weeks of training he was showing improvement, but not enough to be considered a better warrior. Nikolai sympathized Wigwald, remembering his own troubles with being smaller then most Ulven. As training went on the days got closer and closer to the upcoming summit, and when the day finally came when the Longfang set out to the summit Wigwald begged Nikolai to bring him with, so when the time came to attend the summit Nikolai brought Wigwald. Nikolai describes the summit as one of the worst days in his life, for at the summit conflict arose between the Longfang and Graytides, so much that Nikolai was caught in the eye by a javelin, luckily his shield stopped the blunt of the javelin, however during this engagement, Khulgar Graytide killed Wigwald. This angers Nikolai… He was angered that the Graytide… other Ulven would take the life of another who was working for his place as a warrior and for peace… this thought burns like a wild fire in his heart to this day.

Relationships: Life long friend to Wigwald Longfang
Rumors: If they gossip about you, what do they say?

Played by: Dante Hardy
Name: Venator
Gender: Male
Age: unknown
Race: Ulven
Hair: Brown
Eyes: Orange and red eyes, His eyes turned red after his second encounter with the grey tides at the Onsallas outpost.
Occupation: Fights for the Vandregon army, And leads a task force for Vandregon called the Mermiden
Known Skills: Rage, Shield Expert, Armor Proficiency, Toughness (x2).
Birthplace: Under the full moon in the out lands in the Dread-fang’s former settlement .
Appearance: Dark underclothes, chain mail, and leather armor.
Notable Traits: Keeps to himself, and is very slow to covers with anyone regardless or race. Along with being slow to talk to anyone, he is less likely to trust anyone. He also has a strong hatred for the mordok. He yells and growls at his enemies (as all ulven seem to do).
Relationships: Mostly travels with his Mermiden,or just Rogar Shadow-Fang, and the Vandregon leader William.
Rumors: The origin on one rumor is unknown, but some think that dark storm clouds seem to follow Venator a crossed the land. As does the smell of burning forest.

UPDATE: Venator Oathkeeper was killed in Coalition’s battle against the undead Lich in December of the year 261. After struggling with the decision to pay the price that must be paid in order to activate the blade, he willingly sacrificing himself. After being the focus of a complicated ritual and contemplating his life and purpose, Venator channeled his life essence through a May’Kar Paladin blade to create a divine weapon strong enough to destroy the Lich. After reciting the power words to finish the ritual, Venator charged the Lich and fought it in melee combat. The Lich was no match for Venator’s skill with the blade and the Lich was struck and the spell activation complete. In a flash of blinding light and a thunderous boom the divine magic ripped through Venator’s body and completely destroyed the Lich, the following shockwave tearing through the energy holding the liches minions together and causing them to crumble. Through Venator’s sacrifice, the Lich was stopped and the undead plague on Mardrun destroyed before it truly began.

Bio:
Venator was born to the old pack Dread-fang, and was the son of the Dread-fang’s Chieftain Darius Dread-fang, Venator was trained at a young age in the art of combat and was trained to be skilled in all aspects of weapons and their uses, as well as excelling in physiological intimidation. Venator from birth was promised to the Oath-keeper brotherhood to uphold a blood oath to protect all the adjacent packs around his home by his father, he would join the oath-keeper brotherhood a group dedicated to the protection of those who can’t protect themselves, thus gave him the title Oath-keeper from then on he wasn’t a Dread-fang, rather a guardian. but as years went on he came to despise the packs he was guarding, but he knew his fathers oath would cause Venator to suffer the same fate if he were to break it. However Venator discovered a loop hole in the oath, he would need to let ALL the packs die off and then he would be rid of this burden. so when the pack feel under attack by a group of mordok he left them to die. However one of the pack leaders escaped and came to Venator’s father and explained what had happened. After hearing this Darius was furious and ordered under penalty of death to go and clear out the mordok. Venator planed for this; he tackled him through the wall in their hut. Blinded with fury he took his sword and was about to slit his throat when Venator’s mother intervened. Still blinded by rage Venator stabs her through the heart. Darius was shocked, and he calls for an honor duel with Venator. Their battle lasted only 3 minutes, Venator over powered Darius with his strength, and skill. Venator pressed Darius to the point of exhaustion. Darius could feel the exhaustion setting in he would loss. However he called the rest of the pack to defend him, and chased Venator out of the camp.

Months later Venator finds his pack’s new settlement. Still vengeful he waits till night fall then sets fire to the camp. Darius is enraged and calls out to Venator for revenge. His response and the last words Venator says to his father are ” Don’t worry Darius this is only the beginning to MY victory!”

“For weeks in my travels I have been followed by a very persistent human, with many annoying questions to ask me. At one point he had asked if I was dishonored for not having the honor of most ulven warriors? “this question annoyed and angered me, but I knew just as rat like him does, that he would surly ask me again till i answered.” I stared him down and answered his insignificant question “No i do not feel at all dishonored or cheated by that, is it good to be known and feared, but to not be know but remain that thought in the back of ones head that if they were to cross me… would they know? That is what i enjoy most…. now i know I’m not the greatest fighter at the least i can hold my own, but my mother did not just give me a sturdy body to wield a sword and shield, but a cunning mind to find ways of taking some of the pressure off.”

He looks at me with a confused look. “shall i explain further? Very well, a true fight is indeed partly won by being a better fighter than another, but if you could beat that better, stronger fighter before he even draws a sword, now that is something deadly. Its true that in battle truth is the first to die creating a grand deception that travels by the tongue of another till it has past through the minds of many. Its the mystery of not knowing, all ulven are taught this, and i sometimes wounder if humans are, to know thine enemies. Well what if they are a cloud of smoke and some were in it is something lurking, waiting, that you can not see?” “this is what keeps all those curious away… unless they have been told before by the one who knows the truth… which leads me to wounder why you are here following me?” Venator draws his weapon. “So…. were is the one who told you of me… and don’t try and run you’ll be lost out here for weeks before someone finds you… IF they find you… so human were is Darius Dread-fang!”

To long has the swamp been my home. From the time of my insurgence at the Long-fang camp and Onsallas outpost, and after all that happens I meet one as strange ulven as i have ever meet. He greeted me as a friend, and asked to speak to me in private. I had take 3 of my Mermiden and 10 Vandregon footmen to a village on the verge of being attacked by the Graytides. But i made time to speak to this ulven. To my honor he was one ulven i grew up with, and fought with. His pack was right next to my own as a child. He spoke with much the same tone as his father. “Venator. I know events to take place soon will cut this conversation short. The Graytides are making hast here, they will attack within the hour, but i needed to speak with you urgently.” He reminded me much of myself as a younger form, “I know what you have done, you’re past, you’re legacy is drenched in you’re own kins blood. Tell me do you still seek the last surviving Ulven?” Ever since i escaped the swamp with my life i had been fearing this day to come. As a younger me i sought to work on the shadows, but with my new duties i am not allowed that luxury. But this ulven has been kind enough not to be an executioner of my deeds, and he deserves an answer.
“(Sighs) I have but gave up on my search for my father. my time in the dirge has shown me that vain hatred and childish grudges will inevitably be my own destruction. Its been a decade since my insertion to the Oath-keepers and 2 years since i set out to destroy my kin. I have been to near to death than i would like. IN the swamp i thought the great wolf was trying to punish me. But through it all i have emerged… stronger… smarter… calmer, I have come to grips with the fact that my own vendetta is unsavory a quality for the Mermiden’s leader. It is obvious that Darius is all to good at running and hiding for me to try and pursue him all my life. Instead I have decided to disown this crusade of death, and with it I give up the title of Oath-keeper. Maybe in the future after i have given all i have, The Great Wolf will come to know my name, and return me to a Dread-fang, but a Dread-fang of honor and of legend.”. Rogar bursts into the clearing “Venator! we need to go now! The Graytides are over running us! this camp site is doomed we need to get the villagers to safety!”. “Agreed, gather Scarlet and Franklin along with the all the Vandregon we brought. Tell them to escort to warriors and their families to safety. Go now Rogar as you said there isn’t any time to waste.” I looked back to my associate “I hate to leave this conversation were it is, but my duties call for my attention.

Harlok Longfang, of Pack Longfang, Clanless, son of Hanseth Longfang. Harlok grew up in a small village that is connected to and protected by the nearby Ulven Onsallas Outpost, which borders the Ulven lands near the Dirge Swamp.

UPDATE: Harlok Longfang was killed in the Battle of Blackwolf Creek in March of the year 263. The warriors of Pack Longfang fulfilled an honor debt to Clan Stormjarl and helped defend their settlements and protect their warriors during the Clan Grimward invasion of the winter of the year 262. After months of skirmish fighting and retreating back to the main Clan Stormjarl settlement, the Pack Longfang warriors stayed to help protect the final remaining settlement. When Clan Grimward warriors launched an all out attack in March of 263, Pack Longfang warriors sacrificed their lives to defend the main route into the settlement and keep Clan Grimward from massacring the ill-equipped Stormjarl militia stationed nearby. With brutal and savage fighting raging for hours almost non-stop, Pack Longfang warriors were slaughtered almost completely. Only a handful of warriors were dragged back to the healers; the elite warriors of Pack Longfang were decimated.

Harlok gave his life in defense of the settlement after standing with his fellow warriors against numerous waves of organized Clan Grimward invaders. After going into a berserker rage and killing several warriors and maiming a handful of others, Harlok was dragged away from the fight and was to be captured by Clan Grimward. Refusing to be captured, Harlok flew into a final berserker rage and lashed out against any Grimward warrior close by. His final moments were that of being hacked and stabbed dozens of times as he pulled an enemy down and stabbed him to death with his dagger. Covered in gore, his body mangled and armor broken, Harlok died with a snarl on his face and a death grip on his scramasax.

Harlok’s father was in the party of warriors sent as support to the Dirge Swamp to assist Pack Blackwing. Pack Longfang then moved to the Onsallas Outpost village and has made it their permanent settlement. As a child, Harlok was destined for the path of the warrior. He excelled at combat and was tenacious, taking to the studies of battle and learning from the warriors stationed at the outpost. He reveled in combat but was not blinded by fury, he is calculating and skilled. He also understood that being a warrior does not always mean you have to fight; there are numerous duties a warrior must fulfill in defense of his Pack and settlement. He began to help defend the village and outpost at an early age of 15 and eventually joined in on the hunting parties that would explore parts of the swamp or leave and help other Ulven Packs.

Veera Longfang, Harlok’s older sister by 2 years and his only sibling, was being trained to become the next Witch to lead Pack Longfang. Mere days before she was to leave the village and continue her training at another settlement with the Clan’s High Priestess, the Mordok attacked Onsallas outpost in a much larger force than usual. There was brutal fight that took place at the outpost and inside the village when the Mordok punched through the perimeter and started raiding the homes. Harlok fought hard with his fellow warriors to repel the attack and they were eventually able to kill most of the Mordok before the rest retreated into the Dirge Swamp. Harlok was cut and bruised but would live, but his sister was not as fortunate. They found her impaled to a tree by a Mordok hunting spear with her throat chewed out and her entrails pulled from her body. A Mordok Shaman had hunted her out specifically and ritualistically killed her, to what end no one is sure. Seeking revenge for not only the loss of his own daughter but of the Pack’s future Witch, Hanseth Longfang called for aid from nearby packs and led a large war party of almost a hundred Ulven and followed the trail of the Mordok into the swamp. A week later, only about half of the Ulven returned but Hanseth brought back the severed head of not only the Mordok Shaman but also of an “Alpha”, or the Mordok tribe’s leader.

When Harlok turned 24 years old, he was assigned to a hunting party that had tracked a group of Mordok into the Dirge Swamp. The Mordok ambushed the hunting party and proved larger than expected. Out of the twenty Ulven hunters and warriors sent to attack the Mordok, the sole survivor was Harlok Longfang, who stumbled back to the perimeter of the outpost and collapsed, covered in blood and dirt. His armor was shattered and torn, he had great wounds that were infected, several bones were broken, and his tongue had been brutally cut out of his throat. He was never able to tell the story of exactly what happened and never will for he is now unable to speak. Harlok has grown very impatient and abrupt after years of trying to communicate and being frustrated with his inability to do so.

It took a long time for his wounds to heal, so Harlok began training and teaching younger Ulven growing up in the village near the outpost. He also took up numerous watch duties in the row of towers near the village. Then the colonists began to arrive on Mardrun and conflict had broken out with the first Ulven parties that scouted out the foreigners. Pack Longfang left Onsallas outpost and moved to repel the foreigners from another land. Harlok was involved in numerous skirmishes and several bloody battles, his long fangs helping to lend to the stories of the Ulven being “demons”. Harlok’s father was killed in a skirmish between his hunting party and a group of Syndar. When they retrieved his father’s body, they found him surrounded by the bodies of dead Syndar. There was a bitten off Syndar finger nearby which appeared to have belonged to the man who had killed Hanseth and survived for there was no corpse that the finger went to.

By the time the truce was established between the colonists and the Ulven, Harlok had seen plenty of combat and killed numerous colonists. He views the humans and Syndar as weak and pathetic, cowards for abandoning their homeland to the plague that afflicted Faedrun, but Harlok fully respects and abides by the truce. Any human or Syndar that is strong willed or proves themselves in battle alongside (or even against) the Ulven are respected by Harlok, but all others are treated indifferently or even coldly. Even 10 years of interaction, both hostile and not, has not tempered the edge of Harlok’s demeanor towards humans and Syndar as a whole. Since Harlok is unable to voice his opinions about the colonists, he has taken more of an aloof stance towards any that have not earned his respect. He tolerates them for now.

After the truce, Pack Longfang was sent to intervene and stop another Pack after reports of continued fighting reached them. They arrived just as Pack Graytide was killing a caravan of humans that had been traveling from Newhope. As the confrontation escalated into drawn steel, it ended quickly when Harlok cleaved the arm clean off at the elbow of Lycon Graytide, the Graytide’s hunting party leader. Although the Graytide leader would live, Lycon spat curses at the Longfangs and vowed to seek revenge.

Most of Pack Longfang returned to Onsallas Outpost but Harlok left to travel the area. Harlok is close friends with Kragen Bloodmoon and Azra Steelfang and they have battled Mordok together on numerous occasions. Longfang is the dominant family of Pack Longfang, and Pack Longfang is currently clanless.