“That a mere peasant child still can become their leader, show they are still in touch with their roots.”
Hûar Harkwald was born the 2nd child of a farmer couple, and spent his youth tending their few livestock and the fields. At winther he hunted for rare roots and took care of wild animals in need of aid.
His greatest act… are in fact… wait a tad… even as a lad…
He was grand… soon ‘Mossi brand…
Down The Rim… looking so grim… a mighty beast… wanted a feast…
Not frozen… nor lamed… it was tamed… hes so famed…
When in his early 40s he was on an exoedition down south, there he tamed a snowbeast of some sirt. And it was his tame pet for almost 170 years befor it died.
When he and his contingent is encountered, a odd but splendid sight meets the eye. All with warpaint as if their skin isbark, with ‘eyes’ allowing their inner energies to look and flow out. Mostly dressed in greenish and brownish wood, plant, cloth, leather, bone, antler and with wild looking helmets, and carrying enchanted crystal weapons. They are a sight one never forgets.
All travel and fight bare-footed, and never yells, scream or moans in melee. They simply swarm and in dead silence, delivering their gift of death from behind the netted helmets covering their faces. Which are done with a broad range of melee, ranged and missile weapons or Magic
Last Updated on 2021-08-01 by IoM-Christian