I am still staggering around trying to regain my senses. I have large empty spaces in my memory. (so hold your tongue, I'm doing the best I can). I don't remember my family name, their colors, their heraldry, their skills, or even the shape of my mother's face, but I do remember the last few days that I was "alive" in the northern most region of this world we inhabit.

The men of my tribe got together for the annual hunt for food. As we followed the herd, it headed over the mountains. Since I am the Barbarian and have such a forward leadership attitude, the tribe would travel with me being in the lead through the snow. As we were coming down the far side of the mountain, I stepped on a soft patch of snow and fell into a shallow crevice. Stranded for days I felt my senses diminishing and I fell into unconsciousness. All the time that I was aware of my surroundings I saw no signs of any kind of a search party or rescue mission.

As the seasons changed over the hundreds of years that I was frozen, the mountain shifted and I was thawed. After only a short time, I was strong enough to seek my revenge from the hunting party that had left me in the ice to die.

Seeking any sign of travel direction of the tribe or the herd, I have only clues of before I was abandoned. I decided to travel south. I found myself able to infiltrate into the Shire of Whispering Winds. I did this by curving my anger and hiding my revenge when I had my initial contacts with everybody in this area.

Now that I have a foothold in the Shire, I will continue to build my strength until I have terminated all of the heirs of the entire hunting party that left me to die.

Guildmaster of Barbarians, January 2002 - April 2005