My name is Armand The Barbarian. I have barbaric ways though I am not ruthless. I have learned to fight as my father before me and his father before him. I have fought for food, for land, and clothes.

I was born in 1226 by my father, who was a barbarian, and my mother, who was a slave. They married and I was conceived. I learned the ways of my father but was never ruthless unless in battle.

I am here in Whispering Winds because of a battle that took place in my homeland. In battle, I was badly wounded. Both my mother and father were killed. Myself being wounded, I found shelter in a nearby cave. This cave was unknown to me and my kinsmen.

I awoke to find myself in Whispering Winds surrounded by strange faces with my wound completely healed.

The people are nice and I find myself trusting them completely. If and when I fight in battle now, it will be for the safety of my new kinsmen.

Unphotographed

Kismet
Tilk
Tyrgos