The boy was big for his age, and strong. It was rare for one of the
rangers to take a boy on an expedition at thirteen this one was ten. One
boy, one man, and dangers of the Barren Highlands. The ranger had faced
raiding parties of ogres, wild minotaurs, and fifty-meter ice worms, but he
was not ready for the blizzard of the century rolling in after the spring
thaw. The two found shelter in a cramped recess in the ice, but as the
hours turned into days and weeks with no respite from the winds and snow,
their salvation became their prison. No help was on the way: their village,
hidden near the Wyvern Tower, had already begun mourning for the man and the
boy lost in the whiteout. The villagers were right that neither the boy nor
the man would return, but they would never see the grisly scene of a mangled
and chewed-on skeleton slowly decomposing in an icy cave. Nor would they
see the boy leaving that cave three months after his imprisonment, not
emaciated but well-fed and strong.
Description:
This man is about average height, but is built like a boulder. His upper
arms and thighs are enormous, though his heavy armor makes it hard to
accurately estimate his physique. His beefy neck extends out of his armor
like a turtle's head, wider even than the beard girding his chin. Frenzied
eyes gleam from his face with a wicked intelligence. You notice that
several of his teeth are filed to points.
