Bjarn

Minotaur. / Barbarian

Submitted character story

You are the kind of barbarian who crossed the Blackfen and became the Quiet Strategist because rage alone saves no one. The child's lifeless eyes in that storm-lit mansion haunt every swing of your hammer and axe. You have already paid a price most heroes never face, and that cost makes you slower to charge but impossible to break. Tables will remember you as the one who turned grief into a wall nothing gets past.

Defining moment: He sees the decrepit old massion lighting flashing and the young child's lifeless eyes....the one he couldn't save from the village magistrate a wicked man

Already paid the price