Creed saberwolf

Human / Barbarian

Submitted character story

You're the defender who moves through the Blackfen and waits like The Quiet Strategist because survival demands it. What brought you back wasn't hope but the faces of your tribe at the winter feast before the dragon came. You protect strangers now because you couldn't protect them then, and that guilt weighs heavier than any weapon. Tables will remember you as the barbarian who turned grief into an unshakable wall between the innocent and the dark.

Defining moment: The memory of celebrating the winter solstice with my tribe of barbarians and the Wood elves and a few of our companions mountain dwarves that we trade with, suddenly, we're ambushed a horde, an army of orcs goblins and trolls led by a black dragon it happened so quickly. I was knocked unconscious before I can even help. And when I came through my friends, my family, my comrades were dead or dying. I live with that guilt. It haunts me. I made a promise to avenge my family, the wood elves and the mountain dwarves they were friends and deserve better than to be ambushed by cowards

Can't stop helping strangers