Paladius

Name:

Paladius

Race:

Barbarian

Class:

Warrior

I was born in the chaos of war and destruction. The time is but a shadow of a memory. I remember as a young child, my parents, my family, my tribe. Then the Ice Giants came and took everything that was my life. It became my lifequest to seek revenge against the Ice giants that slaughtered my tribe! I will take from them what they have taken from me.

Life. Kneeling on the blood covered snow, I pledged myself to Rallos Zek in exchange for revenge. For several years,

I survived alone with no tribe, on my own wits and strength.

I learned many things, and lost some as well, in the harsh snow plains. I learned to never underestimate an opponent.

My torn eye serves as a constant reminder. The tests of wind and cold have I passed. With every foe I slaughtered, it was an offering, in hopes that one day when the time came my time came in battle, I would be judged worthy to enter the realm of Rallos, away from this mortal land. This was before the

Great Merging, into what is now known as Halas. I eventually found others of my kind, and joined the Ice Giant War with

Geranel McVaxius, and helped in the overthrow of the accursed giant taskmasters and driving them back across the plains!

The taste of revenge was sweet and yet, I was unfulfilled.

And the sudden realization came to me that I would never regain what I lost, my family, my tribe. So I began my life anew.

I sought solace in the midst of battle and gore, the stench of death permeating the air and the screams of my foes, the only things familiar to me. I became a mercenary, a soldier, even a bodyguard. Anything to quench my savage bloodlust but it was never enough. And so my adventuring days began. My party and I were waylaid by a group of Ice Giants as we sought to explore the newly discovered depths of Permafrost. My comrades fought valiantly and in retaliation the giants collapsed the tunnel in which they in, thus killing them and us. The cowards!.

And as I shouted to Rallos that I was at last coming to join him, a voice spoke to me, "You will not be purged from the

Realm just yet, my warrior. Your usefulness has not ended yet." I found myself outside the cave, alone. It was then that I noticed I was unaffected by the cold winds. I felt no physical pain. From that point on, I never again felt the need to neither eat nor sleep. My mission was never made known to me, and so I wandered, trying to find what it was. I have fought in wars all over Antonica and even the land of the elves and the small folk, Faydwer. I have even traveled to far off lands, where scaled monsters ruled the lands with an iron grip so tight; the earth itself seemed to scream with anguish. I have bathed in the blood of many foes and still, this does not please Him. My mind wanders to do something more and so I still fight, not for bloodlust, but for Justice.

I have tried to right the wrongs on this land. I have helped those who cannot help themselves and defended the meek from the overpowering. And yet, my purpose is made unknown to me.

For how long I may never know.