Hroar the Red

Hroar, warrior, Skald and loyal friend to many, would finally embark upon what would be the last raid of his life. There, upon a bloody battleground in village called Battleshire; he would last be seen laying into the defenders with wild abandon, a manical grin upon his face as he carved into the enemy.

What happened past this? None know. Some say he died a violent death that day, his corpse buried beneath comrade and foe alike, a violent end for a violent man.

Others still, say that he left the battlefield and sailed across the sea; and there in a land where nobody knew his name, he found peace and happiness, free from the violence and horror that had always plagued his life.

But one thing is certain. Hroar's tale, is finally at an end.