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Wolf became an echoing song of radiant pulsating light within the dark. Bending the will of those cold sanguine walls to a motive far beyond their intended purpose. The night the demons came, this little cub was dropped into the family's well by the last moments of love and what hasted protection his father could muster amongst the demonic assault upon Haggerfel. Trapped within the stone walls, a chamber of prophecy perhaps, but the mold within which this life and song would be formed. Forced to endure the reverberating sound of all that he loved tormented and silenced within a moons passing. Small in stature but great in heart, this village of dwarves was no match for the evil strength and lumbering malice the demonic horde possessed. But Wolf had enacted a resolution that morning, floating in the cold water. Never again would demons find courage to roam the dark like they had, never again wallowing in the freedom of anarchy and wreckless evil. They would now find the night carried a song that would blind their eyes, deafen their ears, and wrench their misbegotten existence from their master's hands. Wolf grew strong on his resolve, claiming the path of sword and song, in the mist and sun of the mountains, and the deepest shadows of night, the Skald grew in victorious strides. Upon his 50th season within the lands of Midgard, this life-creed took him to the place where the ravens dare not fly, where night loses all sanity, the hell-torn portals of Darkness Falls. With a speed and skill beyond the flinch, vanquishing all familiars, Lords, and the many of Legion. There lay the final open door to which Wolf knew not his destination. But through love, hope, courage, of which many songs are song, to the justice deserved by the innocent, Wolf stepped through and awoke in the sands of Stygia. A realm vastly unlike his beloved Midgard, he arose to challenge the heart of the deepest dark..these snakes and scorpions that dare call themselves gods...