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I, Madadh Snowstorm, now Lord Madadh Wolfsong, was born on a summer night when the moon was full and the summer wind blew softly. I was born the child of Sir Snowstorm who by birth was a Garhiem but due to marriage left his original province and came to Lenfald where his wife, my mother, Lady Summerborn of Lenfald, lived. They lived in the capital city of Lenfald, Stonewald. During my childhood, my parents decided that we would go to Garhiem for the winters to teach me how to survive the harsh winters in the mountains as well as the trades of the Garhim. In the north I learned how to fish and the value of swordplay. Throughout the winters my heart and inner strength grew strong. I spent the summers in the forests of Lenfald where my muscles were strengthened from years hauling lumber. I learned the gracefulness of Lenfald with a bow and how to hunt through any weather. As a boy, people said I demonstrated almost “unnatural” abilities in the trials I was put through. I could start a fire the fastest even when the wood was wet or with no wood at all. And in Lenfald my arrows almost seem to bend to hit the target. I knew then that I was unique.
Unfortunately, this happy childhood was not to last forever. At the age of 13, my parents caught a plague and passed away. The night they died, I left Stonewald, I sailed across Everlyn’s Tears Lake and ran away into the Wandering Woods. Lenfels who knew me condemned me dead. And eventually forgot about me.
Four years later, I appeared in a small little village that was being attacked by some Outlaws. The townsfolk say that like a ghost I ran from the Wandering Woods with arrows flying from my quiver. Outlaws started falling to my rain of death. After the arrows ran out I drew my sword and the Outlaws fought against me. Ten to one were my odds, yet I defeated them all. Witnesses say that it looked like wolves were circling me, attacking those who were against me, taking blows to protect me. The remaining Outlaws threw down their weapons and swore loyalty to me. I granted their request and the townsfolk accepted me as their lord.
Now I am called Lord Wolfsong (I adopted the name Wolfsong instead of Snowstorm due to the rumors that wolves protect me in battles). I am now 17 and I rule the small outpost of Cagar Tuath (Northern Whispers). I sent Howard Greenwyn to the High Lord of Lenfald’s castle where he pleaded for some men to help me defend this small village. In return for the men the High Lord made me a bounty hunter. I am supposed to send squadrons of soldiers after those who wrong the province of Lenfald and bring them to this town to face judgment. In Cagar Tuath they call me Lord Wolfsong, Warlock of Cagar Tuath. My soldiers are called the Wolfsclaw.
The years that I spent in the Wandering Woods are called Lord Wolfsong’s Lost Years. No one knows what happened to me in the forest. And all I have told them is “I will never forget what happened to me in the forest. I learned deep things about myself, I grew stronger, faster and wiser and the events that happened in there have made me who I am.” Some whisper that in the Wandering Woods, I met someone who helped me to survive… or something.
Written this day in the journal of
Lord Madadh Wolfsong
