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First Name : Faelin
Middle Name: Azil
Last Name : Masgar
Nickname[s] : Fae or Linny
Pronunciation: FAY-lin AZ-zill MACE-gar
Age: 25
Date of Birth: 8th month, 22nd day
Time of Birth: 11:08 AM
Place Of Birth: Sun CourtZodiac Sign: Leo
Element: Fire
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Hetero
Relationship Status: Open
Crush: None
Species: Human
Abilities: Berserker
Appearance:
Complexion: Dark tan
Hair Color: Brown
Hair Length: Shoulder
Hair Style: Shaggy
Facial Features: Short beard
Eye Color: Hazel
Body Type: Bulky; muscled
Height: 6'3"
Weight: Between 175 and 200 lbs
Foot Size: 11
Blood Type: AB
Markings/ Imperfections: A scar through left eyebrow
Apparel: Silk shirt, leather jerkin, trousers, sturdy boots, he also wears a silver amulet on a leather thong of the symbol of Thor's hammer
Personality: Faelin is a hard working, generous, chivalrous, caring, warm and very faithful man who enjoys company and festive occasions where there is lots of drinking and music. But, when the rage hits him, all of his good qualities are lost. All he sees is red and all he feels is an intense fire within that brings about an overwhelming desire to smash heads.
Habits: Keeping his duchy in order and staying abreast of all occurrences within the provinces of he oversees; regular exerciseHobbies: Adding on to his home; hunting and fishing; running with his dogsLikes: Reading; hunting; partiesDislikes: Laziness; boredom; idiots Disabilities: His berserker rages
Fears: Not being there to protect his familyLife Philosophy: I would rather die on my feet, than live on my kneesMotto: See life philosophy Skills: Strong archer, wrestler and swimmer
History: Faelin was a normal boy until he reached the age of 16, when an older woman, a witch, cursed him because he wouldn't accept her romantic advances. The curse left the lad with uncontrollable rages, a berserker, like the heroes of old Norse legend. Because of his rages he was unable to continue school and his family could not handle him. Faelin was sent away to live with an uncle who was a psychologist and a mage. His uncle, Raemond, made for him an amulet that would help Faelin keep the rages at bay. Whenever he took it off, or forgot it, then there was no telling when a rage would occur.
Race/Ethnicity: Human/Pacific Islander
Family: Kai Masgar (father, deceased); Rebeka Masgar (mother); Shimna Masgar (sister) Mater Masgar (Shimna's son)
Occupation: Duke
Residency: Masgar Manor
Religion: Pagan
Political Views: Conservative
Accent: American
Education: Basic high school
Finances: Independently wealthy. Owns a logging business.
Belongings: A large castle built by his family many centuries ago; horses; hounds
Middle Name: Azil
Last Name : Masgar
Nickname[s] : Fae or Linny
Pronunciation: FAY-lin AZ-zill MACE-gar
Age: 25
Date of Birth: 8th month, 22nd day
Time of Birth: 11:08 AM
Place Of Birth: Sun CourtZodiac Sign: Leo
Element: Fire
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Hetero
Relationship Status: Open
Crush: None
Species: Human
Abilities: Berserker
Appearance:
Complexion: Dark tan
Hair Color: Brown
Hair Length: Shoulder
Hair Style: Shaggy
Facial Features: Short beard
Eye Color: Hazel
Body Type: Bulky; muscled
Height: 6'3"
Weight: Between 175 and 200 lbs
Foot Size: 11
Blood Type: AB
Markings/ Imperfections: A scar through left eyebrow
Apparel: Silk shirt, leather jerkin, trousers, sturdy boots, he also wears a silver amulet on a leather thong of the symbol of Thor's hammer
Personality: Faelin is a hard working, generous, chivalrous, caring, warm and very faithful man who enjoys company and festive occasions where there is lots of drinking and music. But, when the rage hits him, all of his good qualities are lost. All he sees is red and all he feels is an intense fire within that brings about an overwhelming desire to smash heads.
Habits: Keeping his duchy in order and staying abreast of all occurrences within the provinces of he oversees; regular exerciseHobbies: Adding on to his home; hunting and fishing; running with his dogsLikes: Reading; hunting; partiesDislikes: Laziness; boredom; idiots Disabilities: His berserker rages
Fears: Not being there to protect his familyLife Philosophy: I would rather die on my feet, than live on my kneesMotto: See life philosophy Skills: Strong archer, wrestler and swimmer
History: Faelin was a normal boy until he reached the age of 16, when an older woman, a witch, cursed him because he wouldn't accept her romantic advances. The curse left the lad with uncontrollable rages, a berserker, like the heroes of old Norse legend. Because of his rages he was unable to continue school and his family could not handle him. Faelin was sent away to live with an uncle who was a psychologist and a mage. His uncle, Raemond, made for him an amulet that would help Faelin keep the rages at bay. Whenever he took it off, or forgot it, then there was no telling when a rage would occur.
Race/Ethnicity: Human/Pacific Islander
Family: Kai Masgar (father, deceased); Rebeka Masgar (mother); Shimna Masgar (sister) Mater Masgar (Shimna's son)
Occupation: Duke
Residency: Masgar Manor
Religion: Pagan
Political Views: Conservative
Accent: American
Education: Basic high school
Finances: Independently wealthy. Owns a logging business.
Belongings: A large castle built by his family many centuries ago; horses; hounds
First Name : Dallas
Middle Name: Miakoda
Last Name : Lightfeather
Nickname[s] : Dalla, Mia
Pronunciation: Dal-las Mi-a-ko-da Light-feather
Age: 20
Apparent Age: 20
Date of Birth: 4/21
Time of Birth: 4 AM
Place Of Birth: Shobellan Village
Zodiac Sign: Taurus
Element: Earth
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Hetero
Relationship Status: Open
Crush: Open
Species: Werewolf
Abilities: superhuman strength; speed; agility; change to full wolf
Appearance
Complexion: Medium
Hair Color: Black
Hair Length: Shoulder
Hair Style: Loose waves
Facial Features: Has a small mole on right upper lip
Eye Color: Silver
Body Type: curvy; athletic
Height: 5'9"
Weight: 145lbs
Foot Size: 9
Blood Type: B+
Markings/ Imperfections: Various scratches and claw marks all over body; Dream catcher tattoo on left bicep
Apparel: tunic; slender black pants; brown leather belt; silver feather earrings; silver pendent necklace; black stetson; black boots
Wolf:
Personality: Mia's bit wild and can have a bit of an attitude at times, but for the most part she's friendly. She tends toward independence, she likes to roam, and loves a good fight; she would make a good sentinel in a pack. She likes to learn new things of interest, she's artistic, and knows how to enjoy the finer things in life like good food and drink. Habits: she works out regularly; Hobbies: making jewelry
Likes: running; having a good time; music; dancing
Dislikes: being bored; messes and disorder in her personal environment
Disabilities: doesn't always know how to watch her tongue
Fears: death
Life Philosophy: Seize the day
Motto: see life philosophy
Skills: hand to hand combat; use of a knife; throwing darts
History: Dallas and her brother Austin were raised by their grandmother who was a medicine woman. While Austin took to the teaching in herbs, Dallas didn't much care for it. She ran away from home at 14 and roamed with a group of young wolves who liked to party, break into homes and rob caravans. Eventually Dallas left that pack, realizing it wasn't a good fit for her, and became a renegade.
Race/Ethnicity: American Indian
Family: Austin (brother); grandmother, mother and father all deadWhich pack are you in: N/A
Role in Pack: N/A
Residency: Forest
Political Views: Indifferent
Accent: American
Belongings: Her clothes, her weapons, some jewelry
Middle Name: Miakoda
Last Name : Lightfeather
Nickname[s] : Dalla, Mia
Pronunciation: Dal-las Mi-a-ko-da Light-feather
Age: 20
Apparent Age: 20
Date of Birth: 4/21
Time of Birth: 4 AM
Place Of Birth: Shobellan Village
Zodiac Sign: Taurus
Element: Earth
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Hetero
Relationship Status: Open
Crush: Open
Species: Werewolf
Abilities: superhuman strength; speed; agility; change to full wolf
Appearance
Complexion: Medium
Hair Color: Black
Hair Length: Shoulder
Hair Style: Loose waves
Facial Features: Has a small mole on right upper lip
Eye Color: Silver
Body Type: curvy; athletic
Height: 5'9"
Weight: 145lbs
Foot Size: 9
Blood Type: B+
Markings/ Imperfections: Various scratches and claw marks all over body; Dream catcher tattoo on left bicep
Apparel: tunic; slender black pants; brown leather belt; silver feather earrings; silver pendent necklace; black stetson; black boots
Wolf:
Personality: Mia's bit wild and can have a bit of an attitude at times, but for the most part she's friendly. She tends toward independence, she likes to roam, and loves a good fight; she would make a good sentinel in a pack. She likes to learn new things of interest, she's artistic, and knows how to enjoy the finer things in life like good food and drink. Habits: she works out regularly; Hobbies: making jewelry
Likes: running; having a good time; music; dancing
Dislikes: being bored; messes and disorder in her personal environment
Disabilities: doesn't always know how to watch her tongue
Fears: death
Life Philosophy: Seize the day
Motto: see life philosophy
Skills: hand to hand combat; use of a knife; throwing darts
History: Dallas and her brother Austin were raised by their grandmother who was a medicine woman. While Austin took to the teaching in herbs, Dallas didn't much care for it. She ran away from home at 14 and roamed with a group of young wolves who liked to party, break into homes and rob caravans. Eventually Dallas left that pack, realizing it wasn't a good fit for her, and became a renegade.
Race/Ethnicity: American Indian
Family: Austin (brother); grandmother, mother and father all deadWhich pack are you in: N/A
Role in Pack: N/A
Residency: Forest
Political Views: Indifferent
Accent: American
Belongings: Her clothes, her weapons, some jewelry
Name: Endellion
Age: 30
Race: Beast Enchanter
Power: Can summon beasts to himself through power of his mind enhanced by a talisman he wears about his neck.
Appearance:
Rank: Lord
Personality: Enigmatic, fierce, truthful, loyal
Likes: Hunting, sparring, swimming
Companion: Muna [tiger]
Age: 30
Race: Beast Enchanter
Power: Can summon beasts to himself through power of his mind enhanced by a talisman he wears about his neck.
Appearance:
Rank: Lord
Personality: Enigmatic, fierce, truthful, loyal
Likes: Hunting, sparring, swimming
Companion: Muna [tiger]
First Name : Yazvir
Middle Name: None
Last Name : Teken'ani
Nickname[s] : Yaz
Pronunciation: Yaz-veer Tek-Kin-An-ee
Real Age: 75
Apparent Age: Twenties
Date of Birth: Unknown
Time of Birth: Unknown
Place Of Birth: The caverns of the drow
Zodiac Sign: Pieces
Element: Water
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Hetero
Relationship Status: Open
Crush: Open
Species: Drow/Moon Elf
Abilities: some magic; use of weapons; speed; agility
Appearance:
Complexion: Obsidian
Hair Color: Frosty white
Hair Length: Chest
Hair Style: Curly when loose but often worn in a long braid
Facial Features: Has the pinched features of most elves; his face is handsome (some would say) and clear for the most part save a scar that runs from cheek to chin on his right side
Eye Color: Silver
Body Type: Lean and muscled
Height: 5'10"
Weight: Between 130 and 155lbs
Foot Size: Unknown
Blood Type: Unknown
Markings/ Imperfections: Has the scar on the right side of his face running from cheek to chin
Apparel: His armor consists of a dark metal plate with the etching of a blooming white rose in the breast, the sigil of the elven house in which he was raised. Outside of his armor he wears form fitted trousers of supple leather; a loose fitted tunic with a mithril shirt underneath; a sword belt; a black hooded cloak; tall black boots; an enchanted ring of silver and tourmaline; black gauntlets
Personality: Yazvyr is innately quiet and wary of most.. He is a learned elf having been taught under the best masters, he especially enjoys learning new fighting techniques and magic. He has a love (some might say a lust) for beautiful things and often likes to be surrounded by such. He can sometimes be proud and vain, especially in his ability to wield a sword or his conjuring. He is a bit of a drinker and tends to indulge in elven wines to excess. He is also an avid dancer and musician. Habits: Staying active and physically in shape, honing his skills with the sword
Hobbies: swordplay; horseback riding; hunting; playing music; dancing
Likes: star watching; the sea; cave exploring; listening to music
Dislikes: Direct sunlight; unnecessary brutality; seeing others abused
Disabilities: is incapacitated by bright sun light and cannot withstand it for more than a few minutes
Fears: Being forced into bondage in the underworld like his father
Life Philosophy: Do what you will, but hurt none
Motto: It's now or never
Skills: Some magical ability though it is very basic; use of sword and dagger; communication with animals
History: When Yazvyr's parents, a young priestess and her male lover, escaped the terrors of the Underdark, leaving the worship of the Spider Goddess in exchange for the Dark Maiden, they were hunted down by savage drow warriors, at the order of the matron of the house Teken'ani, and their bodies left as carrion for vultures. But before their capture and subsequent demise the fruit of their union, a tiny infant boy, was left in a glade in the realm of the high elves. The squalling babe was eventually discovered by a princess of the high elves out with her hunting party. "His name is Yazvyr of the House Teken'ani." The princess read on the note that was pinned to the babe's swaddling clothes. Being quite merciful, for there had always been contention between the drow and the sylvan elves, the princess placed the boy into the care of Aoril Naarga, a elven knight, and it was in Aoril's care that Yazvyr grew up and was raised in the way of the high elves. Because of the curse of the drow, young Yazvyr was incapable of going out in direct sun for long so he was always kept shielded in a long dark cloak and hood. As Yazvyr aged he in time proved himself to be a very skilled swordsman, and was later knighted into the service of the high elven king.
Race/Ethnicity: Drow/Moon Elf
Family: Aoril Naarga (foster father); Ni'shi (foster sister); Fromel (foster brother)
Residency:
Political Views: He hates war and would rather dwell in peace, but he understands that war is sometimes necessary, and he is willing to lay down his life for his liege.
Accent: Lilt of the forest elves
Belongings: A long sword; a short, curved dagger; an enchanted silver and tourmaline ring that wards off mind reading and most entrapment spells; the mithril shirt he wears is also enchanted and protects him from most magical attacks and physical ones; his silver plate armor; his horse Moonbow
Middle Name: None
Last Name : Teken'ani
Nickname[s] : Yaz
Pronunciation: Yaz-veer Tek-Kin-An-ee
Real Age: 75
Apparent Age: Twenties
Date of Birth: Unknown
Time of Birth: Unknown
Place Of Birth: The caverns of the drow
Zodiac Sign: Pieces
Element: Water
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Hetero
Relationship Status: Open
Crush: Open
Species: Drow/Moon Elf
Abilities: some magic; use of weapons; speed; agility
Appearance:
Complexion: Obsidian
Hair Color: Frosty white
Hair Length: Chest
Hair Style: Curly when loose but often worn in a long braid
Facial Features: Has the pinched features of most elves; his face is handsome (some would say) and clear for the most part save a scar that runs from cheek to chin on his right side
Eye Color: Silver
Body Type: Lean and muscled
Height: 5'10"
Weight: Between 130 and 155lbs
Foot Size: Unknown
Blood Type: Unknown
Markings/ Imperfections: Has the scar on the right side of his face running from cheek to chin
Apparel: His armor consists of a dark metal plate with the etching of a blooming white rose in the breast, the sigil of the elven house in which he was raised. Outside of his armor he wears form fitted trousers of supple leather; a loose fitted tunic with a mithril shirt underneath; a sword belt; a black hooded cloak; tall black boots; an enchanted ring of silver and tourmaline; black gauntlets
Personality: Yazvyr is innately quiet and wary of most.. He is a learned elf having been taught under the best masters, he especially enjoys learning new fighting techniques and magic. He has a love (some might say a lust) for beautiful things and often likes to be surrounded by such. He can sometimes be proud and vain, especially in his ability to wield a sword or his conjuring. He is a bit of a drinker and tends to indulge in elven wines to excess. He is also an avid dancer and musician. Habits: Staying active and physically in shape, honing his skills with the sword
Hobbies: swordplay; horseback riding; hunting; playing music; dancing
Likes: star watching; the sea; cave exploring; listening to music
Dislikes: Direct sunlight; unnecessary brutality; seeing others abused
Disabilities: is incapacitated by bright sun light and cannot withstand it for more than a few minutes
Fears: Being forced into bondage in the underworld like his father
Life Philosophy: Do what you will, but hurt none
Motto: It's now or never
Skills: Some magical ability though it is very basic; use of sword and dagger; communication with animals
History: When Yazvyr's parents, a young priestess and her male lover, escaped the terrors of the Underdark, leaving the worship of the Spider Goddess in exchange for the Dark Maiden, they were hunted down by savage drow warriors, at the order of the matron of the house Teken'ani, and their bodies left as carrion for vultures. But before their capture and subsequent demise the fruit of their union, a tiny infant boy, was left in a glade in the realm of the high elves. The squalling babe was eventually discovered by a princess of the high elves out with her hunting party. "His name is Yazvyr of the House Teken'ani." The princess read on the note that was pinned to the babe's swaddling clothes. Being quite merciful, for there had always been contention between the drow and the sylvan elves, the princess placed the boy into the care of Aoril Naarga, a elven knight, and it was in Aoril's care that Yazvyr grew up and was raised in the way of the high elves. Because of the curse of the drow, young Yazvyr was incapable of going out in direct sun for long so he was always kept shielded in a long dark cloak and hood. As Yazvyr aged he in time proved himself to be a very skilled swordsman, and was later knighted into the service of the high elven king.
Race/Ethnicity: Drow/Moon Elf
Family: Aoril Naarga (foster father); Ni'shi (foster sister); Fromel (foster brother)
Residency:
Political Views: He hates war and would rather dwell in peace, but he understands that war is sometimes necessary, and he is willing to lay down his life for his liege.
Accent: Lilt of the forest elves
Belongings: A long sword; a short, curved dagger; an enchanted silver and tourmaline ring that wards off mind reading and most entrapment spells; the mithril shirt he wears is also enchanted and protects him from most magical attacks and physical ones; his silver plate armor; his horse Moonbow
Name: Harolin
Age: 25
Race: Barbarian
Appearance:
Personality: Cunning, daring, loyal
History: A former military leader who was captured in battle and taken as a slave.
Age: 25
Race: Barbarian
Appearance:
Personality: Cunning, daring, loyal
History: A former military leader who was captured in battle and taken as a slave.
First Name : Austin
Middle Name: Nashoba
Last Name : Lightfeather
Nickname[s] : None
Pronunciation: Aw-stin Na-sho-ba Light-feather
Age: 24
Apparent Age: 24
Date of Birth: 11/21
Time of Birth: Early morning
Place Of Birth: A village in human territory
Zodiac Sign: Sagittarius
Element: Water
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Hetero
Relationship Status: Open
Crush: Open
Species: Werewolf
Abilities: Superhuman strength, speed and agility; shape change to full wolf; pain transference; memory transference; use of healing herbs; hand to hand combat
Appearance:
Complexion: Dark
Hair Color: Black
Hair Length: Waist
Hair Style: Loose, straight
Facial Features: See appearance
Eye Color: Brown
Body Type: Lean muscle
Height: 6'0"
Weight: Between 175lbs and 225lbs
Foot Size: 11
Blood Type: B+
Markings/ Imperfections: Various tattoos on both arms; he has piercings in ear and nose
Apparel: See appearance
Wolf:
Personality: Austin is a lively fellow who is always laughing, looking for a good time and will talk to almost anyone. When he isn't partying, he's studying his grandmother's books on herbal remedies and using what he has learned for healing. He loves nature, prefers to end conflicts by peaceful means; and when it comes to love, he is open to whatever may come his way.
Habits: Keeping up with his practice of herbalism
Hobbies: Leather and bead work; making charms
Likes: Hunting; leather and bead work; charm making; carousing with good companions; meeting new people
Dislikes: Conflict; vampires
Disabilities: Vulnerable to silver
Fears: Death
Life Philosophy: Do unto others as you would have them do unto you.
Motto: Do unto others...
Skills: Magical healing; hand to hand combat; tracking prey; living off the land
History: When Austin was but a boy his grandmother, the village medicine woman, taught him and his sister Dallas everything that she knew. Austin took to the teaching more than his sister did and stuck with it for the long haul. When his sister ran away from home to join some pack of rogues, Austin was devastated; he loved her but knew that she was incredibly strong willed and wouldn't come back even if he begged. So, he remained with his grandmother and learned, and when it finally came time for him to move on, he did and roamed alone. During this time of peace, the races freely mingled, and Austin found himself spending time among the elves. He met a she elf who was quite skilled in the herb craft and he took up with her, learning everything that she was willing to teach him. When Austin felt he had worn out his welcome, he moved on again and joined up with a traveling caravan of street performers. These humans ranged from town to town, village to village performing daring feats and faux magic tricks for coin. Austin took to making charms out of herbs and selling them in little pouches worn about the neck that would keep all sorts of maladies at bay. None of his human companions, though, know that he is wolf.
Race/Ethnicity: American Indian
Family: Dallas (sister); Mavis (grandmother); Mother and father both dead
Which pack are you in: None
Role in Pack: None
Residency: Where ever the wind takes him
Political Views: Indifferent
Accent: American
Belongings: His clothes; his herbs; a few weapons
Transportation: Wolf, feet
Middle Name: Nashoba
Last Name : Lightfeather
Nickname[s] : None
Pronunciation: Aw-stin Na-sho-ba Light-feather
Age: 24
Apparent Age: 24
Date of Birth: 11/21
Time of Birth: Early morning
Place Of Birth: A village in human territory
Zodiac Sign: Sagittarius
Element: Water
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Hetero
Relationship Status: Open
Crush: Open
Species: Werewolf
Abilities: Superhuman strength, speed and agility; shape change to full wolf; pain transference; memory transference; use of healing herbs; hand to hand combat
Appearance:
Complexion: Dark
Hair Color: Black
Hair Length: Waist
Hair Style: Loose, straight
Facial Features: See appearance
Eye Color: Brown
Body Type: Lean muscle
Height: 6'0"
Weight: Between 175lbs and 225lbs
Foot Size: 11
Blood Type: B+
Markings/ Imperfections: Various tattoos on both arms; he has piercings in ear and nose
Apparel: See appearance
Wolf:
Personality: Austin is a lively fellow who is always laughing, looking for a good time and will talk to almost anyone. When he isn't partying, he's studying his grandmother's books on herbal remedies and using what he has learned for healing. He loves nature, prefers to end conflicts by peaceful means; and when it comes to love, he is open to whatever may come his way.
Habits: Keeping up with his practice of herbalism
Hobbies: Leather and bead work; making charms
Likes: Hunting; leather and bead work; charm making; carousing with good companions; meeting new people
Dislikes: Conflict; vampires
Disabilities: Vulnerable to silver
Fears: Death
Life Philosophy: Do unto others as you would have them do unto you.
Motto: Do unto others...
Skills: Magical healing; hand to hand combat; tracking prey; living off the land
History: When Austin was but a boy his grandmother, the village medicine woman, taught him and his sister Dallas everything that she knew. Austin took to the teaching more than his sister did and stuck with it for the long haul. When his sister ran away from home to join some pack of rogues, Austin was devastated; he loved her but knew that she was incredibly strong willed and wouldn't come back even if he begged. So, he remained with his grandmother and learned, and when it finally came time for him to move on, he did and roamed alone. During this time of peace, the races freely mingled, and Austin found himself spending time among the elves. He met a she elf who was quite skilled in the herb craft and he took up with her, learning everything that she was willing to teach him. When Austin felt he had worn out his welcome, he moved on again and joined up with a traveling caravan of street performers. These humans ranged from town to town, village to village performing daring feats and faux magic tricks for coin. Austin took to making charms out of herbs and selling them in little pouches worn about the neck that would keep all sorts of maladies at bay. None of his human companions, though, know that he is wolf.
Race/Ethnicity: American Indian
Family: Dallas (sister); Mavis (grandmother); Mother and father both dead
Which pack are you in: None
Role in Pack: None
Residency: Where ever the wind takes him
Political Views: Indifferent
Accent: American
Belongings: His clothes; his herbs; a few weapons
Transportation: Wolf, feet
Age: 23
Race: Barbarian
Appearance: Stands over 6 ft, shaggy blond hair, green eyes, fair complexion. Wears animal skins and pelts, light armor, gauntlets. Wears his long hair either loose or pulled back with a leather thong, boots, no jewelry - just a necklace made of jet and onyx.
Personality: Brave, aggressive, chivalric, adventurous
Brief History: Born at the foot of ancient snowcapped mountains in a little village located near a broad, rushing river, Druk is the eldest son of chieftain Filurn and his wife Glohaen. In order to prove himself a man and one day lead the clan, Druk has been sent out into the world to roam the land and find out just how strong he is. He can bring only the things that he needs: a few change of clothes, his weapons, his horse and his trusted dog, Ferg. The challenge is to last 180 days out there in the wild and come back home with a story to tell, one of bravery and great adventure. Will Druk be successful or will he fail? Only the gods know.
Ferg, a wolf-hybrid: https://i.pinimg.com/564x/be/51/ff/be...
Trush, a shaggy mare: https://i.pinimg.com/564x/21/2a/2b/21...