Einar

(Barbarian series) The wind howled a mournful dirge, a fitting soundtrack to Einar’s life. He tasted blood, not his own this time, and roared, a primal sound that echoed the fury churning within him. His axe, Bonebreaker, dripped crimson, each drop a reminder of the lives extinguished, lives he felt responsible for. Around him, his band of outcasts, a motley collection . misfits and broken souls, fought with a desperation that mirrored his own. They were outnumbered, their backs against the gnarly, windswept trees of the Blackwood Forest, facing a raiding party of the Iron Fang clan. The Iron Fangs, known for their brutality and bloodlust, wanted one thing: to carve out a piece of Einar’s territory. Einar, though, cared little for territory. He cared less for life itself. He was chasing oblivion, seeking solace in the chaotic ballet of battle. Each swing of Bonebreaker, each guttural cry, was a desperate attempt to silence the whispers of the dead that haunted him.