"Spirits of the Frost"
Hakeshar Iceshard
Tarrew Marr

Story by
Tigeress Fierceheart

he frozen wind swooped down upon him with the fierceness of a hawk, chilling him to the bones. Looking down at his spirit companion, he felt a moment of envy, knowing his friend could not be truly harmed in any way. The snow cleared, allowing Hakeshar his first view of his homeland in many, many years.

The fierce shaman had journeyed many months, days blurring from one to the next, driven by his unconscious need to return home with only the safety of his spirit companion, his personal gift of the Tribunal, to ward off the beasts and hunters, cold and hunger as he traveled for it was the call of
the Tribunal itself that drove him.

"Whatya for, there, stra'ga?" shouted the posted sentry.

"I am Hakeshar Iceshard, returning to my homeland." The blonde-haired barbarian replied as he stepped up to the sentry, gripping his spear tightly. "I bid thee step aside or hasten my course but tally me no further or risk my wraith."

"Ar' ya kno? Well, whatdaya waitin' fer?" the sentry grumbled, pointing out the shortest route recently cleared through the mountain passes.

The roar of the well-tended firepots told Hakeshar they were finally home. The guards of the mountain pass leading to the village tensed until his face cleared the shadow of the peak. Clapping him on the back, they welcomed him with talk of wars and the strange change in the migration of the antelope.
He nodded and motioned them back. With fist clenched tight, he shouted...

"It is I, Hakeshar Iceshard, as you have summoned."

Lightening flashed out of the clear sky, enveloping the shaman and his companion in streaking jets of electricity and then he was gone...

Hakeshar Iceshard walks the endless peaks of Everfrost on the Tarrew Marr server.