In a daily war against the gods of Hate, he enters the abysmal domain of Innoruk in a fight for balance in Norrath. He comes to pray over his fallen brothers, to bring life unto the souls who are trapped within the walls of the vast plane.

He has come each day since the beckoning from his lord Rodcet Nife, to stare death in its eyes, to battle the fear that alone has cast many asunder. And in his hand he wields the Hammer of Butcherblock, an instrument of life and destruction that Handolmer swings in the name of glory - for his brothers... for his people of Norrath.

A figment of untouchable greatness,
Norrath knows his name as it is sung in the tales of legends.
He grants life to the souls of the fallen,
And battles that which cannot be seen by mortals.

His name shall be known as long as the great winds blow
through the great valleys of Norrath.

He is the Great Handolmer Fist,
Champion of Butcherblock