(Heheh. I suppose I'll make a basic introductory post, as a man of the dread lands, maybe spice a bit of history in there, that can be removed. No story involvement other than to introduce the character.)<br/><br/>The scorched terrace of the dread lands looked almost crimson in the glare of the rising sun, a fitting setting for the remnants of darkness, Grimwauld had thought, as he moved through the scourged area with a grim expression. Grimwauld was seven feet of hardened muscle, forged of the raiding, in-fighting, and other problems that the fall of Solomon Drake had brought. His skin was a dark ebony, though, contrary to the consistent belief of the lesser folk, it was not due to the scorching sun, simply his natural tone. Grimwauld wore plated armor of the high forges from Groubdin, one of the few things that continued being made with the lack of order. The plate was coal black, double layered underneath with mail to defend against...well...the dread lands. He carried both a warhammer in one hand, and a greataxe in the other, using solely the bulk of his muscle to use the weapon simultaneously. His face was unarmored, showing the blackened dreadlocks that hung freely from his head. Grimwauld paced silently, seemingly just to take a walk in the dread lands.