Brakus Calab, knight, soldier, and now mercenary. A man of consumate honor and devotion to justice. How far he had fallen from the days of glory he once had in the city of Chazzan. Battle placed no fear in the heart of a veteran of so many battles, yet he had walked out of the proud tradition of his family, his home, in order to fight where he thought he should. Having left what he knew behind, he entered a colder world, full of intrigue, lust, and wrath with only his honor to guide him.<br/><br/>Brakus approached the Camp of Coalition Commander Hazzit Hru, a mighty half-orc renowned for his feats of impossible valor at the siege of Ambrosian Heights, where he single handedly defeated the commander of the Tyrian Wyvern Cavalry. There was an intense hush about the place as soldiers were preparing to march upon the strategically vital Riverdane, upon the banks of the river Albrashtor.<br/><br/>Brakus, along with about ten other men as strong as they were ugly, had been offered a few days work as reconnisance for the offensive of Riverdane and to supplement the troops where need be. All he had do was find the commander and explore his new surroundings, he was going to be here for a while.