I am a Warrior, the first of my kind. I was called by the fire God whom spoke in my mind.
He said I should take up his flames, for revenge against the Snow Queen. She slew my people and enslaved them, so I accepted the fire God's gift, and wielded a power unseen.
Now all that is left is to kill her chosen one, Vordreth. To do, that one must find and become on with ultimate death.
When the time arises, I will take up my lord's will. And I shall sever the Queen of Snow's head, and take it as my trophy kill.
Until then, I am my people's defender, I am the shield that blocks the blow, the sword that slays. I was a prince once, but that empire is long but forgotten in the wind's ways.
Now my soldier's, take up sword, shield, mace and axe, strike the drum, raise the flag, and sound the horn. For we are warriors...this is why we are born.