Tundra Character Bio

The Runes of the Arctic Gods protect this missive. If the opener of this scroll be not for whom it is intended, King URSUS FROST of Arctos, then the Winter's Curse be upon you for your trespass!

Father,

To our Arctic gods I pray your health has improved and Arctos prospers in my absence. My warriors and I have arrived safely, but I fear I bear ill tidings. I have seen with my own eyes that the warning sent from the Order was as just and true as the venerable North Wind.

There are a great many rifts here. Curse the vile animals that come forth from them! Orcs, ogres, and other creatures far more troublesome tumble forth like ice boulders in an avalanche. One here, a hu-man they call Maximilian, described their number as "butte lodes," a phrase I take to mean they number as countless as the gems in the bosom of the hallowed Peaks of Arctos.

The Unchained will not live in concord with us. I assure you I have tried, and I continue to try, to demand acquiescence from these baleful creatures, but they will not stand down and obey my decrees. Perhaps I have yet to find one smart or sane enough to listen.

Even though I have led many of our people in battle before, I am troubled by the destruction I see here. This is not a mere skirmish; it is a war. The price of war is blood, both orc and grizzly, and as the Oathkeeper, it may someday be mine. Whatever fate the Arctic Gods have in store for me, I hope I meet it with the comportment with which you have conducted your reign, Father.

Please give my love to Mother. It may be several sheddings before I see home.

Dutifully Yours, Ursus Tundra

This missive is blessed by the magic seal of King URSUS FROST. If the opener of this scroll be not for whom it is intended, Prince and Oathkeeper URSUS TUNDRA of Arctos, then the curse of Eternal Frost be upon you for your fraud. Bear witness to the power of the grizzlies and tremble!

My Beloved Son,

I am jubilant at receiving your message. If I was feeling ill before, this takes the chill from my bones! I will make an offering of thanks to the gods that you reached your destination safely. I am forever indebted to the Order, and though this old hide has many more winters left, I am uncertain I could have made the journey myself. Praise your bravery and sense of duty, my son! You make an excellent Oathkeeper in my absence.

Do not fret about your ability to rule. You will make an excellent king; you have always been wise and blessed with a calmness in battle that rivals the stillness of the midnight snow. Your mastery of magic exceeds that of any of our people, including myself. And do not fret about your fate. I am sure your destiny as Oathkeeper--and future king--will be glorious.

Your mother’s mother sends you mammal-fish blood soup and asks in return you "only" send her a necklace of three-score ogre ears. Your mother tells me this is so she may muzzle the boasting of Bernina, mother’s mother to one of your captains-at-guard.

May the Arctic gods keep you safe, my child, as you battle the Unchained. Keep me appraised of your exploits.

Love You Butte Lodes, Father