Throughout time there has always been war there has always been loss there has always been a want for peace.
While peace lasted shortly there was always someone to start the next coming of despair. They say there is always a reason for it
They say it's just new cruel people who end up being cruel to some other people that will in turn end up being cruel to them and others shortly after. Though this may be the case there has always been someone out there to take on the battles others would not.
Known as The Warbringer he would always show up when the battles were too much for many to handle he would rarely be the one to start them but he would always end them.
It's said the Warbringer never fought alone he was always accompanied by his nine followers always standing by his side when no one else would. Dawning their black armor with purple streaks going along from their chest to their helmets they would act as his shadow always their always ready to spring into action. Though the Warbringer daunted a silver armor he was said to be like a storm that would arrive with a furry only settled when its purpose was fulfilled. Though he seemed menacing the Warbringer did not like war. He didn't favor the idea of becoming of taking the life of another. Still, he fought and fought to take on countless armies for the sake of his own desire. Before daunting his silver armor he was a simple hunter always looking after his own.
Living in a fairly peaceful village under the protection of their king till one day the king had gone made demanding more from the people for his pointless war fund to the point the people could not spare even a word. With no more to give the people cried and pleaded with the king till his final snap led to the loss of many including the wife and child of the simple hunter. Filled with rage and the loss of many close to him as he held his child close a thought grew within him. A thought of war being a constant phase in the cycle of life and if that were the case it could never be truly stopped but it could be delayed and ultimately shortened. Done running from fear of losing anymore he spoke when no other would rallying the people to stand up and fight to give them the promise of victory and to regain their freedom and know the calm breeze of peace once more. Though many did not believe it to be a possibility most choose to keep running while nine choose to stand with him. with nothing but a sword in their hands they marched into the mad king's den and fought and fought not caring about any injuries not even about the lives taken. They pushed further and further till the king was slain.
It was from that moment on a simple farmer would go on to be known as the Warbringer. Not feeling like his work was done he set out traveling from land and sea aiding those that could not fight for themselves, fighting o that others would know the embrace of peace once more. Going from a simple hunter to the Warbringer champion of all that could not fight always waiting… always lurking for he would be needed again one day when no other can bare to fight the fight bared upon them he will be ready…