Ramling
The Troll Skyraider
I was 11 when I did my first kill, 13 when I did my first raid. Since then I have been all over Barsaive, I was proud and honoroble and everything was as it should be.

Then our clan lord Thorgal Hammerarm died and the world as I knew it vanished. Two of his sons Erical Thorgalson ( He hadn’t earned his own name yet and Rangar Sailmaster had become bitter enemies in the quest for the now free lordship in the Waylyth clan. In the following struggle many of my friends and crewmates perished. I then lost all, all respect, all pride and worst, I was ashamed over my clan. I then decided that before I had restored the clans honor and again would be able to proudly speak about my heritage and what colors I used to sail under. I wouldt not return, although this is not my doing, I must try to set things right, how else can I ever call myself a skyraider.

I now seek the great adventure to regain what have been lost.

This is my story, a story about the honor, shame and blood.