hshotwell
Lord of Altera
Sygdrid Icecloak a Knight of justice back in the day of the exodus. He was Lord of the old House Icecloak and battled bandits with his every breath. A man of little words and harsh ideals, along with the ocational howl. And yet his fight for justice and dedication only resulted in him and his wife's banishment. The bandit lord deadpress used his influence to get rid of a nuisance, and in doing so created a future monster.
Born in this frigid Isolation was Sygdrid's son. His name is hidden and he is simply referred to as the cloak/icecloak, or shotwell, window gazer, the mask, widower or any manner of other nicknames. He was raised in banishment but now he has returned. The exile sculpted him, removed his emotion and replaced it with callouses. It has given him perspective. The world isn't fair and the common law does nothing to stabilize things. It is just another front for those in power to keep control.
His eyes are cold and sharp
His grin is false and evil
His face a mask of shadows
the mask tells a truer tale
His sword a flash of lightning
and yet so still by his side
Sleet, the bane of many
and Storm, a woeful bride
Thirteen, Thirteen slayed solemnly by an icy man who does not know their name.
(I'm counting the four RP kills and three heads I got a hunting)
There is a storm coming, when it hits your all gonna wonder how you could live so large and leave so little for the rest of us.
Born in this frigid Isolation was Sygdrid's son. His name is hidden and he is simply referred to as the cloak/icecloak, or shotwell, window gazer, the mask, widower or any manner of other nicknames. He was raised in banishment but now he has returned. The exile sculpted him, removed his emotion and replaced it with callouses. It has given him perspective. The world isn't fair and the common law does nothing to stabilize things. It is just another front for those in power to keep control.
His eyes are cold and sharp
His grin is false and evil
His face a mask of shadows
the mask tells a truer tale
His sword a flash of lightning
and yet so still by his side
Sleet, the bane of many
and Storm, a woeful bride
Thirteen, Thirteen slayed solemnly by an icy man who does not know their name.
(I'm counting the four RP kills and three heads I got a hunting)
There is a storm coming, when it hits your all gonna wonder how you could live so large and leave so little for the rest of us.
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