I was born on the edges of the frozen waste, where men as hard and cold as the dark rocky peaks do battle with sword and axe. Where the strong take from the weak.
Named by the Arch- Druid Crannmor as warrior born. Marked by the dark war god Morrigu as her champion. She haunts my dreams and guides my hand. She would make me a king, I will ever fight her.
Exiled to a harsh barren land for a black, foul deed. Forever banished from the protection of the clans. Outcast, outlaw.
An evil has risen from the desert and taken what is mine. I will stand against it, I will fight!
I am Culainn.
Warrior born.
Paul Freeman 