Live as a scavenger in the Deep-glacier tribe is perhaps one of the least glamorous jobs, important though it may be. you spend your days scrounging tunnels for anything that could be of value, food, materials, resources of any kind, mostly found on the corpses of lost and unlucky adventurers. now and then you find something worthy of celebration, becoming a hero of the tribe for a day or two, but its largely a thankless job. that is until one day you find your self a bit lost in the maze like tunnels beneath the ice and rock, and you stumble upon a long dead hero, skeletal hands still clinging to the grip of a strange blade. you take it, thinking of perhaps gifting it to one of your clans warriors and receiving some praise. but the moment your clawed fingers wrap around the handle you feel a presence with in you, something awoken by your touch now filling your mind with knowledge it never before needed, now craved. you could be a warrior, you have the potential, and the blade will show you the way.

A Character for one of my Players, finely got all of them finished and posted.