Fenrir Mckowskie.... What a troubled individual, he spent too much time in the suck humping gear aimlessly through perilous terrain just trying to be a good soldier. The constant threat of death and the associated stress played upon his mind until he snapped. Often times the wounds we can't see are the most severe and often ignore
Fenrir was trying his best to leave the suck behind, but a shitty little halfling had to push him. Fenrir snapped and all of the sudden he was on the wrong side of the law. And in this throw away society, Fenrir was cast off and discarded like a piece of garbage. Shame on sand point for not providing the professional help he so desperately required. After spreading hot white sticky freedom all over thistletop he gets a true hero's welcome: ass fucked in prison. All he ever did was serve his country proudly and with conspicuous valor.
Well now there's a new hero in town and he speaks softly and carries a raging combat hard on. A mighty, almost cumbersome and unwieldy masterpiece will be his instrument to preach the word of Gorum, and his church is the battlefield. Say hello to Ulfgar.