Fyzenguard The Unsheathed

It all started from birth in a town off in the Nordic lands of Fistendonalhimer. I was born into a special body to know as a berserker the highest class for a Viking warrior. My childhood was stained and deformed with the art of training for war but that is what berserkers were born for. Training started when I was able to hold a sword and raise a shield which was the age of four for me. My parents, I hardly saw and my siblings I never got to know because my parents were always sending me off to different trainers. For seven years I had trained at the art of sword fighting, armor-wearing, a small amount of religious teaching and carving. When the age of twelve came by my parents through me out to the cold, dark days of being eaten at by a black wall that I will never be able to break.
I had started fighting men for the first couple of years but then frost giants and dragon became a big threat. All the berserkers were gathered which there weren’t very many of us only maybe fifty or so and they sent us to fight against endless hordes of frost giants. We all tried to escape knowing we were outnumbered one to ten but people didn’t mind us because they didn’t care for us getting killed. After the frosty war of the rotted and decrepit frost giants, there were only four of us left, Teddy Horse, Strider Devoid, Thorner Of Dale and me Fizengaurd. When the party of surviving warriors returned home it seemed as no one cared that any of use had survived and we were treated unfairly. Strider of dale and Thorner Devoid had gone into a flying rage that had sent them both to the dungeons of Tails In for life. I and Teddy were thinking of a dungeon break but knew it was worthless.

Teddy had parted with me to become a bard and learn some type of Juridic magic. I stayed still fighting for my honor and gained the favor from the gods Thor and Odin. Both Thor and Odin personally sent me on a quest to find a sword called dawn breaker located in the realm of foscoven were they rested an army of undead warriors and devils. I had a berserk moment and killed all enemies that were standing including vampires, mind flares, ghouls, specters, gargoyles, and unnamed devils. When I had possession of the sword and returned all battered up from my travels I found a woman named Alexia and eventually settling down, getting married and having a son named Zane.

For twelve years we were a happy family, Zane became an over average intelligent kid and Alexia was a maid cleaning houses. One morning I awoke from my wondering dreams and I heard screaming from the outside. Alexia and Zane weren’t in the house. I got my sword and sheathed it going outside to only see my home town was being attacked by undead. The undead hoards were being controlled by two individuals, a vampire king, and a devil lord. Fighting through all the rotting decaying bodies of the dead to only find my wife and son on the ground. They had been killed and their corpses were infested with ghouls eating and striping off their flesh. Dawn-breaker began to glow and I began to shake very vibrantly and blacked out. When I awoke I was covered in blood and stinking goo from the undead. People had survived the attack and so did I but my pride and joy had left with the death of my family.

Three hundred years had passed in this immortal body and still, here I am depressed and a mindless man. I now deal with the undead and my sword absorbing their leftover energy from when they were alive. If there was a chance for having one more woman in my life one more wife perhaps my mind could be restored and I could control the beast within me.