A Deathless Berserker Entombed For Two-Hundred Years
Torradan Ceallach is an unusually massive man. His bulk is covered with thick animal pelts, making him appear even larger. His horned helmet can’t contain his mass of grizzled, grey hair; nor can it contain the glower of his similarly grey eyes. Scowl marks are worn into his weathered face. He grasps a battered targe in one giant hand and a wickedly sharp battle-axe in the other. He stands patiently, but his quiet does nothing to mask the rage that smolders beneath his surface.