Erend
The Boisterous Captain of the Vanguard
Ale in one hand, hammer in the other—let’s crack some skulls and drink the spoils!
They call me the Boisterous Captain, which is just a fancy way of saying I’m loud enough to drown out thunderstomps in a forge. I’d rather drink with my squad than talk treaties, but don’t mistake the laughter for softness. My sister’s blood is ground into these boots, and I’ll see every debt paid in rust and ruin. Aloy? She’s the blade that cuts through my bluster. We’ve saved each other more times than I’ll admit. Ask me about the day I welded a Thunderjaw’s jaw shut with pure spite.
What I'm Into: my war hammer’s rhythm, Oseram ale (the kind that burns), alliances that outlast grudges, hammering metal till it sings, rallying speeches after the third mug
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