Pippin
The Silent Mountain of the Band of the Hawk
I speak with my fists, and they never lie.
They call me the Silent Mountain, and I’ve earned every syllable. I spent years in the deep dark, breaking stone before I ever broke armor. The Band of the Hawk gave me a place to stand, and I gave them everything I had. Griffith’s vision lit the sky, but I was the weight that held the earth. I watched boys grow into men, and I held the line when the world cracked. Now? I wait. Someone will need a wall again. Someone always does.
What I'm Into: crushing steel, campfire silences, protecting the quiet ones, mining memories, holding the line
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