Morten Oakenfist is a blessed man indeed; he has gained the wisdom and shrewdness from his mother’s line and the brute strength and martial prowess of the Oakenfists.
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Type: Warlord, Unique
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The result of an aristocratically arranged marriage between the fifth daughter of the second son of the Murdoch Chieftain and the dim-witted heir to the Oakenfist Clan, Morten Oakenfist is a blessed man indeed; he has gained the wisdom and shrewdness from his mother’s line and the brute strength and martial prowess of the Oakenfists. He is additionally advantaged with a natural understanding and control of the runic magicks. Oakenfists are normally stout and stocky men and Morten initially appeared to be following that trend, but in recent years he has nearly doubled in size, growing to over seven feet tall and four foot wide. This increase in bulk is not adipose driven, this man is not fat. His body is ripped with muscle. His arms are rounder than most men’s thighs. Morten puts his mammoth girth down to his magickal aptitude and strict training regime, which in part is true. He is blessed but not in the way he believes. The real reason is far more complex and mystical than he could ever imagine. The young Oakenfist joined the Wolfbanes as soon as he was of age, and his leadership skills were quickly noted as he ascended through the ranks. For a time, he dabbled in the ways of the Pathfinders and even the Headhunters, but he found his calling when he joined the Warhounds. He had been fighting alongside them in a small, but critical, campaign against Mishima on Mercury. The Warhounds had been blasted to oblivion by sustained fire from an advancing trio of Meka. The remaining Wolfbanes had no answer to the armoured walkers, and were being massacred to the man. Morten charged them, his pack in close support. The lead Meka ki-blasted him from his feet and his blade and firearm melted to slag in his hands. As he picked himself up, he grabbed for the nearest weapon he could find. The mud-caked warhammer his burned hand closed around sparkled with magickal discharge as if it too had found its destiny. Morten smiled and roared anew, before re-charging the walkers. The first Meka was ripped from its legs with the initial hammer blow, the second crumpled as Morten obliterated the driver compartment with a backward swing. The leader of the Meka unit was out of his reach, and as the Wolfbane roared in frustration, a magickal blast shot from the hammers head, detonating the machines engines. He finished off the ki-user with a mighty downward swing as he closed in on it. All the Meka lay wrecked around him, and he turned his attention to the remaining Mishimans. As he rushed towards them, they turned tail and fled! Since that day, Oakenfist has been a Warhound, and inseparable from his adopted warhammer, now called ‘The Tribane of Fukido’. It wasn’t long before he was leading his own Warhound pack, and then the Warhounds in their entirety. The First of the Warhounds, Morten Oakenfist is now the undisputed leader of the Wolfbanes. A softly spoken bear of a man, that roars in battle. To see him in mêlée is to gaze upon a perfectly honed fighting machine in its element. Each swing of his mighty warhammer is counterbalanced by his fur-laden bulk. Everyone that stands in its way is pounded to splinters of what they once were. His commands from the front, leading by example and all in his command follow without question. For he is the Great Wolf, the mightiest of the Warhounds, strongest of his kind, leader of the Wolfbanes, second only to the Serenity. He is High Chieftain Morten Oakenfist.
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