(AN: This is a work in progress over on AO3. I am going to be posting a chapter every day on this site until it is caught up, or we are finished here as well, whichever comes first. Be sure to comment your thoughts, or you can even PM me! Whichever you like better. Enjoy!)
Lon'qu. The name stirs divisive respect. For those who have fought with him, have befriended the swordsman, the name inspires a warm feeling in the chest. The sort of feeling that you get eating a warm meal on a cold day. He may be an acquired taste, but for those he had put his life on the line to protect? He was a sight for sore eyes. The greatest and most stalwart of allies.
He was also a fearsome predator.
For those caught at the business end of his blade, he inspired fear like no other. Berserkers and barbarians intimidated with noise and passion. Lon'qu was the exact opposite of a Berserker. He was a cool precision. He would follow you, his target, with a single minded determination until you or he were dead. There was no passion. He was cold, like the frozen wastes he called his home.
That dispassion and precision caused many an opponent to falter for just a moment. A moment that Lon'qu took advantage of.
His enemies hated him. His allies loved him.
His entire story has never been told.
Even the smallest window of knowledge into this man's past or future brings an intrigue to the souls of those who are enlightened. All I have, as a great chronicler of history, are precious few snapshots of this hero's life. These will tell the greatest story ever delivered to your mortal ears. The story of his fall, his rise, and his ascension. By the blood of heroes new and old, you will not be disappointed.
The story of Lon'qu of no given name.