A tall man clad in golden armor sat on the wooden roof of the building known by most as the "main bank" in New Tanaan. His mind drifted back to that first trip into BlackBurrow and the events prior. As his mind wandered, they soon ended on the frozen lands he called "Home". How he longs to return to Halas but not until his quest is complete.

His golden eyes fell on a simple pouch he held in his hands. He wouldn't open it, knowing well the items (and the stench) inside. A scent gland from the Reeking Skunk in Toxullia Forest, paw from the Gnashing Kobold in the Stonebrunt Mountains, liver from the Disease-Ridden Gorrila of the Emerald Jungle. After the parts were collected he had poured in a Philter of Major Translocation and sealed the container to not be again opened. What did Keras want with that? I thought I was in trainin' not pickin' up groceries. The Barbarian sighed and shook his head before stashing the pouch where it had come from.

The man stood upright and looked down; closing his eyes he felt the virtue of one of the clerics nearby fill him as well as the crowd that had been forming for the last several minutes. He leaped down off the roof and sprinted out on the next leg of his personal journey. Thus far he had been successful on his trials; some of which required help, such as the great water dragon, Praklion of the Cauldron. That dragon was a formitible foe, but the Berserker's family and guildmates made the beast into a fish fry. But the important thing was that he recovered the axe from the beast's gut and returned it completing the task.

The next task would prove to be a true challenge. The dual with the perfect image of a Berserker was hard enough. While he had won the battle, due to slaying her he felt that he indeed had failed the challenge in a way.

Standing on the other side of the traveler's tome in Fironia Vie's tunnels, he swung his great sword in a few practice motions. "Not an axe no matter how fine a blade it is," came the growling, gravel-like voice of the barbarian. With the sword in hand he made his way toward Keras.

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The final task. A Raving Goblinmaster has been a terror in Warslick Woods for some time now. Why he should care about the Iksar, he cannot fathom. Aye, some were in his guild and most had proven their worth in battle, but these beasts had once been a mighty empire. What is to say this creature will not be one of the things to keep them in check due to killing their patrols?

He waited with Luclin standing high in in the night sky. Hearing a twig snap, he rose his weapon and spun about, seeing that his father, Urthak, had done the same. It was merely the contact he was sent to find. After a short conversation Khongol, the younger of the two men, hands the troll woman a small bag of a thousand platinum coins. A small fortune to just find the location of this monster. Once she shows them she disappears 'to hire more swords'. Yeah right, I bet she'll blow it on orc-piss in Neriak's bars.

Khongol strode up to the goblin-leader and informed the green humanoid he was a Berserker; which prompted it to run for its life. The chase was on. After a few ambushes along the river, Khongol, his parents (Urthak and Tehmpest), and a few of their closest friends faced off with the Goblinmaster for a final battle that sadly was very short-lived. With tome in hand, Khongol returned to Keras.

"I am so impressed and proud of ye, Khongol. This had been a long journey, hasn't it? That said, this will be the most important adventure of yer life, for now you are a true berserker and a master of all of yer skills. As I promised, the completion of these trials would not only bring ye the honor of being recognized as a true berserker, but also a weapon only a true berserker can wield -- one that I fashioned myself. Use this weapon in yer travels and may it serve ye well in battle. Be well, Khongol -- Khongol the Berserker."

Once the axe was in his hand, the young Berserker raised it above his head and shouts a mighty war cry in victory.