Okknos Prime: Bonifant
Fendar the Great
King of the Peaks and Leader of Tribes
Fendar is son of Frendar, son of Grane, beast lord for the Master of the Mountain.
Grane was small and slight of build even for a young boy, but he had a great affinity for animals. He would often be found surrounded by deer, rabbits and other wild things in the fields. They would sit quietly as he told them stories of ancient gods and tales of ancient heroes. He caught the eye of the Mater of the Mountain’s daughter, Eli’asia. Eli’asia would come to listen to his stories and fell in love with the boy, as he had with her. The Master of the Mountain, Karjago, heard of the young boy who communed with beasts and had him brought into the Master’s tent. Karjago planned to kill him on the spot but he developed a better plan. When Grane was told that if he could tame the hound that was eating the tribe’s flock he would be given a three goats as payment. Grane left the tent and within three hours returned. “I have tamed the hound,” he said.
Karjago was unconvinced and said, “show me the hound that your words can be believed.” Grane whistled and the hound came in, his tale wagging, eyes bright and playful. Karjago stretched out his hand and the hound sniffed it eagerly then curled up at Karjago’s feet. “This is quite the feat,” he said, impressed that the boy tamed the hound. "But perhaps this was just a gift from the gods. If you can tame the great bear of the mountain I shall give you the finest of mounts and grant you the honor of being my Lord of Beasts. Grane left the tent and traveled up the mountain to the cave of the great bear. Three days later Grane returned riding on the back of the great bear. Karjago was in disbelief. “How boy? Mountain men, cave bast’ids, even one of them freakish giants tried to kill the thing yet here you come ridin’ it. What devilry is this?”
“You promised me a mount I believe Master, as well as the title of Beast Lord.” Grane said with a smile, “I would have this bear as my mount and I would feast at your table as one of your council members.”
Karjago frowned at the thought of a boy joining his council and frowned deeper still at the thought that he was still alive. “Boy, you are a strange thing. Surely the gods have blessed you. If it be their will, let them bless you again. There is a drake down the mountain. He feeds on the cave pigs. If you can best that beast, you can have the hand of my daughter.”
Grane traveled down the mountain on his bear. Three weeks later he rode back on his bear, a drake by his side. Karjago straightened his back and accepted the fact that no beast would kill the boy. He sent two of his best warriors to greet Grane with steel, but his beasts met them with tooth and claw. Grane rode to the Master’s tent and entered. “Master, I have done all you have asked of me and received nothing of what you have promised. I humbly ask you fulfill your promise.” Karjargo was impressed by the boy even though hating his lack of strength. He let him wed Eli’asia. Together they had a son, Frendar.
Frendar grew up strong and was close friends with the Master of the Mountain’s heir Karago. They grew up and trained together, getting strong and brave. The fought any tribe who would try to claim their lands. Cave men, giants of the peaks, mountain men, the tribes of the werewolves and shifters, all who tried failed. Frendar and Karago were closer than brothers and both had similar tastes with food, wine and women. Frendar and Karago traveled down the east side of the mountain to the Shavaran Waste. There they ran into a desert tribe. Frendar and Karago towered over these small men but saw beauty in the face of a woman named Rahiri. Karago claimed her a his price for not killing every last one of them. Frendar saw the lust in Karago’s eyes and instead of trying to woo the girl and destroy the bond of brotherhood. Karago married Rahiri and Frendar settled down with Yun, a young mountain girl of blonde hair. Together they had Fendar the Great, Wielder of Snow Painter, Leader of the Tribes, King of the Peaks and Master of the Mountain.
Fendar grew up much like his father, but there was no love in his heart for Karago’s heir, Jahiri. Jahiri had the skin of his mother and the frame of his father. Fendar grew strong and brave, Jahiri grew strong and cruel. Jahiri beat his animals and his women. The tribe starved under his rule. He began to lead the Fenriir tribe into battle against the other clans in hopes to claim their lands, their food, and their women. He wanted to slay them all and claim the entire mountain for himself. Fendar thought this to be a foolish plan. “Killing the other tribes is stupid,” He’d say to Jahiri, “together the tribes can be strong. Together we can rule more than the mountains. Together the tribes WILL RULE!” But Jahiri would never listen to him. When Jahiri raided a mountain man camp and threatened to kill and rape everyone there, Fendar could stand no more. As Jahiri approached a young mountain woman Fendar grabbed him by the waist, hoisted him into the air, and tossed him aside. Jahiri was surprised but his shock quickly turned to rage. Jahiri pulled his Great axe and charged Fendar swinging his axe in what would have been a killing blow had Fendar not thrown a fistful of snow in his face. Fendar dodged and quickly drew his Axe as Jahiri roared in anger, brushing the snow from his eyes. Springing like a great mountain cat, Fendar leapt at the Master of the Mountain. His axe sang as it cut through the air and struck a deep cut into Jahiri’s side. Blood gushed from the wound painting the snow around them red. Jahiri’s let out a howl of anguish as the steel carved his flesh. He back handed Fendar and then swung with his axe. The blow was wild and Fendar easily dodged out of the way. He then tackled Jahiri to the ground pulling his knife from his belt. he began stabbing at Jahiri, who despite his best efforts could not escape all of Fendar’s blows. Jahiri wrestled his way out from under Fendar and stumbled away, the loss of blood draining his energy. Fendar stood and retrieved his axe. He walked out to Jahiri who had propped himself up against a stump trying to pull himself to his feet. Fendar grabbed him by his hair slamming his face into the bark. he then pushed the barely conscious body against the stump. The crowd of mountain men and Fenriir tribesmen watched in silence as Fendar hoisted his axe. Jahiri gazed up, unblinking into his adversary’s eyes. “You can’t kill me,” he mumbled. “You don’t have the-” But before he could finish, Fendar sunk the axe deep into the stump, severing Jahiri’s head from his shoulders.
Fendar turned to the crowd, “My fellow tribesmen, men of the mountain, all who hear me listen! Today is the dawn of a new day for all who live on this mountain. For Today Fendar, Son of Frendar, son of Grane, Beast Lord for Karjago, lays claim to these peaks. Not as an overlord for slaves, but as a unifier of the tribes! I am Master of the Mountain! All men here today and those who pledge their lives to me will be members of one tribe. Those who swear fealty will be welcomed as brothers returning from a winter hunt. Those who do not will be treated as wild dogs who attack our flocks. It is time to look beyond the past grievances of your father’s fathers, and instead treat each other as we once did. As tribesmen. As family! As Brothers!!!” Those listening began to beat their chests and stomp their spears. Fendar raised his axe, “Brothers! Who fights for Fendar, Master of the Mountain?” The crowd began to chant ‘KING OF THE PEAKS, MAY HIS AXE NEVER FAIL." He turned back to Jahiri’s body and the blood that covered the snow. The blood appeared to have fallen in the likeness of the great bear. Fendar looked upon his axe and gave it the name Snow Painter.
That day five mountain men settlements joined the Fenriir tribe. The day after that four more. It took him several years but Fendar united many of the tribes living on the mountains. Stories of how he saved the mountain folk from Jahiri the cruel spread like a summer wildfire and he quickly earned the titles of King of the Peaks and Leader of Tribes. Fendar took Tayla, the mountain girl whom he had rescued from Jahiri, to be his wife. Together they had a son, Fenar, and three years latter they had a little girl, Eniri. Things in Fendar’s kingdom thrived. Food was plentiful, wars and disputes among those living on the mountain were brief, aberration and werewolf attacks limited, life was good. Unfortunately, when life seems to just keep giving, eventually it takes something in return. This time, it took the life of Tayla. A sickness swept across the mountains and Tayla fell grievously ill. Healers from the many tribes came but none could save her life.
When she died the entire mountain wept for a day and a night. Fendar was overtaken with grief. He picked up Snow Painter, left his young son and infant daughter, and walked off into the night. He came back a week later coated from head to toe in blood, most of which was not his own. He walked straight into the tent where his children were being watched by a wet nurse and picked them up. He planted a single bloodstained kiss on both of their foreheads before breaking into tears. The tribesmen from lower down the mountain told tales of how Fendar had come down the mountain and taken on an entire pack of werewolves that had been threatening the tribe by himself. The tribe now honors Tayla’s death by lighting candles, calling it the ‘Night of the Blood Harvest.’ He raised his children and basically coined the term “It takes a village.” His children ran all over the mountain. He tried to raise his son to be a great warrior but you would find him laying down his sword to enter the hut of Ahkim the tribe seer to hear the stories of the tribe. His daughter grew with the fierceness of her father and the beauty of her mother. She had many suitors come after her but she said that no man would take her axe and replace it with cooking pot. Eventually Fendar came to the realization that his children needed a mother. Someone who would care for them and that they could look up to. He scoured the mountain but he couldn’t find what he was looking for. On one of his return trips he say a lone hooded rider beset by two wolves. Fendar rode up with Snow Painter in hand, and quickly dispatched both of the beasts. He then moved up next to the hooded rider. When they removed their hood Fendar was struck speechless. The woman on the horse before him had white hair, and piercing blue eyes. Her blue riding outfit was well made inlaid with designs of snowflakes and wolves, clearly crafted as if for the nobles at the base of the mountain. She was hypnotic in every sense of the word. She thanked him for his aid and said her name was Alkali. He asked if she was hurt and offered her a place of refuge for the evening. She thanked him again and offered him her necklace, a pale moonlight silver necklace with a small gemstone in it. She placed it around his neck and together they rode back to the village. She stayed much longer than that evening and soon the too of them married. Something changed in Fendar that day. He began to dream of enemies at the base of the mountains. He became paranoid. His closest friends, usurpers angling for his crown. Eventually the only person he would bring into his confidence was Alkali. She convinced him that Drusec was on the move and that he must move with him. The war path led down the mountain and all the lands beyond were his to claim. He currently plans to ride down the mountain with his warriors to claim the lands down below. The only thing that holds him back right now is his children begging him to rethink and to hold off. “The signs of war are not showing,” they would tell him. " The Kilnek Trees do not bleed. The moon still blocks the Great Bear in the Sky. The elk still migrate to the east. The peak still sits in plain view, unobstructed by the red clouds from the desert below. All of these signs remain unseen. Do not go to war."