The legendary Barbarians of the sacred Mount Arreat need no introduction. Their prowess in battle and the ferocity of these hulking, dual wielding warriors is a sight to behold, and terrifying all at once. For what other race would have been put in charge of the great creator of worlds? Protector of all of sanctuary though simply mystery to the inhabitants. They who faced off against the very forces of the burning hells and the armies of the Lord of Destruction himself. But this is not the end of their story- even though the crater that once held the great artifact is a reminder of how far their civilization has fallen from grace. The long noble history of these proud people is rightly acknowledged. For those familiar with the nobility of the barbarian remember the call to their “vigil”, the concept that lay at the heart of their culture. They considered it their sacred duty to protect the mysterious object within Mount Arreat; and if they should fail to uphold it, or are not given proper burial upon its slopes, they will be denied a true warrior’s death- their spirits shall roam the land without honor for all eternity.
The world of the Barbarians has changed irrevocably and the object they so long protected no longer exists in its previous form. The tribes are scattered and as the Prophesy of the Fallen Star causes the drums of war beat once again, the very depths of Hell threaten to swallow the world anew. Have their beliefs, and their very way also been shattered along with the great mount they once called home? The rumors and speculation circle the very world, and the dwindling of their numbers do nothing to confirm or deny to many the words drifting upon the traveled winds.
But amidst the chaos and turmoil there remains one, who throughout the years of constant battles and strife has always come out victorious. Reflecting on a life of such vaunting brutality however is not enough. The search begins anew for the last great battle that could very well decide the fate of sanctuary and all who dwell within. And though many perils may rise and fall one thing is for certain. A foe worthy of their blade will require bloodshed and and mayhem the likes to which the world may never see again.