His name is Siberius Longclaw. He is the greatest warrior in the Wolverine Tribe of North Europe, or at least thats his story. In reality, he was just a kid going to his local comic shop to play some D&D when things took a turn for the worse, but those first couple of years are a different story entirely. This is about the misadventures he has alongside the main six.

(Yes, all my stories are getting rewritten so stuff it.)

Okay, for those of you who loved this story, i'm sorry but I have lost all inspiration for it, and thats due to the fact that I am no longer being bullied by people, so instead, this will now turn into a HiE story, but one that is a little bit different from some of the others.

A thousand years i've lived here, and for a thousand years I have ruled over the badlands monsters, now thanks to a certain queen, I must deal with those ponies yet again. Why is life never kind to me?