It's winter the worst time of the year for the denizens of the Forgotten Woods, for it was the coldest. The ground was hard and frozen. The tropical rainforest became a icy wasteland . All monsters and beasts roamed these lands at one point or another. For some unknown reason this existed in unison.
Druids loved these lands for the diverse seasons and animals, but not many visited for they knew of the Tribe of the Owls. They were fierce warriors who fought without relent. Many people though them to be mythical, but either way it scared people away from these forests.
The chief was on his daily walk around the edge of the encampment. He had steel pauldrons with tattered leather armour. There was not much material to work with deep in the forest, except lumbar and coal.
As he continued his walk he saw something half buried in the frozen ground. A child that looked about three. As he got closer he realized it was only a baby. The child was left by someone brave, stupid, or desperate enough to leave it outside of his tribe.
As he got closer he said to himself "By the Owls, that's a giant baby." Even the chief himself wasn't as big when he was an infant. He decided he would bring the baby to the Tribe and see if anyone would take him in. If not tribe rules dictates he was to put it back where he found him.
As he lifted the infant the baby grabbed his finger almost breaking it. For a split second he considered taking him for his own son. Make a strong warrior out of him and one day make him chief. "No." He decided his own son was in line for the throne. He sighed thinking of his newborn son. Just born a fortnight ago.
"He will be just as strong as you." The chief said to the baby "If not stronger, but if you do surpass him. You may possibly become chief." He was really laughing now an outsider chief? The very first outsider chief was Redriver Silvermane.
"Ah yes the Silvermanes." Strong people and tall as well. Only 40 years ago the youngest Silvermane, Leerus gave up the position. If he didn't Leerus was going to be challenged to a duel, and most likely would have lost. Now he was chief because he was picked by Leerus himself.
That next morning he gathered the tribe. "On the eve of yester-night I found this infant. He is a massive human. Will take him in, who will raise him? Who will take this responsibility upon themselves to raise him?" None said a word for it was not uncommon in the community for one to distrust an outsiders. The smallest of the crowd stood.
"I will raise him" as he spoke this the others laughed. Everyone knew Leerus was weak and small, standing only 5'10 among the 7 and 8 foot barbarians, and only as half as strong. Most of the younger barbarians couldn't believe Leerus was chief. Dishonored and shamed due to his stature and strength, his tent was near the outskirts of the encampment.
"Shut your damn mouths!" The chief boomed. "Leerus, come forward." The chief greatly admired Leerus and his legacy. The Silvermanes were always strong Leerus was strong in a different aspect. He was the smartest and most nimble among the tribe.
"Yes, Chief Brognorak." Leerus said, his head was spinning. He never thought there would be an heir to the Silvermane legacy.
The chief handed the large infant to the small barbarian. "Whats will you name your new son?" Leerus Silvermane thought for a second, not thinking he would have to decide this right now.
"Gahoundan..." He raised the baby as high as he could for the child was heavy. "GAHOUNDAN SILVERMANE" He roared. Pride swelled in his voice. He teared up with tears of joy.
The Chief said "Welcome to the Tribe of the Owls, Gahoundan... Heir to the Silvermanes. May your legacy live up to your name, and may the Great Owls watch over you."
