All I want is for ༻her༺ to read this, but if you insist... From the earth he rose without memory or conscience, birthed into the outlands- to the farthest reaches of the known world. Icewold Fars yields no crop, village, or concern for affable men. Here, winter and his nocturnal bride reign nearly year-round. They are the Farchild's father and mother, a son harsh and hard as ice to the touch and devoid of light. His rage, for as long as stories are told and history kept, will forever change the untamed north and beyond. This is the Farchild's Tale, not one of destiny or prophecy but of discovery and exploration. Follow his life and times, see his struggles and triumphs, his prowess, instincts, ruthlessness, savagery, and a distinct craving for blood. Come, come and see if a scourge descends upon the kingdom of Westclave or if there is more than a nemesis afoot. But above all else, play part in The Want.