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The result of an aristocratically arranged marriage between the fifth daughter of the second<br />
son of the Murdoch Chieftain and the dim-witted heir to the Oakenfist Clan, Morten Oakenfist is a<br />
blessed man indeed; he has gained the wisdom and shrewdness from his mother’s line and the<br />
brute strength and martial prowess of the Oakenfists. He is additionally advantaged with a natural<br />
understanding and control of the runic magicks. Oakenfists are normally stout and stocky<br />
men and Morten initially appeared to be following that trend, but in recent years he has nearly<br />
doubled in size, growing to over seven feet tall and four foot wide. This increase in bulk is not adipose<br />
driven, this man is not fat. His body is ripped with muscle. His arms are rounder than most<br />
men’s thighs. Morten puts his mammoth girth down to his magickal aptitude and strict training<br />
regime, which in part is true. He is blessed but not in the way he believes. The real reason is far<br />
more complex and mystical than he could ever imagine.<br />
The young Oakenfist joined the Wolfbanes as soon as he was of age, and his leadership skills<br />
were quickly noted as he ascended through the ranks. For a time, he dabbled in the ways of the<br />
Pathfinders and even the Headhunters, but he found his calling when he joined the Warhounds.<br />
He had been fighting alongside them in a small, but critical, campaign against Mishima on Mercury.<br />
The Warhounds had been blasted to oblivion by sustained fire from an advancing trio of<br />
Meka. The remaining Wolfbanes had no answer to the armoured walkers, and were being massacred<br />
to the man. Morten charged them, his pack in close support. The lead Meka ki-blasted him<br />
from his feet and his blade and firearm melted to slag in his hands. As he picked himself up, he<br />
grabbed for the nearest weapon he could find. The mud-caked warhammer his burned hand<br />
closed around sparkled with magickal discharge as if it too had found its destiny. Morten smiled<br />
and roared anew, before re-charging the walkers. The first Meka was ripped from its legs with the<br />
initial hammer blow, the second crumpled as Morten obliterated the driver compartment with<br />
a backward swing. The leader of the Meka unit was out of his reach, and as the Wolfbane roared<br />
in frustration, a magickal blast shot from the hammers head, detonating the machines engines.<br />
He finished off the ki-user with a mighty downward swing as he closed in on it. All the Meka lay<br />
wrecked around him, and he turned his attention to the remaining Mishimans. As he rushed towards<br />
them, they turned tail and fled! Since that day, Oakenfist has been a Warhound, and inseparable<br />
from his adopted warhammer, now called ‘The Tribane of Fukido’. It wasn’t long before he<br />
was leading his own Warhound pack, and then the Warhounds in their entirety.<br />
The First of the Warhounds, Morten Oakenfist is now the undisputed leader of the Wolfbanes.<br />
A softly spoken bear of a man, that roars in battle. To see him in mêlée is to gaze upon a perfectly<br />
honed fighting machine in its element. Each swing of his mighty warhammer is counterbalanced<br />
by his fur-laden bulk. Everyone that stands in its way is pounded to splinters of what they once<br />
were. His commands from the front, leading by example and all in his command follow without<br />
question. For he is the Great Wolf, the mightiest of the Warhounds, strongest of his kind, leader of<br />
the Wolfbanes, second only to the Serenity. He is High Chieftain Morten Oakenfist.