“Battle Crow, aye. Time was, I was last lad standing upon the battlefield, when naught else stirred, but murmurations of the murderous birds. No more a lad, yet still I fight, now upon the endless fields of the EverWar. And if I should fall? My spirit takes flight, on dark wings, that I might return to fight anon.” Bram was born to a proud warrior-priestess, upon the outskirts of a battlefield; his father, a great war chief, belonging to one of the picti tribes.

It is the story one might tell a child, never knowing his parents, raised amongst camp followers. And yet there might be some grain of truth to the tale, for when Bram ultimately fell in battle, the crows came for him, and returned him to the fight. He also possesses the uncanny ability to pass through fey portals, often accompanied by skips in time. Bram has figured prominently in many key battles, throughout the dark and middle ages, of his lost world- not only in the highlands and islands of his home, but also amidst various other warrior cultures, viking and nomad.

The adventures and campaigns swirl together in his mind, like the mists, which enshroud the portals. A recent skirmish found him back in the highlands where, in the fey fog, he ventured perilously close to a hilltop circle of standing stones. Both he and his goblin foe fell through one of the great stones, whereupon the portal closed abruptly behind them! In this new realm of Osterra, they were outlanders, barbarians, sassenach, skorgarmaor. Strangers in a strange land, Bram and Fergus the goblin became unlikely companions, joining the battlefields of the EverWar, side by side. Presently, they are wintering in the encampment of Vargr and the Vidarian Khanate in exile, with whom they have joined their swords.