Name/Title: Asmund Apex - The Beast of Man
Land-Life: Skavved’s Range
Kingdom: Zenith
In the Huntlands the boundary between beast and man is blurred. Not just because of the pacts or the savage strength-dictated life that one must eck in this frontier. But because of the sort of men it brings, the sort of men it raises. Asmund himself could be called the pinnacle of the Huntlands, in both way of life and strength.
A ridiculous warrior that carved the largest territory in the lands. Under him both man and beast have fallen, the man raising himself to higher heights upon a mound of corpses. The strong are but proof of his own ability as they return to the earth to raise more challenges and trophies for him.
The earth that he then conquered as yet another foe. The ancient dragon known as Skavved, one of the first creations between the gods of Azahiel and Tauyphs found its end in the mountains of the Huntlands. His lifespark ignited the dormant energies of the mountains and gave it shape. An elemental, a shade. Both of these things and yet its own unique being. Skavved’s Range. A Land-Life not designed by the god, nor intentional at all. Yet it in a sense is the living heart of the Huntlands. A reflection of it and a sum of it.
A ridiculous battle that earned him the name of Apex among both follower and foe.
Rather than a land divided between vassals huntlords and their beasts, or a single champion with many beasts pushing at the potential of what one man can handle Asmund holds only one partner and beast. A path that truly leads to his epitaph of The Wild’s Apex.
According to rumors the beasts that fall to Asmund are fed to the Skavved’s Range.
In the recent years it was said that the Wild Scourge battled the Apex. A battle that left the man keep an eye out and even send some of his hunters in search for the beast that escaped his reaping. A matter of both pride and incompatibility that leaves them as embittered foes.
The one that is most favored to becoming the king of the Huntlands. Yet even for him such a possibility seems a uncertain, unstable dream.
He holds little practiced magic, but his raw power, skill at arms and ability to travel and navigate, bending the wilds to his will is second to none. An absolute ridiculous monster that's as frightful as any creature. Carrying a pillar of rock hewn from Skavved's Range after his victory and pact with it as a club, the bones of various local beasts as arrows, and a flaming bow that eternally blazes with the smoldering embers of an elemental's core. He is the center of the civilization known as Zenith. But really, what kind of messed up place allows for such a ridiculous kingdom to come about?
His vassal Huntlords too wield blades sharpened from parts of the Range, and some even take to using shields. For his part however Asmund wields no armor, contesting blows with his physique... or inevitably simply dealing with the wounds that he attains from the many mighty blows that cause the marring with wounds of even his body. His flesh is like that of rock, transformed from his pact with the Range. Yet in this world there are many beasts and men. Life-Land, Huntlord and outsider alike who can certainly cleave through even such a protection. A ridiculous defense. But even such a thing cannot be called unmatched in this vast world.
Of course if he was a man that required such a cheat defense to be able to fight foes like that in the first place then he would certainly not be deserving of his title in the first place.
There is then finally his trump card, an inversion of the power gained from his pact. The conversion of a shield into a lance. Imbuing the energy of the mountain that represents the Huntlands and exists as a strange font of "life" his fist brims with a blow that twists and transforms into a blow to strike his foe down whatever it may be. A true show of wild power, a blow of adaptability that matches any sort of adversity.
...Of course being a blow that can harm its target whatever it may be is very different from a blow that will deal meaningful damage against certain ludicrous enemies such as the gods. But such realities are not quite as dramatic are they?