Dark of hair and with a darker soul still, Hilda was a zealot and worshiped Eirachi, and had gathered behind herself a band of cultists who set themselves apart from the raving madmen of Whitebrim. After a period of unrest, they split off from the rest of the outlaws and migrated into the Fangs, where they carved a living from the rock, what scarce hunting they were able to do, and from boons of the Deepfrost goddess herself. Isar was the woman's sole pride and greatest source of frustration, for he never quite settled into the role she wanted to fit him into; he was not the cold, ambitious leader who would one day lead an army of cultists onto the Citadel to claim power over all Halo. She tried, and he tried too, but in the end Hilda wound up selecting someone else, and marched out one day to never return.

Isar remained, with a handful of others. The sick. The weak. The injured; and together they waited for the others to come back with news of their triumph. But no one ever did. When news eventually reached them, it was of a colossal defeat before the gates of the Citadel, tales of victory for the city dwellers against impossible odds. The few, the handful were now all that was left of them.

And they were dying.

Isar was the strongest of those who remained, and he took it upon himself to provide for the others. An existence that even before had been grueling now became a constant struggle for survival, and as the years scraped by, Isar grew disillusioned by the stubborn refusal of the others to admit defeat and break their isolation.

In the end, after a long drawn conflict with a long time rival finally resulted in a brawl, Isar was the one who left.

During Leafchange of the year 317 PC, Isar Sindri staggers into the shrine of Dygra and prays to be accepted into her fold. She remakes him into an Ancient, and reborn he sets out to rewrite the narrative of a life that had never been his own – until now.

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