Garrett

Garrett, Lord of the Endless March

By sword and stone, by oath and iron, let all lands know my name.

I am Garrett of the race of Men, and my ambition knows no bounds. Where others see wilderness, I see the foundations of tomorrow's greatness. Where others count their coins, I count my cities yet to come.

From my first hall I have grown like wildfire across the realm, each settlement a stepping stone to the next conquest. I am the builder who never rests, the expander whose borders know no contentment, the lord whose banners shall one day shadow distant peaks.

To those who would deal with me: Come with honest purpose and find honest dealing. My roads are safe, my word unbroken, and those who prove themselves worthy shall find no enemy at their back while I yet breathe.

To those who would test me: Know that I have taken cities from stronger hands than yours, and I guard what is mine with the fury of all my fathers. Cross my lands with malice, and you shall learn why my enemies speak my name only in whispers.

I am the storm that builds slowly but breaks upon you like thunder. I am the tide that rises with each season. Watch my banners multiply across the map, and know that Garrett of Men comes for what is his by right of strength and will.

The world is vast. I shall make it smaller.