Biography:

I will tell you of the Barbarian known as Rio'Kiagan.  I once encountered a man in the Frigid Plains of Antonica, and of him I have this to say: he was the greatest swordsman I have ever seen and he is the greatest swordsman I will ever see.  The tale of our meeting is brief at most, but it stayed in my memory from that day to this.

I traveled north as soon as I was able, for I wished to see with my own eyes the wonder I had dreamt of throughout my childhood, snow.  I had seen some once, conjured up by a magician, and ever since I sought to experience it again.  When I did find it, I also found Halas, city of Barbarians.   By that time, I had become quite strong and wielded my sword well.  I fought my way to freedom, but I soon found myself lost in the Frigid Plains.  What seemed like ages later, I found footprints in the snow, freshly carved with leather footwear.   I traced them to a camp, where I met him.  He told me his name was Rio'Kiagan, and invited me to stay for the night.  We exchanged stories and alcohol and soon it was dawn.  Then, he broke into a fit of laughing.  When I asked him what was going on, he replied in a sadistic way, "I don't like you anymore."  With that he unsheathed his sword and lunged for me.  I grabbed my own weapon and sprung for the horizon.  In a blaze of speed, Rio'Kiagan caught up and struck a blow to me with his fist.  From out of no where he pulled a second sword.  I drew my own blade.  I began an attack when something happened that I was not prepared for.   He parried my sword aside and then preformed a series of strokes that left me swordless, impaled, and on the ground.  Now, whether it was a stroke of luck, a tide of fate, or a magical intervention, a fierce snowstorm arose at that instant and blinded the two of us.  When it cleared, I was alone.  I write this scroll now to warn those who read it.  Do not trust Rio'Kiagan, for he is the deceitful hand of death, and when he wishes you to die, then die you will.