So, you want to know who ol Eosaph MacCallum is, eh? Ye be a core earther, right? Well, ol’ Eosaph was known as Joe Macintosh, grew up in the small poor towns of northern Scotland, father changed er name from MacCallum. Ma said cause it sounded too Scottish, wanted to be more modern, a man a da world. He left when I was 7, came back around erey so.

But I grews up, ya? Got big fer me age. Got into fightin, hard knucklin, mostly tough from workin me uncle’s farm, found out I hit pretty good. Knocked out guys older and bigger n’ me, and then I got older and bigger. Hit the fairs, the pubs, the halls, anywhere there was fightin’, I’d be there. I even worked a few wrestlin’ matches here and there, got me gab on, righ?

I was scrapin by, drinkin a bit good. This was right before the invasion. I’d been down to London across to Dublin, but somethin was pullin me back home. Around the time, we kept hearin more and more stories, old grannies and young ladies telling stories of the faerie back from the lands. We scoffed same as ever, but we all noticed how common it became.

Then invasion day. I was glad to be at home. Helpin out where I could. Ulthorion’s men come out of the old towns with more bruises, that was til the goblins and trolls came our way with some of Ulthorion’s raiders. They rounded up the troublemakers, including Joe Mac. But ol’ Joe here weren’t scared like the others. For some reason, this felt, ‘right’.

We were in a caravan of wagons heading to Eddinburgh for a big spectacle. But a small army of dwarves attacked the trolls and raiders. One of em, handed me an axe after freein me. It felt right in my hand, and I attacked our captors with a fury few had ever seen. I felt changed and reborn almost. The blood of my highland ancestors coursing through my veins. Even the trolls fell to my slaughter that day.

Ever since, the legend of Eosaph MacCallum grew. Now they say I slew a hoard of giants, when it was 2 trolls, a raider, and maybe 5 goblins, but the story was whispered across the hills and even down to the court of Aysle itself. That a warrior lived here and would fight the darkness until the fight was no longer needed.

Eventually I caught up with Lady Ardinay and became an ally of the court. But it’s the hills and the people there that I protect, be they core earther, Aysle born, or from the realm of faerie.