Born in the quiet Vale Wulfren grew quickly as the war with the runnyeye goblins raged on, weary from war Wulfren sat out on a journey to explore the rest of the world that his elders had spoken so much about in there night time tells.
Shortly after his departure he found himself in the land of Qeynos, and learned of his distant brethren within the thick forrest of the SureFall Glade and the struggle they had with the cursed Sabertooth Gnolls, after many years of furious combat with the gnolls Wulfren became known as the Gnoll Slayer. It was rumored that tens of thousands of gnolls had fell at his hand. Rumors spread so to the point of some saying that he wore a cloak that he had fashioned out of bits of fur from some of the thousands of gnolls he had slaughtered. Once again the war became too much in seeing a complete stand still between the gnolls and the Qenos folk, so with the blessings of his new found brothers and sisters he set out gain to seek the sights and wonders of the world around him.
Now many years later, Wulfren has realized his work has followed him and even a bit of a reputation. Those who are good natured say his name with a smile and those whom are wicked despise his existance and have even sent assissans to kill him none of which have previaled. Of all the years he has lived and traveled there are two things that keep proving themselves to him. One of which is you never stop learning. The second being is that a kind hand and warm smile is always better than a harsh word and a quick slash.