Retron was never certain early in life as to who he was. Cursed with sub-par intelligence but above average strength, the natural path would have been that of a warrior. However, he lacked the natural intuition to use weapons effectively and having seen the elder shamans of Halas at work his mind was made up - despite his brutish strength he'd become a shaman.
There were complications, though, not least that Retron was fascinated by the wolves of Everfrost and refused to injure the creatures. This drew much scorn from the elders, but by now it was too late to learn the ways of the Beastlord. No, Retron was stuck with being a caster, not that that stopped him from following the ways of the fighters as best he could.
As the seasons passed, Retron realised with a growing sadness that his mighty weapons would never be as proficient in his hands as those wielded by his fellow Northmen, the rogues, warriors and beastlords. However, there was yet another twist in store.... On a trek through the barren plains of Karana he stumbled across a small fishing village. There he found powerful magic that would allow summoning of a compainion from the spirit world - the companion would appear in the form of a great wolf.
From that day forth, with his companion at his side, Retron set out on the path to become a proper shaman, rather than lusting for the melee combat of previous seasons. With time, he learned to perfect the art of enhancing his friends, slowing his foes, sapping their strength then draining their health over time. Happily for Retron, once an adversary was slowed there was still ample time to swing weapons, although the damage inflicted would have caused the shamans of his home temple to blush!
Over the years Retron's power grew, until eventually he too became an elder prophet of Halas. As with countless others before him, the realisation struck that everything leading up to now was only training for the evils he now would face. However, between fights against dragons and gods, there was now time to refine his magic, making enchantments last longer or consume less mental energy. In a throwback to those tender early days of meleeing gnolls in Blackburrow, there was also a chance to learn from the warriors the art of better absorbing blows, or of making oneself healthier through sheer will. Needless to say, all of these appealed to Retron, but there were never enough hours in the day to absorb it all....
On one cold spring day, Retron was called to the Temple of Justice. Word had spread of his love of wolves, despite the fact the feeling wasn't mutual amongst most of Norrath's denizens. And so it came to pass that Retron learned the art of calling forth a pack of spirit wolves; although the mental effort required meant they could only exist for one minute, they were truly a force to be reckoned with. With further practice over time, they turned from mere spirits and solidified to become real wolves, albeit called from another plane.
That day, Retron had found his true dream - from that day forth he was to be known as Retron Wolfcaller.
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