Aldric Oswulf

Aldric Oswulf — The Wolf of Greyfang

“He was born beneath a howling sky, and the world never knew peace again.”

Basic Profile

Full Name: Lord Aldric Oswulf
Titles: Lord of Greywatch and Greyfang Isle, Warden of the Southern Sea, The Wolf of Albion
Race: Human
Culture: Albaheim (Northern Coastline, Greywatch Lineage)
Born: 600 PR — Greywatch Keep, Western Coast of Albion
Height: 6’2”
Hair: Ash-brown, windswept, often tied in a low warrior’s knot
Eyes: Grey-blue, “cold as sea-iron”
Build: Broad-shouldered, athletic — trained in sword, spear, and command
Faith: Devoted to Kiba, god of warriors and wolves, Zennar, God of Glory and Duty, but quietly honours Vandar, God of Death and Souls
Sigil: A grey wolf on a black field
Motto: “By Fang and Flame.”
Personality: Stoic, relentless, strategic — tempered by a sense of justice that burns colder than mercy

Birth of the Grey Son (600 PR – 612 PR)

Aldric Oswulf was born in Greywatch Keep, a fortress perched on the cliffs of Albion’s storm-ridden west. His father, Lord Garric Oswulf, was known as the Iron Wolf — a stoic commander whose banners guarded the western sea from Fenris raiders. His mother, Lady Eirena Halwyn, was a scholar of the Avalan Elves, renowned for her wisdom and beauty.

The boy’s childhood was shaped by wind, steel, and silence. He learned to ride before he could read, to hold a sword before he could write. While other noble sons were schooled in manners, Aldric was taught the art of patience — “The wolf that rushes dies alone.”

He showed rare discipline for his age. The household guards whispered that when he stared from the ramparts, the wolves in the cliffs below howled as though greeting kin.

The Grey Heir (612 PR – 618 PR)

By sixteen, Aldric commanded Greywatch’s patrols across the western marches. His father sent him to train under Sir Eamon Goldrose, a Silverbrand knight who had once fought in the Age of Darkness. From him, Aldric learned not just warfare, but duty — the weight of command, the burden of loss.

He earned his first victory at seventeen when he repelled Norlan raiders from the coast during the Battle of Saltpoint, killing the enemy captain in single combat. His courage earned him the loyalty of hardened men twice his age.

During these years, Aldric also met Lady Aravae Avalan, a High-Elf diplomat of House Avalan. Their friendship began in mutual respect — her wit and his resolve — and over two years, it became something deeper. It was said she could calm his temper with a glance, and that he could silence entire courts with a word.

The Feast of Poison — The Birth of the Wolf (618 PR)

On his eighteenth birthday, Greywatch Keep held a great feast. Lords from Albion’s coast came to celebrate the future Warden of the West. The music was bright, the torches high, and wine flowed like melted gold.

Before midnight, his parents were dead.
Their cups, laced with poison of foreign make, foamed and fell from their hands.

In the panic that followed, Aldric alone remained still. He lifted his father’s goblet, smelled the bitter almond and black resin — the mark of Nev-Tisk-Is, a lawless island kingdom south of Albion.

He ordered the feast hall sealed. By dawn, every servant had been questioned. The assassins — two foreign couriers — were caught and executed at the cliff’s edge.

When the bodies fell to the sea, Aldric turned to the horizon and whispered,

“For every drop of my father’s blood, I will drown their world in wolves.”

That vow became prophecy.

The War of the Wolf (620 PR)

(See “Saga of the War of the Wolf” for full account)

Aldric raised an army from Albion’s coastal baronies and mercenary bands. With Aravae Avalan by his side, he led the Greywatch Host across the channel and conquered Nev-Tisk-Is in a campaign that lasted only seven months.

• At Redwake Bay, he slew Darran the Drowned King, ending the reign of the Scarlet Corsairs.
• At the Cliffs of Mourning, he crushed the Boneguard cult of Settis, defiling their altars.
• At Navor Keep, he fought Kael Navoris to the death beneath a burning chapel, taking the fortress and the island.

For these deeds, Albion’s King Wulfred Goldred legitimized his conquest, granting him the new title Lord of Greyfang Isle — Warden of Albion’s Southern Sea.

That winter, Aldric married Aravae Avalan in a ceremony lit by moonfire and sea flame — the union of wolf and star.

The Lord of Greyfang (620 PR – Present)

After the war, Aldric began rebuilding the island, renaming its capital Greyfang Keep. He abolished the old slave markets of Nev-Tisk-Isk, burned the temples of the God Hands, and built sanctuaries to Kiba, Zennar and Vandar — one for duty, one for death.

He ruled with a stern but just hand. Pirates who surrendered were branded and conscripted; those who refused were hanged from the cliffs. He established the Wolfguard, an elite order of soldiers who wear grey plate and black cloaks, trained in both sea and land warfare.

Aravae serves as his counsellor and mage-warden, teaching his people the art of elven magic to strengthen the isle’s defenses. Together, they forged a mixed court of human and elf — rare in Albion’s history.

The Shadow of Prophecy

Though victorious, Aldric’s reign is not without ghosts. The sea priests of Nev-Tisk-Is swore vengeance before they were driven into exile, proclaiming that the Wolf’s bloodline would one day be “devoured by the tide that bore him to glory.”

Fishermen whisper that each full moon, wolves howl from the cliffs of Greyfang, joined by voices that are not entirely mortal. Some say Aldric’s parents still walk the shores in spirit, guarding their son’s legacy from the curses he awakened.

Aldric himself rarely sleeps easily. His dreams are of waves that bleed red, of thrones sinking beneath the sea.

Legacy and Reputation

In Albion, Aldric Oswulf is hailed as a hero — the boy who became a warlord and carved a kingdom from the sea. Among his soldiers, he is known simply as “the Wolf Lord.”

But in the southern ports, his name is spoken with dread. The pirates of the southern isles still tell tales of his coming: the night the sea turned black with sails and the wolves howled over the blood foam.

Aldric’s legend has already taken root in song and scripture:

“He was forged in grief, tempered by storm, and crowned in fire;
his howl still echoes between sea and sky.”