Baron Rookhaven was coming! He charged onto the battlefield, his armour creaking, the great weight of it dragging him down with every step that he took. Searching through the mud, blood, smoke and mayhem for his targets, his heart pounded in his helmet and his lungs felt as if they would burst. The cowardly Redhawk's would not harm his precious unkindness of ravens; the Baron had swore and oath to protect them and he would fulfill it or die trying.
Hefting the great weight of his mace, Beaksplitter, Baron Rookhaven waded into battle. Pounding his battle tested weapon against his steel armour, he rang out a challenge to all. Nothing would stop him. He would feed well today!