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Icias was once a great warrior of the Ember Isle, friend to man and Bearon alike. His opinion was respected and his strength was feared but it just took one too many times speaking out against the corruption to cause the jaded leaders to give the Bearon community an ultimatum. Silence Icias and the other trouble makers or start an all out war threw the northern Isles.... As prideful and stubborn as he was Icias would have no part in this so his own people banished him.

The Polar Bearon was strengthened by the cold, but without it in this land of summer for the last two or three years his strength was weakened. Claws dulled, roar off pitch, and the Bearon walked alone unaware that his people had eventually had a civil war and many had died but him. Left rotting, no honor or dignity to be found. He was now a loser...

Doesn't matter how big you are or how powerful you once were, everyone has the potential to be a loser. War in the west, destruction in the north, Icias stayed far away from all that mess. He made his way east before finding a smaller sized town nestled in the woods next to a pretty water fall called Rivers End.It felt symbolic of how great life had been and now it had all come to an end.

This town was a special place in the world, it was like a magnet for people and creatures who had been used and hung out to dry. Losers from all over the world came south east to Rivers End to just live the rest of their meaningless lives out in piece. So it was a cruel wind of fate that landed Icias here. No ships sailed up the river this far, no bards told stories of heroes here, and no traders ventured this far with anything worth anything more then a few Silvers.

He was approached right away by an old man, hoping he was a trader the man asked what he had to sell. The Bearon sold his armor years ago for food and some extra Silvers, all he had left was his empty coin sack and a heavy heart. The man sighted, 'I was hoping you would have a few ingredients for my medicine...' The Bearon sighed and walked away, he couldn't even help a dying old man. He truly was a loser, trading in his empty coin purse for a single Silver before heading over to the pub to waste it on one last drink...

Icias finishes his drink and hands the empty bottle to the bar keep, "one more for a drink loser like me?" The keep hands him an older drink and walks away, Icias sits alone once more...

Ryder walks into the small pub and sits away from the Bearon. He tells the bar keep to give him some water. He tosses a silver at the barkeep and takes the water. He takes the water and drinks it down to the bottom. The barkeep gets Ryder more water. Ryder turns to the Bearon and questions " why are you here drowning your troubles?"

"Self pity, I'm a loser..." His voice trailer off slightly, "you have no idea, I cant even help a dying man get some ingredients for his elixir." He sighed, and drank the second drink down. Though because of his size as a Bearon greats no where near close to drunk, though he wished he could. Forgetting his troubles would be a wonderful thing for some one of such sadness and despare. "Names Icias, spare a silver?" He asked holding out a paw. It was half to to shake and half to collect his charity.

"Name's Ryder. I'm just passing through town." He puts a silver in Icias's paw.

(Sorry this is short I have no other ideas)

Icias played with the coin in his paw, the more he looked at it the more he realized his thirst for intoxication had dried up. "What's your story stranger?" He asked putting the one silver away to save for later. Why would this strangers let go of a Silver for a creature who knows he is a loser, unless maybe the man was a loser himself. "Are you from here or are you passing through too??" The Bearon gestured to the keep to bring him a water and it was done, he took a sip and listened to the man 'a response.

((OOC: It's totally cool I'm just glad someone finally wants to be a loser with me ))