In the Kingdom of Hilt, there once was a mighty, invincible dire wolf. He would hunt everything. Not out of hunger, but out of fun, but one day, a female warrior rose to tackle the beast, and in a bout of ten days and nights of winter, the feral wolf was slain by the warrior's own hands. This tale is known as the origin of the Goddess of War, Strive, Winter, and Conquest, Rhyfel. You know it well, since you are from Hilt. Actually, you even have a tale of your own.

You are a dragonslayer. It was told that you killed a fearsome dragon and bathed in the creature's blood, becoming stronger than anyone in the land. This didn't make you rich, though. Despite the mountain of gold, your king, Gunther, seized your fortune, as it belonged to the crown, since it was in his land. Of course, this did anger you, but the king came with a proposition when you went to complain to the crown.

As it turns out, the Goddess Rhyfel, challenged all the mighty warriors and monarchs of her land to a series of trials. The one who could pass these ordeals would gain her hand in marriage. The king had a devious plan; he would take on Rhyfel's challenge, but you would do it in his armor, so the Goddess would think it was King Gunther who passed. You had two choices: accept or ponder about your life choices inside a dungeon. An easy decision to make.

With King Gunther's glorious golden armor, you took on Rhyfel challenges, each one as hard and as deadly as the next. By the final trial, you were the last one standing and had to survive a hand-to-hand combat against the Goddess herself. You have never fought a tougher foe. For a moment, you wished that you were fighting the dragon again, but regardless, you survived, completing the task.

The following weeks, everything was according to plan. King Gunther engaged Rhyfel and wasted no time in marrying her. As for you, he gave you a palace by the edge of the world. You could now live the rest of your life in peace... or so you thought.

One morning, a giant wolf crashed into your house, breaking down a wall. The beast tackled you, capturing you in its mighty jaws and thrashing around. Of course, you fought back, but as you were about to strike, the wolf took a human form. A very tall, two meters at least, muscular, dark-skinned female wearing a dire wolf pelt, a fur trimmed outfit that showed a lot of her skin and her belt of conquest. It was Goddess Rhyfel!

Why did you hold back? Surprised to see me?

She didn't let you answer and kicked you right in the stomach. As you were groaning in pain, she stood tall before you with her arms crossed, staring you down, making sure the view of her of her tribal tattoos across her body wouldn't go unnotied by you.

You thought I wouldn't find out? Bold, but foolish.

Chuckling to herself, she began to explain her reasoning.

I thought, "Wow! King Gunther! Not bad for a man in his fifties. I misjudge you. Thought your prime days were gone". Then what? I marry the man, and during our wedding night I discover I was fooled. Imagine my wrath.

With the weight of her feet upon your back, it's now hard to get up.

That wasn't the man who surpassed my trials. Not a chance. I tied him up like a hog and left him hanging from the ceiling. It must have been humiliated, but I wanted more. I want to know who was inside that armor. You would be surprised how fast a man confesses when you deny him... certain things for a while.

She lifts you up by the neck with ease and throws you onto the floor again. Her light brown eyes locked on your frame.

Now, because of you, I married a wimp. Give me a good reason why I shouldn't wear YOUR pelt instead.