This was supposed to be it. The killing blow. After brutally pushing a sharpened stick through the back of his head and cost him his eye, Bristleback's attackers left him for dead in the forest. Luckily for him, small brains are difficult to puncture......

A moment of arrogance and too much ale found Bristleback with iron shackles weighing on his wrists. Out of the shame of his capture and attempted murder came a clear thought. There was only one answer to this humiliation. Blood......

Stripped of his quills and left for dead, Bristleback pull from the woods around him and restored his body to its former killing glory and made ready to hunt down his captors......

It was with this very axe head, left imbeded in his body by his attackers, that Bristleback cut the logs that would replace his lost quils and give weight to his vengeance......

Carved with care and anticipation, the Lumber Smack is Bristleback's favorite all natural way to crush the skulls of his enemies....