The sun was riding high in the sky and the wind was softly rusleing the long grasses when the
quiet was pierced by a cry.
Stepping from the yert gently bouncing her bundle,"My Chief you have a fine healthy sun".
"your name is Billi" the Chief announced holding his son so the gathered men and woman
could see and proclam their approvel .
Young Billi was only eight when raiders tryed to steal the clans cattle and horses.
Armed olny with his axe he held off three men killing one till help arived and for that nights
work he earnd the name Billi the Axe .
At age fourteen Billi stood six foot three inches tall with wide shoulders and hips .
When he walked he had the gate of someone who has spent most of his life astride a horse.

When he turned sixteen as is custom Billi left his clan apon the Great Plains to lead the life
of a mercenary. Doing such jobs as caravan guard, tracker and hunter, wile honing his skills
with his axe and bow .
One day he will return to the nomadic life out on the Great Plains and take up his place as chife
of clan Morgen . Till then he is relishing meeting new peoples and doing exciting things.