Who is the Hildebaron?


A hildebear that's chosen administration over aggression, an artist unqualified to hold a creative license and a bargain price baron.

I've long since abandoned the hunter-filled forests of Ragol for the battlegrounds of bureaucracy, trading fearsome strength for a stylus and a soft belly, While I may not cut an intimidating figure, the thoroughness of my flowcharts, roadmaps and audits have made even the bravest of managers shudder.

I've sharpened my teeth and filled my belly by eating away inefficiency, devouring disorganisation and biting clean through hierarchy. And yet, after the better part of a decade, I'm still hungry.

I yearn for something in between the violent chaos of the forest and the steady lines of my spreadsheets, a flavour that's both intimate and alien...

And with that, I'm trading the spoils of my bureaucratic battles for a second-hand carriage and automaton steed, following a new scent into foreign spaces and wielding my stylus for an entirely different purpose.