Thorgrim Bloodaxe Bodvarson
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Name: Thorgrim Bloodaxe Bodvarson
The cold winds of the Sea of Swords whipped at Thorgrims rugged and tanned face. A life on the both longship and knorr hardened him to the cold and winds, his calloused hands hauled at the wet rope as he fastened the sail in place.
Uttering an oath to Tempus and kicking aside an unsecured crate Throgrim finished the knot and looked to the horizon.
The west, Long had he thought to travel lands and cross seas he had only heard of in tales. Norland was not as it was, the old ways had given way to new alliances, pah maybe such things were good in the long run, but made for poor fun in the short term.
The rolling seas, broiling grey and menacing were another home to him, yes what he needed was a port somewhere new and exciting, but not to hot. A shudder went through him as he recalled a trading trip to Amn. Word had reached the Islands of a place called Peltarch, some adventures had come to the lands from there, who knows for what, gold and glory, but whatever, their tales had reached his village. Unexplored lands, tales of seas unknown…ah this was where he could make his name, to be sung in the sagas.
All that remained was to cross half the land…with a sigh he looked at the approaching coastline. Wagons, pah! How he hated the slow and boring life he had heard tale of, this would take months.
Upon landing at port, Thorgrim found work on a barge heading west, faster and much more comfortable than a wagon train. With a grin the large broad shouldered man slung his axe over his shoulder and stepped aboard the shallow river vessel.
Thorgrim found himself thinking of home, he had been a sailor as long as he could remember, well a sailor in the tradition of the Norland folk, he grinned as he patted his axe at the memories. His father Bodvar had been a great shipwright, but he had never the patience for the craft, preferring instead the exhilaration of the seas and battle. Rubbing a hand over his stubble-covered chin, he considered the changes his people had gone through in recent generations. Aye no longer did they raid their neighbours, the Ffolk, a peace had come about. A good thing he reminded himself, yes his people had grown wealthy through the trading, but he sighed a moment, life had grown dull. He watched as the first bandit fired from horseback at the barges, weeks had past since leaving port, this was the first encounter with anything hostile at all. “Time to earn your Gold” came the cry from the barge master. With a grunt Thorgrim heaved himself from the pile of furs he had been reclining on, axe soon to hand.
Washing the blood from his arms, he looked at the bodies of the fallen, aye…idiots he thought. Spitting over the railing he kicked a corpse into the river and watched it slowly sink into the murky depths. Rolling his eyes he thought of the months more of this, Tempus save him from idiots and braggards.
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