Post by Khaine on Apr 2, 2019 21:17:51 GMT
NAME: Erling, meaning child of the Jarl, or simply "prince" to the so-called civilized peoples.
BORN: Northern Norsca(?)
AGE: Unknown
No mortal man knows exactly where the Chaos Wastes end and the world begins, yet on that ill defined place between sanity and madness once lived a tribe of Northmen. These humans were blessed by the dark prince of Chaos and renowned for their beauty and grace so much that the neighboring tribes thought them to be elves, obviously not having encountered true such creatures ever in their squalid lives. This tribe lived in relative luxury and opulence, their land secure by their might in arms and awe inspiring repute, while their needs were tended to by their slaves, willing members of the tribes around them. In their arrogance and complacency, they threw many a feast, frequently devolving into orgiastic rituals of pleasures and sadism unfathomable. So indecent and perverse they grew in this regard, that their worship of the dark prince must have attracted his attention, or that of one of his ilk, who visited their land during one such feast. Many died that night, yet no corpses were found whose face did not betray a blissful passing.
The stranger had gone as mysteriously as he had appeared, yet mere days later the tribe's shaman declared the joyous news: the jarl's wife, Alva the Fair, secretly thought by many to be infertile, was with child. Seven months later she lay dead amongst the blood-matted furs of her bed, a child playing impishly with the gore in the midst of her ruined form. The Jarl was grief stricken, yet he declared his heir to be strong and gave him his own name, and the name of his fathers before him: "Erling; Thrice-Blessed may he be, for he is baptized in the blood of his mother, the oils of the shamans and the power of the serpent..."
BORN: Northern Norsca(?)
AGE: Unknown
No mortal man knows exactly where the Chaos Wastes end and the world begins, yet on that ill defined place between sanity and madness once lived a tribe of Northmen. These humans were blessed by the dark prince of Chaos and renowned for their beauty and grace so much that the neighboring tribes thought them to be elves, obviously not having encountered true such creatures ever in their squalid lives. This tribe lived in relative luxury and opulence, their land secure by their might in arms and awe inspiring repute, while their needs were tended to by their slaves, willing members of the tribes around them. In their arrogance and complacency, they threw many a feast, frequently devolving into orgiastic rituals of pleasures and sadism unfathomable. So indecent and perverse they grew in this regard, that their worship of the dark prince must have attracted his attention, or that of one of his ilk, who visited their land during one such feast. Many died that night, yet no corpses were found whose face did not betray a blissful passing.
The stranger had gone as mysteriously as he had appeared, yet mere days later the tribe's shaman declared the joyous news: the jarl's wife, Alva the Fair, secretly thought by many to be infertile, was with child. Seven months later she lay dead amongst the blood-matted furs of her bed, a child playing impishly with the gore in the midst of her ruined form. The Jarl was grief stricken, yet he declared his heir to be strong and gave him his own name, and the name of his fathers before him: "Erling; Thrice-Blessed may he be, for he is baptized in the blood of his mother, the oils of the shamans and the power of the serpent..."