Post by Drakira on Apr 2, 2019 20:34:24 GMT
NAME: Aasgeir Ormstunga
BORN: Northern Norsca
AGE: Early 60s
I was born a bastard to a woman of the Snaegr tribe. Allied with the mighty Aeslings, my people are fierce and bloodthirsty, respecting strength and perfection where the Blood God is honoured with countless skulls.
My desire to seek perfection with martial prowess started early in my life, and as I grew older, us young ones scrambled for power amongst ourselves, seeking glory. Soon it was clear that I was gifted, and some spoke that I may one day become a champion of my tribe.
My success ensured that I enjoyed the more pleasurable spoils of a warrior’s life. There were some who named me vain, arrogant, a womaniser. But should a man be weak enough that his woman seeks comfort elsewhere, what else am I to do but oblige?
It was not long before my brothers grew jealous. Rumours, slander, and lies abounded amongst those who could not better me in combat. I must admit, I took pleasure in their hatred, bedding their women and drinking their ale. It gave me good sport for a time, until eventually I found that I could not find a foe worthy of my blade. The ales and roast meats of the feasting halls grew mundane. Their music scratched my ears. A woman’s touch bored me.
I thirsted for greater foes. I hungered for exotic experiences. I desired perfection.
And so, I set forth to the Monolith of Flesh in the far north. And after many ordeals, I found it; rising up from the barren wasteland on the edge of the Chaos Sea. I won’t tell you what I saw there. But I learned a great many secrets.
I can no longer return to the Snaegr or the Aeslings. But why would I want to? For at last I might seek that perfection that I so greatly thirsted for. And my God has blessed me with youth, and the ability to take any pleasure that I so seek. None now can resist my beautiful visage; both a blessing and a curse. I should be careful in who’s company I remove my helm. Perhaps you would care to see..?
BORN: Northern Norsca
AGE: Early 60s
I was born a bastard to a woman of the Snaegr tribe. Allied with the mighty Aeslings, my people are fierce and bloodthirsty, respecting strength and perfection where the Blood God is honoured with countless skulls.
My desire to seek perfection with martial prowess started early in my life, and as I grew older, us young ones scrambled for power amongst ourselves, seeking glory. Soon it was clear that I was gifted, and some spoke that I may one day become a champion of my tribe.
My success ensured that I enjoyed the more pleasurable spoils of a warrior’s life. There were some who named me vain, arrogant, a womaniser. But should a man be weak enough that his woman seeks comfort elsewhere, what else am I to do but oblige?
It was not long before my brothers grew jealous. Rumours, slander, and lies abounded amongst those who could not better me in combat. I must admit, I took pleasure in their hatred, bedding their women and drinking their ale. It gave me good sport for a time, until eventually I found that I could not find a foe worthy of my blade. The ales and roast meats of the feasting halls grew mundane. Their music scratched my ears. A woman’s touch bored me.
I thirsted for greater foes. I hungered for exotic experiences. I desired perfection.
And so, I set forth to the Monolith of Flesh in the far north. And after many ordeals, I found it; rising up from the barren wasteland on the edge of the Chaos Sea. I won’t tell you what I saw there. But I learned a great many secrets.
I can no longer return to the Snaegr or the Aeslings. But why would I want to? For at last I might seek that perfection that I so greatly thirsted for. And my God has blessed me with youth, and the ability to take any pleasure that I so seek. None now can resist my beautiful visage; both a blessing and a curse. I should be careful in who’s company I remove my helm. Perhaps you would care to see..?