Showing posts with label Viking. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Viking. Show all posts

Wednesday, March 4, 2020

Göran Borgerson, Viking Warrior

Göran joined Hrolf and Snorre on the trail of those pesky Anglish. After wiping out their village, Alfarinn learned that the church's gold and silver had been scurried off by a few of the locals to protect it. Alfarinn sent the three of them out to find the treasure. Surely, with all that weight slowing them down, the Anglish couldn't be too had to find or too far ahead of them.

-Excerpt from the Saga of Alfarinn the War-Maker

Wednesday, December 18, 2019

Going a viking

Sven loaded up the longship with the rest of the crew. Hopefully this year's raids would be as successful as last years. He was able to use all the silver he acquired from his share of the Danegeld to buy a herd of sheep for the farm. With their wool, surviving the harsh Scandinavian winters was just a little bit easier.

Wednesday, April 25, 2018

The Mad One, Håkon's Champion

Håkon is guarded by a crazed berserker who is fiercely loyal to him. No one knows what has earned such strong loyalty. But he never leaves Håkon's side except to slay those who get too close. 


Wednesday, April 11, 2018

Hrolf and Snorre Ulfson

Amongst his most fearsome troops were the brothers Ulfson. Some say their father was actually a wolf. If you asked them about their parentage, they would give a sly smile and tell you it was they were only half brothers, for Geri was Hrolf's father while Freki was Snorre's father! 

Hrolf was the larger of the brothers; resplendent with his blond locks and beard and weilding a giant hammer in battle. His brother Snorre had to be quicker since he could not rely on his brother's strength. Thus, he carried his sword Neck-Cleaver along with a stout shield for protection.

In battle, the two always fought together, often singing as they hacked through enemy soldiers.


-Excerpt from the Saga of Alfarinn the War-Maker



Wednesday, March 21, 2018

Håkon Magnusson, Viking Warlord

And the Vikings came upon them likes wolves, devouring all before them. The heathens left no bed unturned looking for treasure and slaves to take back to their dark lands. They slaughtered any who stood in their way to slake their thirst for battle. At their head was a mighty lord with a giant dog at his side and the blasphemous raven banner aloft above him.