Post by bastion on Jan 22, 2016 12:18:10 GMT -5
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Brief History:
Thornir was born to his parents Hafrold and Ynglvild, his twin brother is called Thornir. They are from Skandinavia, where they were born. They were both taught how to read and write sagas, so they could pass their legacy down the line.
Thornir and his brother Thurnir grew up together, always fighting with wooden swords and practising fighting with their father Hafrold for future raids to the east (to Russia). When they were old enough, the Jarl of the land they lived in made the boys part of his raiding party, yet they were only 13.
In the East
Thornir and Thurnir now on their first raid to the East, they had landed on the shores of Ingria and started looting and pillaging the country side. Thurnir and Thornir didn't get to fight anyone as all the people ran away as they saw the Raiders. They got back to their ship with simple tools and some fine axes they had found. They sailed back home to Skandinavia and continued helping their father with the farm and practising combat with shield and axe.
Although Thornir preffered spears because it would be perfect to cover his brother in a fight from a safe distance.
Thornir and Thurnir split their loot and now had their very own weapons to use.
To the West
Now as Thornir and Thurnir were older, around 20, they had set on another journey, to the West. They had heard there are unimaginable riches and loot in the West. They had yet again joined their Jarls raiding party, this time they have set sail for West.
Many nights had passed and a storm had came, the ships had started to sink around them. Many had disappeared from his sight and now the great waves were coming for his and his brothers's ship. Thurnir had hit his head and fallen unconcious.
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Crashed
Thornir and Thurnir now crashed on the unknown shores. Thurnir was waken up by his brother and they had started to scavenge what they could find from the ship, Weapons and Shields and some of the other raiders armor. Thornir feared they had crashed on the Pictish lands, mighty warriors wearing kilts. Those Picts who had killed many of their raiding parties in the past. They left from the crashed ship and started walking, in hopes of finding a place to rest, eat and find some of their countrymen at the same time. Thurnir and Thornir both agreed on establishing a colony of their own in this fertile looking land, as back home they had only fish and rock.
