COMING SOON: Border War XII

They call me the "Cranky Viking".

I have been a member of Bordescros since 2001 since before we became a shire and we we're known as "The Crossing"'

MY STORY:

Born in Iceland,The Son of a Trader, Second Son. On my Fathers Death, my older Brother sold me when iwas 6,  into slavery to keep my fathers fortune.

As a Slave to I was sold to Norwegian Traders settling in the Orkneys.

The rest of my story is better told over a warm fire and a horn of mead/ale/wine

So you wish to hear more brother.

Surely the rambling of a cranky viking are not of interest to one such as you. I have a bad temper and the berserckers rage surely  my story is of little interest...

Go on you say, well fill my drinking horn and i'll tell my story.

where was I,  are yes! the Orkneys. Strange land!  strange people!, only the Irish are crasier than the scots. and  I have experiance on both accounts  .lol hahahahaha

The Norwegian Traders who bought me in Iceland, treated me kindly.. When i was 15 Ingrid told me that she was unable to bear children and as Thorsgrim and her had been childhood sweet heart and they could not bear to be apart.

Tired of the unspoken bitterness  harboured her by Thorsgrim s parents, they decided to take to the sea as traders and settle some where remote . That might explain why they were in Iceland, it might not she would never say.

Al I know is that Thorsgrim bought at the slave auction and i have not regreted my live since.

Iceland was not to their liking, not enough trade so they settled in Stromness.

On the Viking searoad between the old Homeland and the Land of Eire.

I learnt much from these kind people. But like all settlers we had to accept Vasselage to the Local Earl. He was not that popular but you survived by saying nothing and working hard.

As many boys did I went with Thorsgrim on One of his trading Voyages. We left fit and healthy but returned with the crew long gone from some illness i still have no name for.

This how i earnt my name Death Bringer..

I was the only one fit to steer my father Knarr back home. On arrival back home i took my father home .I staggered under his weight.

By now I had the fever,but said nothing.Father was placed in bed, but lasted for 1 day only.Shortly after, Mother took ill. It was here she told me of ther reasons they had bought me at the slave auction . My fever had only lasted for a few short days. By the 3 rd day i had become an outcast. With my Mother gone many wierd and silly tales were do the round in the small town.

Finally one night a mob with Torched stood out front of our house yelling and screaming that I was the Bringer of Death and I should be burned alive. Escaping out the back way as the house blazed to shout of Death Bringer from the the Hysterical crowd, I made my way in the dark down to the docks. Found a small boat and Left. This then began my adventure

"May Thor guide you actions and may Odinn give you the wisdom to take responsiblity for them"