Started writing some Norse War Band back history. Enjoy some fiction.




The Jarl, Freidger was named "Spear of Peace" by his boastful father. Freidger was the eldest of his brothers, and by far the most passive. The heir to their thrown, Freidger, witnessed as his own father crowned the youngest of his 6 sons. The youngest son was always direction less and quick to take arms against an offender. The new young king in turn banished Freidger to the foreign lands of the south for being a passive disgrace. Being cast among the very enemies they had built as a people, Freidger has brushed off these sarcastic labels in a warpath to out muscle and destroy his 5 brothers and take back his well deserved crown. His passiveness has proven to be far more diplomatic than cowardliness. Ruthlessness in combat yet diplomatic in victory he has made those who would have fallen to his sword into those who would die for it. With the gift of their life his war band has sworn to give their lives for his return to the thrown.


The best of Freidger's fighters is Kolskeggr. He was named that by his captain, for had never seen such a man with a determined mind and an unscatchable beard. Kolskeggr lead the life of a supplies running sailor off the coast of Bretonnia as the land of chivalry was falling. While coming into port his ship was set upon by raiders on shore. The ship was left to sink as he leaped into the dark evening waters clinging to floating debree. Screaming to the Gods to grant him the ability to swim he began thrashing hopelessly to get to shore. He cried out for his loved ones in port, and to his horror the man with the black beard witnessed the devastation of his entire city. The flames of his charred life stood tall into the night as he tired himself to the brink of exhaustion. A now banished Freidger was on the trail of these pillagers and rummaging through the remains for survivors. He over turned Kolskeggr to discover a now white bearded man laying near death. In one swift motion the white jowled Kolskeggr leaped to his feet swinging a broken plank of wood. Wrestling Freidger to the ground they rolled around slugging blow for blow. Freidger grabbed Kolskeggr's white beard while leaping to his feat nearly twisting his head off. With restraint Freidger explained in calm tones that the devastating loss of this town was not by his hands, and if this quarrel is to continue all this man has left will be taken by his bare hands. He gave Kolskeggr the option to join his hunt for the blood of those who ravaged what life he once had. Barely alive and enraged with an unholy spirit Kolskeggr agreed. The now white bearded man rose to accept his lordship, Freidberg for giving him a new reason to make death wait a little longer.


The war party left the port town spreading their lustful trail of greed far to the west. One of fiercest fighters, Dagbjart, named after his motive to never let his opponents see "the light of day". He was full of lust and terrorizing a family of milk maidens Dagbjart overworked himself into a drunken stupor and took his time ravaging the mother of the family late into the morning. The daughters frightened and scared scrambled free of his grip as he passed out near the crest of dawn. Nearly a few city streets away the girls collapsed under a charred over hang as the city buildings smoldered the reminder of their defeat. Aghast by what they found Freidger and his new found companion, Kolskeggr, approached the traumatized young maidens. They were to hopeless to fight as Freidger pulled on the arm of the oldest. "My child," he asked. The girl trembled, "The animal. He's a demon. How could he?" Freidger shook the mother's where abouts out of the paralyzed girl. They approached the creamery as they heard a soft whimper coming from within. They saw the mother with clothes torn apart as she clung to the remaining flaps for some manner of dignity sitting in the far corner. Dagbjart finished tightening his pants as he strolled about aimlessly trying to scrounge up some consciousness. He hefted his double handed axe high above his head for a coup de grace on the withering and writhing form of a woman in the corner. Kolskeggr pushed past his jarl and grabbing up a post driving hammer he cracked Dagbjart in the back. Dagbjart wheeled his axe around nearly beheading Kolskeggr. Kolskeggr struck the hands of Dagbjart forcing his grip to lose the axe. Kolskeggr swung his hammer clear into the side of Dagbjart tossing him across the barn. Kolskeggr threw the hammer straight for Dagbjarts head as he nearly ducked out of the way. Diving onto the downed ravager of women, Kolskeggr grappled for the rapists arms. Catching both behind Dagbjarts back, Dagbjart was now immobilized and staring down the blade of his own axe as Freidger stood holding it. The woman scrambled past Freidger in search for her daughters. Freidger spoke clearly and plainly, "You may now die for your ways, for your leader's ways, and for your choice to take the life of a woman whom had nothing left to lose. You may also live to make a choice. Swear your life to me, hunt down those who would mercilessly take the lives of others. Those very people who in this moment would never grant you your life but instead take it without hesitation. Join us, and pay penance for this plague that you have birthed into this land." Silently Dagbjart rose to his feet relaxing his arms, he was released. He took up his axe and stood silently awaiting his newly granted life of servitude. Not more a word was spake from Dagbjart, for his voice shall never be heard again asking of life. His pillaging ways would never again see "the light of day".