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Thordin Galorspyd - Human Giant Foundling Rune Knight Fighter

Name: Thordin Galorspyd

Character Concept: Basically Cú Chulainn with less rage, maybe a little Din Djarin too.

Race, Background, Subclass Class: Human Giant Foundling Rune Knight Fighter

Description: He stands tall at six feet seven inches with black hair and green eyes. Thordin often forgets his height in the company of the “short folk”, bumping his head against the wooden beams and door posts of houses. He always curses in giantish when he does.

Thordin always keeps his weapon in arm’s reach. Even when he bathes, the warrior’s polearm is never too far from his tub. Some folk have wondered if he was born with a spear in hand.

Though he tends to keep himself bathed and groomed, Thordin tends to be unapproachable. His face, though handsome, almost always has a hard expression. He seldom shares his true thoughts save to those he trusts and respects. That’s not to say he is a loner, just pragmatically social.

Your Character’s Plothook: The Nightstone Inn is renowned for its food and cozy guest rooms. The dwarf innkeeper, Morak Ur’gray, has a fondness for adventurers and a nose for lucrative adventuring opportunities.

Past is Prologue: The Rodskjeggr were a peculiar tribe of haugjotunen. For one thing, they kept themselves well groomed, often bathing and combing their hair with carved ivory. They also refrained from consuming sentient creatures. Their particular attitude was more like a frost giants: valuing martial prowess. Make no mistake though, they still were fiercely territorial and belligerent.

However, amongst even them was a peculiar giantess, Skavilga. She was renowned among her tribe as a mighty krigga, skald, and skiltgravr. Her proclivities were just as peculiar. She oft wandered on her own into forests and swamps, returning with no game and no word of what she did there. The rumors amongst her tribe claimed that she was also a weirdner. Though many sought her warmth in bed, none of her peers could best her in combat to claim it as was her requirement.

So when Skavilga returned from her wanderings one day with a human baby in her arms, they widely accepted that she found it somewhere. After all, if a mighty hill giant could not beat her, what chance did the short folk have?

She raised the child as though he were her own flesh and blood, teaching him how to fight, hunt, and speak. Amongst her tribe, he was called Sorthjelm for his black hair or Ettinbarn derisively. However, Skavilga named him Thordin. She never explained what that meant, nor why she took him in, nor whence he came from, only that he would find those answers in due time.

Life amongst the Rodskjeggr was never easy. Though they permitted him to live with them out of deference to Skavilga, Thordin was still the size of a giant child when he was fully grown, with all of the difficulty that entailed. He had to learn to climb quickly, jump high, and move swiftly to keep up with them. He took up the spear to compensate for his relatively short reach.

Thordin eventually earned the title Galorspyd, Sun Spear, for using the sunlight to blind a bear and slay it with his polearm. From that day, he was declared a fully grown warrior by his surrogate mother. However, he knew that his future lay not among the Red Beards.

Thordin took his leave of Skavilga to find his fate amongst his birth kind. With the new Ordning on the horizon, perhaps he will find the answers about his past and forge a better future.

Deity: Annam, when asked why a human would worship a giant deity, he shrugs his shoulders and claims he learned from his foster mother and does not feel like learning the prayers for another deity.

Music: Woodkid’s Iron pretty much embodies this character’s mental state. He’s been put through a rigorous upbringing and lives in combat.

https://youtu.be/nj9ucBQ04Ag?si=GyPDVzk_Ov8Bbr4Y

Music embodying his inspiration:

https://youtu.be/XqyEADY_20Y?si=4UNT2v2BMe3UWXU0

A song of his possible fate:

https://youtu.be/D0ihPazjoy4?si=sVE1sI8v7FBF3F92

Is Might Right? “What a foolish question. Of course might makes right! It’s how Ordning works, it’s also how the short folk work though they are less honest about it. You shouldn’t ask if might is right, you should ask: what is might? Is might being a cruel beast that only preys on the weak? Or is challenging the strong and growing stronger yourself? Protest in favor of might for right all you want, but you can only make it a reality WITH might!”

Thordin Galorspyd - Human Giant Foundling Rune Knight Fighter

Name: Thordin Galorspyd

Character Concept: Basically Cú Chulainn with less rage, maybe a little Din Djarin too.

Race, Background, Subclass Class: Human Giant Foundling Rune Knight Fighter

Description: He stands tall at six feet four inches with black hair and green eyes. Thordin often forgets his height in the company of the “short folk”, bumping his head against the wooden beams and door posts of houses. He always curses in giantish when he does.

Thordin always keeps his weapon in arm’s reach. Even when he bathes, the warrior’s polearm is never too far from his tub. Some folk have wondered if he was born with a spear in hand.

Though he tends to keep himself bathed and groomed, Thordin tends to be unapproachable. His face, though handsome, almost always has a hard expression. He seldom shares his true thoughts save to those he trusts and respects. That’s not to say he is a loner, just pragmatically social.

Your Character’s Plothook: The Nightstone Inn is renowned for its food and cozy guest rooms. The dwarf innkeeper, Morak Ur’gray, has a fondness for adventurers and a nose for lucrative adventuring opportunities.

Past is Prologue: The Rodskjeggr were a peculiar tribe of haugjotunen. For one thing, they kept themselves well groomed, often bathing and combing their hair with carved ivory. They also refrained from consuming sentient creatures. Their particular attitude was more like a frost giants: valuing martial prowess. Make no mistake though, they still were fiercely territorial and belligerent.

However, amongst even them was a peculiar giantess, Skavilga. She was renowned among her tribe as a mighty krigga, skald, and skiltgravr. Her proclivities were just as peculiar. She oft wandered on her own into forests and swamps, returning with no game and no word of what she did there. The rumors amongst her tribe claimed that she was also a weirdner. Though many sought her warmth in bed, none of her peers could best her in combat to claim it as was her requirement.

So when Skavilga returned from her wanderings one day with a human baby in her arms, they widely accepted that she found it somewhere. After all, if a mighty hill giant could not beat her, what chance did the short folk have?

She raised the child as though he were her own flesh and blood, teaching him how to fight, hunt, and speak. Amongst her tribe, he was called Sorthjelm for his black hair or Ettinbarn derisively. However, Skavilga named him Thordin. She never explained what that meant, nor why she took him in, nor whence he came from, only that he would find those answers in due time.

Life amongst the Rodskjeggr was never easy. Though they permitted him to live with them out of deference to Skavilga, Thordin was still the size of a giant child when he was fully grown, with all of the difficulty that entailed. He had to learn to climb quickly, jump high, and move swiftly to keep up with them. He took up the spear to compensate for his relatively short reach.

Thordin eventually earned the title Galorspyd, Sun Spear, for using the sunlight to blind a bear and slay it with his polearm. From that day, he was declared a fully grown warrior by his surrogate mother. However, he knew that his future lay not among the Red Beards.

Thordin took his leave of Skavilga to find his fate amongst his birth kind. With the new Ordning on the horizon, perhaps he will find the answers about his past and forge a better future.

Deity: Annam, when asked why a human would worship a giant deity, he shrugs his shoulders and claims he learned from his foster mother and does not feel like learning the prayers for another deity.

Music: Woodkid’s Iron pretty much embodies this character’s mental state. He’s been put through a rigorous upbringing and lives in combat.

https://youtu.be/nj9ucBQ04Ag?si=GyPDVzk_Ov8Bbr4Y

Music embodying his inspiration:

https://youtu.be/XqyEADY_20Y?si=4UNT2v2BMe3UWXU0

A song of his possible fate:

https://youtu.be/D0ihPazjoy4?si=sVE1sI8v7FBF3F92

Is Might Right? “What a foolish question. Of course might makes right! It’s how Ordning works, it’s also how the short folk work though they are less honest about it. You shouldn’t ask if might is right, you should ask: what is might? Is might being a cruel beast that only preys on the weak? Or is challenging the strong and growing stronger yourself? Protest in favor of might for right all you want, but you can only make it a reality WITH might!”

Thordin Galorspyd - Human Giant Foundling Rune Knight Fighter

Name: Thordin Galorspyd

Character Concept: Basically Cú Chulainn with less rage, maybe a little Din Djarin too.

Race, Background, Subclass Class: Human Giant Foundling Rune Knight Fighter

Description: He stands tall at six feet four inches with black hair and green eyes. Thordin often forgets his height in the company of the “short folk”, bumping his head against the wooden beams and door posts of houses. He always curses in giantish when he does.

Thordin always keeps his weapon in arm’s reach. Even when he bathes, the warrior’s polearm is never too far from his tub. Some folk have wondered if he was born with a spear in hand.

Though he tends to keep himself bathed and groomed, Thordin tends to be unapproachable. His face, though handsome, almost always has a hard expression. He seldom shares his true thoughts save to those he trusts and respects. That’s not to say he is a loner, just pragmatically social.

Your Character’s Plothook: The Nightstone Inn is renowned for its food and cozy guest rooms. The dwarf innkeeper, Morak Ur’gray, has a fondness for adventurers and a nose for lucrative adventuring opportunities.

Past is Prologue: The Rodskjeggr were a peculiar tribe of haugjotunen. For one thing, they kept themselves well groomed, often bathing and combing their hair with carved ivory. They also refrained from consuming sentient creatures. Their particular attitude was more like a frost giants: valuing martial prowess. Make no mistake though, they still were fiercely territorial and belligerent.

However, amongst even them was a peculiar giantess, Skavilga. She was renowned among her tribe as a mighty krigga, skald, and skiltgravr. Her proclivities were just as peculiar. She oft wandered on her own into forests and swamps, returning with no game and no word of what she did there. The rumors amongst her tribe claimed that she was also a weirdner. Though many sought her warmth in bed, none of her peers could best her in combat to claim it as was her requirement.

So when Skavilga returned from her wanderings one day with a human baby in her arms, they widely accepted that she found it somewhere. After all, if a mighty hill giant could not beat her, what chance did the short folk have?

She raised the child as though he were her own flesh and blood, teaching him how to fight, hunt, and speak. Amongst her tribe, he was called Sorthjelm for his black hair or Ettinbarn derisively. However, Skavilga named him Thordin. She never explained what that meant, nor why she took him in, nor whence he came from, only that he would find those answers in due time.

Life amongst the Rodskjeggr was never easy. Though they permitted him to live with them out of deference to Skavilga, Thordin was still the size of a giant child when he was fully grown, with all of the difficulty that entailed. He had to learn to climb quickly, jump high, and move swiftly to keep up with them. He took up the spear to compensate for his relatively short reach.

Thordin eventually earned the title Galorspyd, Sun Spear, for using the sunlight to blind a bear and slay it with his polearm. From that day, he was declared a fully grown warrior by his surrogate mother. However, he knew that his future lay not among the Red Beards.

Thordin took his leave of Skavilga to find his fate amongst his birth kind. With the new Ordning on the horizon, perhaps he will find the answers about his past and forge a better future.

Deity: Annam, when asked why a human would worship a giant deity, he shrugs his shoulders and claims he learned from his foster mother and does not feel like learning the prayers for another deity.

Music: Woodkid’s Iron pretty much embodies this character’s mental state. He’s been put through a rigorous upbringing and lives in combat.

https://youtu.be/nj9ucBQ04Ag?si=GyPDVzk_Ov8Bbr4Y

Music embodying his inspiration:

https://youtu.be/XqyEADY_20Y?si=4UNT2v2BMe3UWXU0

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Is Might Right? “What a foolish question. Of course might makes right! It’s how Ordning works, it’s also how the short folk work though they are less honest about it. You shouldn’t ask if might is right, you should ask: what is might? Is might being a cruel beast that only preys on the weak? Or is challenging the strong and growing stronger yourself? Protest in favor of might for right all you want, but you can only make it a reality WITH might!”

Thordin Galorspyd - Human Giant Foundling Rune Knight Fighter

Name: Thordin Galorspyd

Character Concept: Basically Cú Chulainn with less rage, maybe a little Din Djarin too.

Race, Background, Subclass Class: Human Giant Foundling Rune Knight Fighter

Description: He stands tall at six feet four inches with black hair and green eyes. Thordin often forgets his height in the company of the “short folk”, bumping his head against the wooden beams and door posts of houses. He always curses in giantish when he does.

Thordin always keeps his weapon in arm’s reach. Even when he bathes, the warrior’s polearm is never too far from his tub. Some folk have wondered if he was born with a spear in hand.

Though he tends to keep himself bathed and groomed, Thordin tends to be unapproachable. His face, though handsome, almost always has a hard expression. He seldom shares his true thoughts save to those he trusts and respects. That’s not to say he is a loner, just pragmatically social.

Your Character’s Plothook: The Nightstone Inn is renowned for its food and cozy guest rooms. The dwarf innkeeper, Morak Ur’gray, has a fondness for adventurers and a nose for lucrative adventuring opportunities.

Past is Prologue: The Rodskjeggr were a peculiar tribe of haugjotunen. For one thing, they kept themselves well groomed, often bathing and combing their hair with carved ivory. They also refrained from consuming sentient creatures. Their particular attitude was more like a frost giants: valuing martial prowess. Make no mistake though, they still were fiercely territorial and belligerent.

However, amongst even them was a peculiar giantess, Skavilga. She was renowned among her tribe as a mighty krigga, skald, and skiltgravr. Her proclivities were just as peculiar. She oft wandered on her own into forests and swamps, returning with no game and no word of what she did there. The rumors amongst her tribe claimed that she was also a weirdner. Though many sought her warmth in bed, none of her peers could best her in combat to claim it as was her requirement.

So when Skavilga returned from her wanderings one day with a human baby in her arms, they widely accepted that she found it somewhere. After all, if a mighty hill giant could not beat her, what chance did the short folk have?

She raised the child as though he were her own flesh and blood, teaching him how to fight, hunt, and speak. Amongst her tribe, he was called Sorthjelm for his black hair or Ettinbarn derisively. However, Skavilga named him Thordin. She never explained what that meant, nor why she took him in, nor whence he came from, only that he would find those answers in due time.

Life amongst the Rodskjeggr was never easy. Though they permitted him to live with them out of deference to Skavilga, Thordin was still the size of a giant child when he was fully grown, with all of the difficulty that entailed. He had to learn to climb quickly, jump high, and move swiftly to keep up with them. He took up the spear to compensate for his relatively short reach.

Thordin eventually earned the title Galorspyd, Sun Spear, for using the sunlight to blind a bear and slay it with his polearm. From that day, he was declared a fully grown warrior by his surrogate mother. However, he knew that his future lay not among the Red Beards.

Thordin took his leave of Skavilga to find his fate amongst his birth kind. With the new Ordning on the horizon, perhaps he will find the answers about his past and forge a better future.

Deity: Annam, when asked why a human would worship a giant deity, he shrugs his shoulders and claims he learned from his foster mother and does not feel like learning the prayers for another deity.

Music: Woodkid’s Iron pretty much embodies this character’s mental state. He’s been put through a rigorous upbringing and lives in combat.

https://youtu.be/nj9ucBQ04Ag?si=GyPDVzk_Ov8Bbr4Y

Is Might Right? “What a foolish question. Of course might makes right! It’s how Ordning works, it’s also how the short folk work though they are less honest about it. You shouldn’t ask if might is right, you should ask: what is might? Is might being a cruel beast that only preys on the weak? Or is challenging the strong and growing stronger yourself? Protest in favor of might for right all you want, but you can only make it a reality WITH might!”

Thordin Galorspyd - Human Giant Foundling Rune Knight Fighter

Name: Thordin Galorspyd

Character Concept: Basically Cú Chulainn with less rage, maybe a little Din Djarin too.

Race, Background, Subclass Class: Human Giant Foundling Rune Knight Fighter

Description: He stands tall at six feet four inches with black hair and green eyes. Thordin often forgets his height in the company of the “short folk”, bumping his head against the wooden beams and door posts of houses. He always curses in giantish when he does.

Thordin always keeps his weapon in arm’s reach. Even when he bathes, the warrior’s polearm is never too far from his tub. Some folk have wondered if he was born with a spear in hand.

Though he tends to keep himself bathed and groomed, Thordin tends to be unapproachable. His face, though handsome, almost always has a hard expression. He seldom shares his true thoughts save to those he trusts and respects. That’s not to say he is a loner, just pragmatically social.

Your Character’s Plothook: The Nightstone Inn is renowned for its food and cozy guest rooms. The dwarf innkeeper, Morak Ur’gray, has a fondness for adventurers and a nose for lucrative adventuring opportunities.

Past is Prologue: The Rodskjeggr were a peculiar tribe of haugjotunen. For one thing, they kept themselves well groomed, often bathing and combing their hair with carved ivory. They also refrained from consuming sentient creatures. Their particular attitude was more like a frost giants: valuing martial prowess. Make no mistake though, they still were fiercely territorial and belligerent.

However, amongst even them was a peculiar giantess, Skavilga. She was renowned among her tribe as a mighty krigga, skald, and skiltgravr. Her proclivities were just as peculiar. She oft wandered on her own into forests and swamps, returning with no game and no word of what she did there. The rumors amongst her tribe claimed that she was also a weirdner. Though many sought her warmth in bed, none of her peers could best her in combat to claim it as was her requirement.

So when Skavilga returned from her wanderings one day with a human baby in her arms, they widely accepted that she found it somewhere. After all, if a mighty hill giant could not beat her, what chance did the short folk have?

She raised the child as though he were her own flesh and blood, teaching him how to fight, hunt, and speak. Amongst her tribe, he was called Sorthjelm for his black hair or Ettinbarn derisively. However, Skavilga named him Thordin. She never explained what that meant, nor why she took him in, nor whence he came from, only that he would find those answers in due time.

Life amongst the Rodskjeggr was never easy. Though they permitted him to live with them out of deference to Skavilga, Thordin was still the size of a giant child when he was fully grown, with all of the difficulty that entailed. He had to learn to climb quickly, jump high, and move swiftly to keep up with them. He took up the spear to compensate for his relatively short reach.

Thordin eventually earned the title Galorspyd, Sun Spear, for using the sunlight to blind a bear and slay it with his polearm. From that day, he was declared a fully grown warrior by his surrogate mother. However, he knew that his future lay not among the Red Beards.

Thordin took his leave of Skavilga to find his fate amongst his birth kind. With the new Ordning on the horizon, perhaps he will find the answers about his past and forge a better future.

Deity: Annam, when asked why a human would worship a giant deity, he shrugs his shoulders and claims he learned from his foster mother and does not feel like learning the prayers for another deity.

Is Might Right? “What a foolish question. Of course might makes right! It’s how Ordning works, it’s also how the short folk work though they are less honest about it. You shouldn’t ask if might is right, you should ask: what is might? Is might being a cruel beast that only preys on the weak? Or is challenging the strong and growing stronger yourself? Protest in favor of might for right all you want, but you can only make it a reality WITH might!”

Thordin Galorspyd - Human Giant Foundling Rune Knight Fighter

Name: Thordin Galorspyd

Character Concept: Basically Cú Chulainn with less rage, maybe a little Din Djarin too.

Race, Background, Subclass Class: Human Giant Foundling Rune Knight Fighter

Description: He stands tall at six feet four inches with black hair and green eyes. Thordin often forgets his height in the company of the “short folk”, bumping his head against the wooden beams and door posts of houses. He always curses in giantish when he does.

Thordin always keeps his weapon in arm’s reach. Even when he bathes, the warrior’s polearm is never too far from his tub. Some folk have wondered if he was born with a spear in hand.

Though he tends to keep himself bathed and groomed, Thordin tends to be unapproachable. His face, though handsome, almost always has a hard expression. He seldom shares his true thoughts save to those he trusts and respects. That’s not to say he is a loner, just pragmatically social.

Your Character’s Plothook: The Nightstone Inn is renowned for its food and cozy guest rooms. The dwarf innkeeper, Morak Ur’gray, has a fondness for adventurers and a nose for lucrative adventuring opportunities.

Past is Prologue: The Rodskjeggr were a peculiar tribe of haugjotunen. For one thing, they kept themselves well groomed, often bathing and combing their hair with carved ivory. They also refrained from consuming sentient creatures. Their particular attitude was more like a frost giants: valuing martial prowess. Make no mistake though, they still were fiercely territorial and belligerent.

However, amongst even them was a peculiar giantess, Skavilga. She was renowned among her tribe as a mighty krigga, skald, and skiltgravr. Her proclivities were just as peculiar. She oft wandered on her own into forests and swamps, returning with no game and no word of what she did there. The rumors amongst her tribe claimed that she was also a weirdner. Though many sought her warmth in bed, none of her peers could best her in combat to claim it as was her requirement.

So when Skavilga returned from her wanderings one day with a human baby in her arms, they widely accepted that she found it somewhere. After all, if a mighty hill giant could not beat her, what chance did the short folk have?

She raised the child as though he were her own flesh and blood, teaching him how to fight, hunt, and speak. Amongst her tribe, he was called Sorthjelm for his black hair or Ettinbarn derisively. However, Skavilga named him Thordin. She never explained what that meant, nor why she took him in, nor whence he came from, only that he would find those answers in due time.

Life amongst the Rodskjeggr was never easy. Though they permitted him to live with them out of deference to Skavilga, Thordin was still the size of a giant child when he was fully grown, with all of the difficulty that entailed. He had to learn to climb quickly, jump high, and move swiftly to keep up with them. He took up the spear to compensate for his relatively short reach.

Thordin eventually earned the title Galorspyd, Sun Spear, for using the sunlight to blind a bear and slay it with his polearm. From that day, he was declared a fully grown warrior by his surrogate mother. However, he knew that his future lay not among the Red Beards.

Thordin took his leave of Skavilga to find his fate amongst his birth kind. With the new Ordning on the horizon, perhaps he will find the answers about his past and forge a better future.

Deity: Annam, when asked why a human would worship a giant deity, he shrugs his shoulders and claims he learned from his foster mother and does not feel like learning the prayers for another deity.

Is Might Right? “What a foolish question. Of course might makes right! It’s how Ordning works, it’s also how the short folk work though they are less honest about it. You shouldn’t ask if might is right, you should ask: what is might? Is might being a cruel beast that only preys on the weak? Or is challenging the strong and growing stronger yourself? Protest in favor of might for right all you want, but you can only make it a reality WITH might!”

Thordin Galorspyd - Human Giant Foundling Rune Knight Fighter

Name: Thordin Galorspyd

Character Concept: Basically Cú Chulainn with less rage, maybe a little Din Djarin too.

Race, Background, Subclass Class: Human Giant Foundling Rune Knight Fighter

Description: He stands tall at six feet four inches with black hair and green eyes. Thordin often forgets his height in the company of the “short folk”, bumping his head against the wooden beams and door posts of houses. He always curses in giantish when he does.

Thordin always keeps his weapon in arm’s reach. Even when he bathes, the warrior’s polearm is never too far from his tub. Some folk have wondered if he was born with a spear in hand.

Though he tends to keep himself bathed and groomed, Thordin tends to be unapproachable. His face, though handsome, almost always has a hard expression. He seldom shares his true thoughts save to those he trusts and respects. That’s not to say he is a loner, just pragmatically social.

Your Character’s Plothook: The lone ]

Past is Prologue: The Rodskjeggr were a peculiar tribe of haugjotunen. For one thing, they kept themselves well groomed, often bathing and combing their hair with carved ivory. They also refrained from consuming sentient creatures. Their particular attitude was more like a frost giants: valuing martial prowess. Make no mistake though, they still were fiercely territorial and belligerent.

However, amongst even them was a peculiar giantess, Skavilga. She was renowned among her tribe as a mighty krigga, skald, and skiltgravr. Her proclivities were just as peculiar. She oft wandered on her own into forests and swamps, returning with no game and no word of what she did there. The rumors amongst her tribe claimed that she was also a weirdner. Though many sought her warmth in bed, none of her peers could best her in combat to claim it as was her requirement.

So when Skavilga returned from her wanderings one day with a human baby in her arms, they widely accepted that she found it somewhere. After all, if a mighty hill giant could not beat her, what chance did the short folk have?

She raised the child as though he were her own flesh and blood, teaching him how to fight, hunt, and speak. Amongst her tribe, he was called Sorthjelm for his black hair or Ettinbarn derisively. However, Skavilga named him Thordin. She never explained what that meant, nor why she took him in, nor whence he came from, only that he would find those answers in due time.

Life amongst the Rodskjeggr was never easy. Though they permitted him to live with them out of deference to Skavilga, Thordin was still the size of a giant child when he was fully grown, with all of the difficulty that entailed. He had to learn to climb quickly, jump high, and move swiftly to keep up with them. He took up the spear to compensate for his relatively short reach.

Thordin eventually earned the title Galorspyd, Sun Spear, for using the sunlight to blind a bear and slay it with his polearm. From that day, he was declared a fully grown warrior by his surrogate mother. However, he knew that his future lay not among the Red Beards.

Thordin took his leave of Skavilga to find his fate amongst his birth kind. With the new Ordning on the horizon, perhaps he will find the answers about his past and forge a better future.

Deity: Annam, when asked why a human would worship a giant deity, he shrugs his shoulders and claims he learned from his foster mother and does not feel like learning the prayers for another deity.

Is Might Right? “What a foolish question. Of course might makes right! It’s how Ordning works, it’s also how the short folk work though they are less honest about it. You shouldn’t ask if might is right, you should ask: what is might? Is might being a cruel beast that only preys on the weak? Or is challenging the strong and growing stronger yourself? Protest in favor of might for right all you want, but you can only make it a reality WITH might!”

Thordin Galorspyd - Human Giant Foundling Rune Knight Fighter

Name: Thordin Galorspyd

Character Concept: Basically Cú Chulainn with less rage, maybe a little Din Djarin too.

Race, Background, Subclass Class: Human Giant Foundling Rune Knight Fighter

Description: He stands tall at six feet four inches with black hair and green eyes. Thordin often forgets his height in the company of the “short folk”, bumping his head against the wooden beams and door posts of houses. He always curses in giantish when he does.

Thordin always keeps his weapon in arm’s reach. Even when he bathes, the warrior’s polearm is never too far from his tub. Some folk have wondered if he was born with a spear in hand.

Though he tends to keep himself bathed and groomed, Thordin tends to be unapproachable. His face, though handsome, almost always has a hard expression. He seldom shares his true thoughts save to those he trusts and respects. That’s not to say he is a loner, just pragmatically social.

Your Character’s Plothook: [Plothook]

Past is Prologue: The Rodskjeggr were a peculiar tribe of haugjotunen. For one thing, they kept themselves well groomed, often bathing and combing their hair with carved ivory. They also refrained from consuming sentient creatures. Their particular attitude was more like a frost giants: valuing martial prowess. Make no mistake though, they still were fiercely territorial and belligerent.

However, amongst even them was a peculiar giantess, Skavilga. She was renowned among her tribe as a mighty krigga, skald, and skiltgravr. Her proclivities were just as peculiar. She oft wandered on her own into forests and swamps, returning with no game and no word of what she did there. The rumors amongst her tribe claimed that she was also a weirdner. Though many sought her warmth in bed, none of her peers could best her in combat to claim it as was her requirement.

So when Skavilga returned from her wanderings one day with a human baby in her arms, they widely accepted that she found it somewhere. After all, if a mighty hill giant could not beat her, what chance did the short folk have?

She raised the child as though he were her own flesh and blood, teaching him how to fight, hunt, and speak. Amongst her tribe, he was called Sorthjelm for his black hair or Ettinbarn derisively. However, Skavilga named him Thordin. She never explained what that meant, nor why she took him in, nor whence he came from, only that he would find those answers in due time.

Life amongst the Rodskjeggr was never easy. Though they permitted him to live with them out of deference to Skavilga, Thordin was still the size of a giant child when he was fully grown, with all of the difficulty that entailed. He had to learn to climb quickly, jump high, and move swiftly to keep up with them. He took up the spear to compensate for his relatively short reach.

Thordin eventually earned the title Galorspyd, Sun Spear, for using the sunlight to blind a bear and slay it with his polearm. From that day, he was declared a fully grown warrior by his surrogate mother. However, he knew that his future lay not among the Red Beards.

Thordin took his leave of Skavilga to find his fate amongst his birth kind. With the new Ordning on the horizon, perhaps he will find the answers about his past and forge a better future.

Deity: Annam, when asked why a human would worship a giant deity, he shrugs his shoulders and claims he learned from his foster mother and does not feel like learning the prayers for another deity.

Is Might Right? [TL;DR: yes]

Thordin Galorspyd - Human Giant Foundling Rune Knight Fighter

Name: Thordin Galorspyd

Character Concept: Basically Cú Chulainn

Race, Background, Subclass Class: Human Giant Foundling Rune Knight Fighter

Description: He stands tall at six feet four inches. Thordin often forgets his height in the company of the “short folk”, bumping his head against the wooden beams and door posts of houses. He always curses in giantish when he does.

Your Character’s Plothook: [Plothook]

Past is Prologue: The Rodskjeggr were a peculiar tribe of haugjotunen. For one thing, they kept themselves well groomed, often bathing and combing their hair with carved ivory. They also refrained from consuming sentient creatures. Their particular attitude was more like a frost giants: valuing martial prowess. Make no mistake though, they still were fiercely territorial and belligerent.

However, amongst even them was a peculiar giantess, Skavilga. She was renowned among her tribe as a mighty krigga, skald, and skiltgravr. Her proclivities were just as peculiar. She oft wandered on her own into forests and swamps, returning with no game and no word of what she did there. The rumors amongst her tribe claimed that she was also a weirdner. Though many sought her warmth in bed, none of her peers could best her in combat to claim it as was her requirement.

So when Skavilga returned from her wanderings one day with a human baby in her arms, they widely accepted that she found it somewhere. After all, if a mighty hill giant could not beat her, what chance did the short folk have?

She raised the child as though he were her own flesh and blood, teaching him how to fight, hunt, and speak. Amongst her tribe, he was called Sorthjelm for his black hair or Ettinbarn derisively. However, Skavilga named him Thordin.

Deity: Annam [Raised by Giants]

Is Might Right? [TL;DR: yes]

Thordin Galorspyd - Human Giant Foundling Rune Knight Fighter

Name: Thordin Galorspyd

Character Concept: Basically Cú Chulainn

Race, Background, Subclass Class: Human Giant Foundling Rune Knight Fighter

Description: He stands tall at six feet four inches. Thordin often forgets his height in the company of the “short folk”, bumping his head against the wooden beams and door posts of houses.

Your Character’s Plothook: [Plothook]

Past is Prologue: The Rodskjeggr were a peculiar tribe of haugjotunen. For one thing, they kept themselves well groomed, often bathing and combing their hair with carved ivory. They also refrained from consuming sentient creatures. Their particular attitude was more like a frost giants: valuing martial prowess. Make no mistake though, they still were fiercely territorial and belligerent.

However, amongst even them was a peculiar giantess, Skavilga. She was renowned among her tribe as a mighty krigga, skald, and skiltgravr. Her proclivities were just as peculiar. She oft wandered on her own into forests and swamps, returning with no game and no word of what she did there. The rumors amongst her tribe claimed that she was also a weirdwer. Though many sought her warmth in bed, none of her peers could best her in combat to claim it as was her requirement.

So when Skavilga returned from her wanderings one day with a human baby in her arms, they widely accepted that she found it somewhere. After all, if a mighty hill giant could not beat, what chance did the short folk have?

Deity: Annam [Raised by Giants]

Is Might Right? [TL;DR: yes]