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Post by Sir Mikhal Turov Aleksandrov on Aug 9, 2011 12:57:31 GMT -4
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Post by Sir Mikhal Turov Aleksandrov on Aug 9, 2011 12:57:48 GMT -4
Born to a craftsman merchant in Novgorod, Mikhal was never a small child. Always larger than the other kids, Mikhal quickly got the nickname" the bull". Some would say it was for his size and strenth. His parents would tell you it was for his thick scull and bull-headedness.
As he grew Mikhal leard his father's trade and began to travel with him to Kiev (which had become the capital of the land).Durring his time in the city he began to slip away form the merchants and wander into the training grounds of the Kievan soliders. More interested in the weapons and armor of the soldiers than the hides and merchanting trades of his father,Mikhal started mimicking their drills and movements.
When they returned home to Novgorod Mikhal quickly fashioned himself a wooden sword and shield, gathered up his friends and began to show them the drills and movements he had copied from the Kievan troups. Every morning the young peoples of the community Mikhal lived in went out to train. When he and his father would return to trade in Kiev Mikhal could always be found in the soldier's courtyards.
Alexander (Mikhal's father),noticed more and more that it did not take long for his son to disappear from the merchants once they hit the docks of Kiev, desided to close shop early to go look for his young son. He serached for hours, and almost giving up hope, heard a ruckus comming from a courtyard to his left. Pushing throught he crowd he was startled as what he was witnessing. His son? Was that Mikhal fighting with that soldier, surely not. Mikhal was only a boy. Although,only a head shorter than alexander. But where did the armor and traiining sword come from? Quickly Alexander spoke up. "Here now! Get away from my son. What has he done that you would treat him so"? As Alexander made his way toward the the soldier and his son another soldier in well made armor stepped forward to intersept him. "Hold there good sir" The captin said and a loud voice. "There is no wrong doing here. Your son has challenged one of my recruits to a fight stating that his drills and movements were incorrect. And from what I see here your son is very correct. Where did he learn such things"? Another, older soldier, stepped up from the sidelines. "This boy has been seen in our training yards for some time My Lord captin. We thought he was one of the soldier's sons. Had we known he was the son of a merchant we would have had him removed".
The discussions went on for some time and Mikhal and his father left the courtyard to return to pack for home. Alexander was surprized that his son had taken such an intrest in the soldiers. He himself was not part of the army or even the village groups. but, he would not rebuke his son for his intrests. Next trip if his son wanted to stay with the soldiers and train to be part of the army he would be of age.That time whould never happen.
Late in the night a band of raiders came. Mikhal's home was hit hard,for it was well known throughout that his father only traded in quality goods. None in the house survived. Save the bull who has done his best and used every skill of fighting he knew to beat back his attackers and defend his family.
Mikhal woke back to the living with a large gash on his chest. he was alive.. /but they had to have thought him dead or he would be. Slowly he got to his feet surveyed the destruction of his family and headed off to find help.No help was to be had. Many of the homes were hit that night. Many people hurt or dead. Where was the soldiers. yes Kiev was the capital, but Novgorod was still a large city, yes they lived on the outskirts but still. no there was noone coming. Mikhal at 13 was on his own.
more to come including the introduction to the empire
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Post by Enepay Gunnulfson on Aug 12, 2011 0:11:02 GMT -4
The Story of Enepay and Shayuch Gunnulfson
It all starts with our grandfather Jølaf once a great Dane who was a very successful warrior who had taken part in the Viking raids in the mid to late 700s. During the raids he had encountered many village women who of course he had his way with. Our grandfather was this way all the time, never cared for others, maybe it’s why he was so successful in helping with the early raids in his time on earth. From what we can recollect from stories and memories passed on of our grandfather wasn’t around much and never really had an impact on our father “Gunnolfs" life other then the fact he was his father and gave him Danish blood. We never really knew our grandfather, we never saw him, but we can picture him from stories told we do know he was killed in a raid during the late 700s around the mid 780s.
Our father Gunnulf never left Denmark he grew up a farmer and during his life a huge expansion was going on in his home land. Once the trading and farming expansion was in its peak our father found himself settling down in Schleswig (Hedeby). He was ordered by "officials" to be trained and become a warrior for the town just incase they were attacked. Seeing this as a challenge our father took it on and became a defender of Hedeby along with all the other males in the town. On the side Gunnulf raised cattle, pigs, horses, sheep and goats on his farm plot. He was a happy man who was somewhat wealthy in that time period and was slowly gaining power in Hedeby. Our father was out one day talking to other members of the town when he met Mariah, she was a nice young lady no younger then 20 at the time and our father found intrest in her. Eventually she felt the same and they started a family. Still living on Gunnulfs plot of land they gave birth to twins "Enepay and Shayuch" who were born in the summer of 829.
As our dad was growing up however the Frankish Empire had reached the borders of Denmark and Charlemagne had defeated the Saxons. In early 845 after we were born King Horik had dispatched a Danish fleet down the Elbe river to Hamburg, our dad was forced into this fleet and had no way out. The Danes were successful and our father returned home safely. On his return though he was ordered once more to head to Paris on 3/28/845....we never saw our father again
As both the Danish and Frankish empires grew we were ordered to fulfill our fathers "warrior" ways and join the Danes army, so we did. Later on after several well done and successful raids on our part. We had heard from friends and family also from the Frankish enemies we encountered we had been killing Christians. Our father Gunnulf was a Christian just as we were. Our squad we were with knew this and kept it a secret from us for our "safety" as our tempers soared we left no man alive in our squad and returned home. We had no choice but to leave Hedeby.
We packed lightly and headed north to Ribe where we sold and traded various commodities for a small trading boat. We loaded in our boat and sailed away. Never have sailed before we found ourselfs heading north east basically following the distant shoreline of Denmark. After days had passed we landed in Sweden sold our boat and started to look for a new community, although it had seemed one had found us. We were captured and taken with several members of what we figured out to be the "silver ravens" and were taken to a island off the coast of Sweden to Gutland were we now reside as Thralls.......
im still adding to this seeing as to Shayuch "left dagorhir" so i need to start writing a story as to why he left or where he went
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Post by Ulfric Vilhjálmr Arngrimsson on Jul 11, 2012 16:50:43 GMT -4
Just realized that I haven't really posted anything of mine. I just re-vamped a lot of my basic history, so here's a good a place as any to put some of it down. Needs a LOT of work and revision, but here it is:
Arngrim, Vilhjálmr's father, was from Uppsala, and his family has almost always been near the area, with origins and naming conventions following it's East Germanic origins in the Vandals. (Though Arngrim himself was named after a dear friend his father Sigurð had made from Norway)
This may at first appear erroneous, since the Vandals in fact are thought to have originated FROM the Uppsala area, and thus lending their name to the area of Vendel. However it is a strange happenstance that somehow the migration of this particular bloodline has gone in circles. First travelling south and east in the Migration Period, then again West under King Godigisel in 400AD. It is unknown when the Northern return took place, but it was well before 750AD that the lineage was to be found in the Jelling region, before making a skip back to Uppsala, it's ancestral grounds.
Vilhjálmr spent most of his early life leading raids or simply travelling to the West, far away from his father's holdings. It is during these trips to the West that he gathered most of the retinue of men whom he would call the Vetrvaldyr, the Wolves of Winter (named for his fondness of the Snow, and his devotion to Odin, as well as the tales he had heard of his father, who was called Wolfcaller by some.). The furthest he had gone was to Jórvík, where he had claimed a woman far from her home in the Kingdom of Gwynned, as his wife. It was around that time he and his gathered forces headed back home, loaded down with their plunder and camaraderie.
The lands held by Vilhjálmr Arngrimsson are some matter East of his (now-departed) father in Uppsala (near what is modern day Norrtälje). His land of Vetrheim was established around 885AD. The proximity to the Eastern coast means great opportunities for himself and his men of raiding, making homestead, or even traveling further East.
Wilhelm himself ponders much over his course of action. Raiding has been bountiful indeed, but perhaps the riches offered by the lands he hears tale of, Holmgarðr, can offer more...
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Post by Aldvarg Egilsson on Jan 20, 2014 16:28:30 GMT -4
Aldvarg Egilsson
Written a little vague on purpose so that future editing my be a little easier.
Úlfvarðr “Aldvarg” Egilsson was born in the late 900’s in Iceland.
Blood line: Úlfvarðr son of Egil son of Arnulf son of Hallmund son of Hallgeir
Úlfvarðr “Aldvarg” Egilsson’s great grandfather, Hallmund Hallgeirson was from somewhere around Birka. Later Hallmund moved his family to Iceland sometime after his son Arnulf was born. Arnulf started his family there and had several sons. His most successful son Egil took on the homestead when Arnulf’s health failed him.
Úlfvarðr was the oldest son and had high expectations put on him. He worked hard on the family homestead. At some point the family fell on hard times. That is when Aldvarg started joining some of the raiding parties. During the raiding season one year winter came early and he was forced to stay on the mainland for the winter. This is when he met Rannulfr Blandasson. Swapping stories over many mugs of mead they became friends over the long winter.
Rannulfr and Úlfvarðr spent several years raiding in the summer and drinking away the winter. With their unorthodox methods in battle and love of the drink they we called by some “berserkers”. Sometimes in adoration, but usually as an insult.
1015 berserking was “outlawed” . Shortly after that Úlfvarðr met up with his old pal Rannulfr and went to the Byzantine empire and joined the verangian guard. After a few years the emperor passed and per the code of the verangian guard Úlfvarðr was allowed access to the treasury or polutasvarf (old norse for palace pillaging). He returned home with a fair amount of wealth.
After a few years passed he grew restless and longed for his raiding days. He sent word to his old friend Rannulfr in hopes of putting together a raiding party. Many of the other men in the party poked fun at his age. This is when Ranulfr and the others nick named him Aldvarg. The name stuck.
Later on one of their raids in pursuit of the “welcrie” the two of them met the Vetrvaldyr and Vilhjalmr Arngrimsson. Rather than compete with the Vetrvaldyr, Aldvarg and Ranulfr decided to join Vilhjalmr’s group.
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