RAGNAR Biography

LIFE HISTORY:

Home was a landfall along the coast located on an inlet along the coastal edge of the Northern Forest.

Life was good there growing up. There were other Children to play with and learn the ways alongside of. Physical activity was always encouraged for both Sons and Daughters, with only short periods of time for schooling. A Woman called Herja Arnessdotter was our tutor, and skill at arms was taught to us by many, each having special skills in their own right.

My Mother was a beautiful and loving Woman, and when needed a fierce Shield Maiden. My Father was patient but demanded discipline from all around him, myself included. During the warm time of year, there were always things to see and explore, but chores were always a priority. During the cold times, there were of course chores. But time spent together in the hall or around the fire were spent telling stories, singing songs, and just sharing among one another. At all times of year, when venturing into the forest one always had to be alert and wary, not only of beasts, but of Panther Girls. Beautiful but dangerous when in their territory. All in all life was good.

The day came when I earned a place at an oar of my Father's serpent ship. On this venture we sailed forth to go further North and seek our luck at trading with those we might find. It was during this venture, negotiations took a turn for the worst and we had to fight our way back to our ship. It was during this, the first Warrior fell to my sword. We won the battle, but set for home with our wounded and dead. It was a costly victory but brought us a tidy fortune as well.

At the age of 15, I rose to command my first serpent and a better body of Men one could not ask for. Strong in body, skilled at arms, with loving hearts for our people and a sense for trouble or adventure, whichever we happened to find. Life was even better with trading, raiding, and being in good company. Then it began to change. My father was killed in battle. Though I was saddened, I knew my Father was now in the Halls of Valhalla. His responsibilities of protecting and leading my family fell to me. I was only 16.

The Kur began to appear in what seemed a Southward advance, and encounters became more frequent though their numbers were few. News was spreading of their desire to move further Southward, and all Warriors stepped up to stop them. Such a sight could not be imagined by any not witnessing it for themselves. Beasts, but with intelligence and also skilled at arms. The Kur wars had begun.

When the Wars were over, those of Torvaldsland stood victorious, but the price paid was in blood and it was high. It was a time of great courage, great feats at arms, and the rise of names among Torvaldsland of Warriors whose sagas were still unfolding to be told in time.

I set eyes upon a Woman, of blond hair and blue eyes, and I found I had lost my first battle. I was captured, at least in heart. A very beautiful Woman and Shield Maiden called Kareena Einarsdotter. We were companioned and never did she give me any cause for heartache or complaint. A fine Woman in all rights.

Shortly after our Companioning, she became with Child, and in due time she gave me a Son we called Ottar Ragnarsson.

As time went on, the opportunity to avenge my Father's death presented itself, and after a three ahn single combat, the matter was ended. It took some time to rest and recover from the fight, but in time all was well once again.

Over time, life under the high Jarl became... tense... to say the least. He was not a very good Jarl, and I saw few if any redeeming qualities to the Man. I will not speak his name, choosing to allow time to leave him forgotten. During a night of drunken revelry the top blew off the keg and we settled the matter in the great hall through, you guessed it, combat. I was now the High Jarl of our entire village.

While on a venture at sea, raiders attacked and slayed all those left at my village that were not taken captive to be enslaved or killed at a later time. My Companion was beaten and raped to death, and my Son Ottar was wounded badly and taken in battle. He was beaten, further bloodied and disfigured. Only then did he finally die.

Upon our return, we found the village void of life and our dead left where they fell. We all grieved and tended our fallen in our way, and then I walked into the forest where I released my anguish and fury for days. I had lost all track of time and did not really care.

When I returned from the forest, none dared look into my eyes. We made our ship ready and set sail in search of vengeance. Our vengeance was satisfied and a terrible wrath was taken upon the raiders in a bloodbath at sea. Learning of whom they were, a course was set for their lands, and no trace of them now exists. It is as though they never existed at all, though I know otherwise. So terrible and bloody was the revenge, that none even utter of its savagery. At times, I still brood over this vision. Upon the return voyage to our village, we were caught in a terrible storm and only my ship, The Valkyrie, managed to survive.

My crew accompanied me through the Gorean world earning our way as professional mercenaries until only I remain of my people. I was alone.

I continued wandering learning of many Peoples and places throughout Gor, selling my sword to the highest bidder, and sometimes simply because I had nothing better to do until one day I happened upon the Tuchuk Camp of KnightStorm upon the Turian plains in an area known as Webmaze. I was made to feel welcome at this camp, and weary of the life of solitude, petitioned to become a member of the camp. I was made member by unanimous vote of council and was honored by Ubar KnightStorm and presented an ancient and finely crafted sword as a symbol of Ubar's approval and in recognition of challenging and fighting for the honor of Tuchuk before even becoming a member. Two of these battles were in other lands, RAGNAR having pursued the enemy away from the safe confines of Tuchuk camp and to their own and did slay them in honorable combat. The third showed dishonor and cowardice for all to see and had to flee Maze in disgrace for failing to meet the challenge.

As time passed in Tuchuk, a brother, GreyEagle, Tuchuk's Camp Third felt the calling and moved on to form Kataii upon the area of the plains also known as Webmaze. Brother GreyEagle, now Ubar of Kataii offered RAGNAR a small flat yet smooth stone representing the Kataii Home Stone. This offering was accepted and RAGNAR became a member of both Tuchuk and Kataii. GreyEagle demanded the return of this stone after some time passed and RAGNAR made a decision based upon HONOR rather than upon brotherhood. All those with an understanding of what HONOR is, found no fault in RAGNAR for this choice. I did not, nor do I yet feel brotherhood should have strings attached. This stone now fitfully rests in the mud at the bottom of the river though naught by RAGNAR's hand.

RAGNAR was shown the ways of the Tuchuks and soon began his climb up through the ranks eventually becoming First Shield of Tuchuk, along the way being Scarred as it is the Tuchuk way. Additional honors were bestowed as RAGNAR sat upon both the War Council and Camp Council of the Tuchuks. The greatest of HONORS at the time was the sharing of dirt and grass with Ubar KnightStorm himself. Once again RAGNAR had found a home and was happy. There was one bondsmaid that caught RAGNAR'S eye from the first time RAGNAR visited Tuchuk camp. From that moment on, RAGNAR knew the girl had to become His. After many tests of patience and trials of Gorean life, RAGNAR's brother Blaze Windrider did purchase the girl for "$1.47 and pocket lint" asked Ubar KnightStorm to present this slave to RAGNAR, and after many long years of being alone, RAGNAR'S heart did sing once again, and great joy filled His spirit. This girl is: ~prism~{*RgR*1*}

RAGNAR'S oldest and most cherished sister, Talena, was taken in and accepted to Tuchuk. Her wagon placed next to DRAGONSLAIR. In the years prior to Tuchuk, RAGNAR and Talena shared many adventures together and in Tuchuk, still managed to find ways of making camp life rather interesting at times, to say the very least. Talena, however, felt something in RAGNAR and entered freely the circle and was collared to wear RAGNAR's collar proudly, becoming 2nd girl in His chain, and was known as ~talena~{RgR}

In time, politics and thick skulls brought forth a move ordered by Ubar KnightStorm. No longer would Tuchuk be found upon the area of the Turian Plains known as Webmaze. After a hard and long trek, the Tuchuks found themselves upon an area of the Turian plains known as Eros.

It was here that Ubar KnightStorm found suitable accommodations for a camp. Tuchuk now resided in Eros. RAGNAR's heart was heavy at leaving the land he had come to love. It was naught an easy decision for RAGNAR to choose land or home, but RAGNAR followed his heart and his Ubar to Eros.

RAGNAR loved this Home but things began to change around him and inwardly he was no longer at ease or at peace. It seemed the luster that drew him to Tuchuk initially was no longer there. The love of Ubar KnightStorm and the others of Tuchuk was still present, but things were different. Incidents began to occur that placed me in fear for my girls. I began to feel as though I were becoming owned as a trophy or simply a tool to this Tuchuk Camp I no longer knew, being named The Hammer of Tuchuk by Ubar, going out and settling disputes for KnighStorm, seeking out his enemies, and imposing his will on others outside of Tuchuk, always with lethal finality. Deep in my heart I knew I would one day leave this Home, and talked many times with Ubar KnightStorm of these feelings. Obviously my words fell on deaf ears and the time came that Tuchuk Camp was no longer bearable to me. This did not happen overnight. This feeling began before the relocation of camp.

So with heavy heart, I left Tuchuk at Eros.

I returned to my beloved area of the Turian Plains known as Webmaze and to the very place my life as a Tuchuk began. I was approached by others who spoke of me becoming Ubar, and though the sound of it was not all that appealing at first, I finally accepted. I was now Ubar of Tuchuk at Webmaze and the Camp grew and prospered as a Tuchuk Camp should.

Ubar KnightStorm denounced the honor of RAGNAR and had attempted to repudiate the brotherhood that exists between them, even so far as choosing to overlook the sharing of dirt and grass, which made me Tuchuk. This did bring about a challenge to KnightStorm to combat, but such went unanswered.

Eventually, EROS became known as GorChat. However, the bonds remained between myself and my brothers of Gorchat Tuchuk. None there bore me any malice except for Ubar KnightStorm, his Companion Carai once a slave known as dawn, and myst, KnightStorm's girl. My brother Sandar spoke often to KnightStorm letting him know my feelings as well as I did, even going so far as to tell him that I was not one to be ordered around. It was better to ask, or lead by example rather than sit and just dictate. Not all Men will simply follow orders, some think for themselves.

I did brood long over this but I have come to realize that brotherhood so cheaply discarded by KnightStorm was no brotherhood at all, and the feelings of myst, a mere girl, were of no concern to a me in such matters. KnightStorm's Companion had shot off her mouth to me and was promptly reminded of her place in my eyes. Through time, KnightStorm has cooled down and both KnightStorm and RAGNAR get along well enough. At least the desire to put his heaad on a lance is no longer there. He does his thing and I do mine.

Through the years, RAGNAR and his girls did prosper and grow in Tuchuk, as did the camp and family ties. In time, ~talena~{RgR}~ came to be Talena, Ubara of MTC.

All was well but as time passed, things did naught remain as was initially hoped, instead becoming a less than was wished. The day finally came when RAGNAR bid his Ubara farewell in MTC. Having no choice and not knowing the meaning of surrender or quit, I continued on in my duties to home and family.

Many times my faith has been shaken and many times I had doubts. No doubt ever struck as deep as after his return from being taken in battle by Panthers. Many know a great deal of this part of RAGNAR's life. None but he will ever know all. He is still to be seen some nights alone by the fire looking deep into the flames. One knows he is reliving what has transpired in his days upon Gor, not just in that experience, but many, many others. During this time, I met a Panther named Kimba, who remains a dear close friend. There are those that dislike her. To them I say, "Your loss. If you dislike her without ever interacting with her, then you are allowing the opinions of others to dictate your feelings. If you dislike her after interacting with her, then you may speak with me of her. Until then, find another subject to speak of."

I know many now see me as old. Many see my ideals and Gorean principles as antiquated and ancient. Many see me simply as having outlived his time on Gor. I am old. I have and will continue to stick to my ideals and principles. At times this is costly, but I can not, nor will I do any less.

During one of my many travels, I came upon a Woman of beauty and build. Her name was Ka'Tara, once a Panther. We grew to hold strong feelings for one another and soon were seen together quite often. Ka'Tara accompanied me back to Tuchuk but soon after her arrival she was killed by a sleen after straying too far from the safety of the camp boundaries.

To say I was hurting deeply over this would be a grave understatement.

Now I was once again with prism {*RgR*1*} my woobie... and a Woman called Karanis.

Karanis caught my eye by doing, of all things, standing up to me. She was rewarded with a backhand and loose teeth but was seen in an entirely new and different light.

Karanis had lived in Tuchuk for many years and was a remarkably beautiful Woman. I, however, did not feel her strength of character until that moment when she dared to address me in such a tone. It angered me as well as appealed to my nature.

Karanis and I began a lengthy courtship period culminating in taking Karanis as my Companion. Karanis kneeled at my side as Ubara of MTC... and I was pleased.

The day came when Karanis informed me that I would once again be a Father. Little did I know just what this would entail. Karanis gave birth to triplets, two Sons and a Daughter. The children grew and earned their names. Sigarr, Terran, and Amber. As they grew they gave me more than my share of gray hair and near coronaries. Terran is a fine, strong Man with more of myself in his nature but with the temperence of Karanis. Amber is just like her Mother Karanis, though she does have her Father's temper. Sigarr was like RAGNAR in build, temper, and ferocity... but not in heart. Sigarr and RAGNAR butted heads more than once and soon their clashes became of violent intent. The night finally came when in a state of intoxication, he struck Lady Muse without provocation. It had to end. Sigarr met me in combat. I, already weakened by wounds and injuries sustained in a previous combat managed to slay Sigarr outside of camp in a ravine during a storm. Those witnessing the combat beheld some of the most vicious blows ever struck by Gorean steel. Sigarr had my strength, my speed and agility, stamina, yet lacked the vast experience I had gained through life. It was this experience that caused me to hold my strike until just the exact moment. I struck only once during the engagement, but it was the final strike.

My Son, Sigarr was dead.

Amber and Terran left one day to make the journey to Sardar. I have not seen them since.

The camp all felt the magnitude of Sigarr's death. I was not myself and spent a great deal of time remaining unto myself. Karanis, though understanding the need for it to end, closed herself off from RAGNAR as well as most of the camp. Terran dealt with the death of Sigarr in his own way as did Amber. A darkness hung over MTC for quite some time. Not every Father could slay their own Son, yet I did. I keep my feelings regarding this to myself and will take these feelings and beliefs with me and to my pyre and beyond.

The day came when Karanis came to me and life once again took on meaning, and life was good in Tuchuk, though deep within some can still see the sorrow in me for a fallen Son.

In a short time however, it was seen something was not right. The relationship between Karanis and I was not as it should be. Karanis was seldom ever seen and even less heard from. She had not done her duty in helping to raise the Children and did even less now.

Though I saw it, few others seemed to. Karanis had a drinking problem and lacked the self mastery to do anything about it. On the rare occassions Karanis was seen, she was not seen without a bota of paga, which she referred to as her paga teddy. Is it any great surprise to see where Sigarr obtained his weakness for the drink which brought about his downfall.

Karanis soon was unable to distinguish between reality and non-reality. She tossed aside Gorean principles and ideals and thought herself above the ideology of Gor being a Man's world and sought to dictate and make demands of me.

Any who even vaguely know me, know this will not happen. I stood my ground and would not yield to a mouthy, demanding, yelping female who was derelict not only in her duties as my Woman, but also to the needs of Tuchuk. Karanis pushed her luck too far and was relieved of her duties as Ubara, and stripped of all honors bestowed upon her, titles, and priviledges associated with that position.

Karanis, now exposed, degraded herself even further and did flee Tuchuk, but not before showing herself even further to be no more than a slut in a Woman's attire by throwing herself upon Raziel lavishing physical affections upon him before continuing her flight. Having sunk so far, I knew there was nothing I could do that would even come close to what Karanis had done to herself in the eyes of Tuchuk and to any who are Gorean. So by my own hand, I stayed the wrath and disdain of Tuchuk, and allowed Karanis to continue on her way, even though she herself figured she would be killed for her transgressions.

But this was still not the end. Not only did Karanis harbor feelings for Raziel, she also hid feelings once shared between her and another of Tuchuk. Before courting RAGNAR, Karanis shared feelings with Bjorin, a trusted brother and a member of Tuchuk's Council. This ended and Karanis began a courtship and companioning with RAGNAR. Many times in private, Karanis has stated she cared for Bjorin, but she could not be happy with him as he was not man enough for her... too easilly manipulated, and entirely too indecisive. Such a man could never keep up with her.

In am amusing turn of events, once Karanis was away from Tuchuk, she called to Bjorin and he immediately jumped, and ran to her. So much for being a trusted brother of Tuchuk and of good Counsel to me. Sadly, he could not even face me and Tuchuk in open camp and left, taking nothing with him but the clothes on his back. All his items that were left behind were confiscated and turned over to the Woman he had companioned in Tuchuk for her to do with as she wished, and to pass on to the Son they had together and that Bjorin had abandoned.

The betrayal, the deceit, the lies, and the cowardly acts seemed to be complete.

The saddest and lowest blow of all, was Karanis failing to even bid her Children well. She departed without word nor care for them. Among the immediate members of the family, it is believed Karanis was and is no longer of sound mind.

Another Woman eventually drew my eye. Her name was Nexhias.

Nexhias was the kind of Woman that is able to be serious and shoulder responsibility, but is able to set such weight aside and just enjoy life upon the Plains. It is this carefree peace that soothed and calmed my own life.... a peace I had forgotten even existed.

I petitioned Tuchuk's Council to end my companionship to Karanis and it was granted. Council was pleased to see me happy once again and smiled upon me and my feelings regarding Nexhias.

Courtship began between myself and Nexhias, and the joy we shared was seen and felt by all of Tuchuk. It seemed almost contageous as Tuchuk once again began to flourish and the feelings long since set aside were returning. Tuchuk took on a new outlook. One of new begining and of new life. Nexhias breathed life once again into Tuchuk and its Ubar.

RAGNAR and Nexhias were Companioned, and Tuchuk had a new Ubara.

I am not ashamed to say, when my Nexi passed away (RT), she took a large piece of my heart with her. I felt a sense of loss, the depth never before felt. (RT & VT)

I did not enter the sleeping chamber in my wagon, preferring it to remain untouched as my Nexi had left it. I had the door locked to preserve it. I would not even sleep in my wagon, choosing instead to sleep by the main fire, or wherever it was convenient. This continued for several years, regardless of weather. I think on it often, even to this day, and I believe I was slowly dieing a bit at a time.

A Woman I had known since my early days in Tuchuk, NightStorm, had come to be a member of Tuchuk. We shared many an adventure in those early days, but usually opposite sides. She had been a Raider, and we crossed steel on numerous ocassions, even to stealing a kiss from her during a fight. Of course I had swollen nuts later, but that was no first nor would it be the last time. But it WAS the first time anyone ever dared to just help themselves to a kiss with her.

But in Tuchuk, she was companioned to another, and was off limits as far as I was concerned.

The day came when that changed, and she was available. I began to feel her more each time I saw her. I knew what she once was, and that appealed to me. Her nature appealed to me, being not unlike my own in many ways. I found myself coincidentally meeting up with her in camp more and more, getting to know her better. Eventually, this turned into a courtship. A very long drawn out affair on her part, until finally I was done chasing and made her an offer should could not refuse. It was raining, and Tuchuk was at The Point Trading Post. I finally cornered her in the corner of the palisade, and quite bluntly stated my offer, "Will you Companion me or will I just take you?" It is obvious what her answer was.

I will always remember my Nexi, but life does go on. My Nexi will never be replaced, nor do I expect NightStorm to be a replacement. NightStorm is a Woman in her own right, with her own qualities I find highly attractive. Though reserved in the eyes of the public, when alone and she relaxed, my heart sings.

The time came when NightStorm informed me she was with child. Upon a venture to the coast, a Child was born. A Daughter whom came to be called Thassa after the place of her birth. Many years later, after we had given up hope my Gods would give us more Children, the Gods granted our wish with not only one, but twin Sons! The older of the two is much like me, the other more like my Companion, but together a handful!

4th and 5th Son were named Donar and Erik when they had earned their names by surviving, and the names would not be wasted.

Another kajira came into my permanent collar, yet she was no ordinary kajira. Siren {RgR}. I am quite pleased with my beautiful dancer and hold her in very high value. Few kajira have ever touched me as she did, deeply and emotionally. This came to an end when she was killed by Kurii accompanied by her sleen, Shred, I allowed her to have. She was only ever disciplined once when it was necessary, and perhaps my biggest mistake was loving her in lieu of dominating every breath she took. She will always remain treasured in my heart and I will remember her as my beautiful dancer until the end of time.

There had been a few times we ventured to visit my homeland of the North, an isle called Scagnar. I had known of Donar from long ago when he was still a young, rash, arrogant cuss. He was entirely too much like me, and often some of us would lay wager on what he would get into and if he would survive it. It passed the time. Now we were visiting him in his own home. Will wonders never cease. In time our friendship grew and we exchanged gifts. Prized among them by me was a fine saex. It takes time for news to travel to the Plains, but word finally arrived of his death only by numbers, not by single combat skill. I intended to travel North to help avenge his death, but word arrived nothing was to be done. Tuchuk attended his pyre and I said be well to my friend.

I came to know more of Scagnar with each visit, coming to know among older friends, the High Jarl Jonas, another perverted, arrogant, thick skulled Torvie like myself by the name of Thorarin, and his Companion, that I call Helga the Beautiful. We attended an Althing, in which those friendships grew stronger through an extended stay there. My family was made to be as welcomed as their own. This meant a great deal to me, and I found this place like a home to me, not unlike the one I grew up in.

How much it meant to me was driven home by a bond that was formed among Men and brothers. Thorarin, Marcus of Scagnar, Egil the Grim, and I, took part in a ceremony of brotherhood. We became sworn brothers. None of us would walk alone in this life or the next. We would stand side by side against any who would stand against any of us.

I swore an oath for all of Scagnar to hear before Jonas, ''I, Ragnar, Son of Kralnar, All Sons of Torvaldsland, swear upon my life to honor my family here. To stand with my brothers should they be in need in the shield wall. To look upon The Isle as family, to watch over their Women like my own sisters, and their slaves as if my own. To give shelter and salt to those in need upon the plains, knowing I never walk alone in life or death. If I fall in defense of family, I do so with a happy heart and await the Valkyrie to take me before Odin where I will proudly tell him the same. This I swear.''

My oath was well received. Jonas also swore an oath to me as well. The words he spoke will remain among our families. If he wishes them told, approach and ask him. Perhaps he will tell you. Perhaps he will lop your head from your body just to see which way it will tumble, or to listen to the sound of it hitting the ground. That is for him to decide. Not for me, and not here.

I have come to love those of Scagnar. My brothers, my sisters, the bonds. There I find myself feeling closer to my Gods than I feel upon the plains. Among them, I do not have to lead. I do not have to contain my feelings as I do as Ubar of Tuchuk in order to do what I must do, when I must do it. I can simply be me, and they accept me for that.

Life for me continues upon the plains, as do adventures and more gray hair from my family. Life is good.

*RAGNAR'S BELIEFS*

Believes in the Gods of Torvaldsland and is blessed by Odin and Freya.

Has little use for the intervention by the PK's in his life.

Believes Free Women have great value and if proper, should be respected and well cared for.

Believes that when in doubt... ATTACK!!!

Believes that it is harder to spare a life than to take it. And Harder to live than to die.

Believes Warriors should lead, follow, or get out of his way.

Believes that Honor is personal and one must measure his own. Often times that which is seen by others is called Honor, yet it is simply Chivalry in disguise.

Believes there is beauty in simplicity.

Believes in the importance of understanding honor and pride, and the importance of not confusing them with vanity of one's ego.

Believes one should always measure what is to be gained by what may be lost.

RAGNAR does naught hold with titles. A title does naught make a Man. A Man is a Man by any title.

RAGNAR believes it is better to stand alone on the side of truth and speak it for all to plainly hear, rather than hide among masses simply adding another weak and feeble voice to many squeeking from the shadows.

HONOR above all.

*NATURE*

RAGNAR's nature is comprised of many facets of moods. Brash, rash, egotistical, bloodthirsty, self indulgent, thick skulled, impatient, loyal, caring, loving, honorable, prideful, at times boastful, moody, wily, methodical, and many others, including being unusually wise at times, though prefers not to engage in matters requiring great amounts of pondering.

Many feel RAGNAR is complex, yet RAGNAR is but a simple Warrior at base and has an appreciation for the simple things in life and the simple beauty all things possess. Those who know RAGNAR well also see the brooder deep within, brooding over past experiences and circumstances which will always weigh heavily upon him.

As with most Torvaldslanders, RAGNAR has a constant thirst for combat and a natural born instinctiveness for the arts of warfare. RAGNAR disdains killing, viewing it as a sad waste of life in those who would stand against him with honor in combat. However, be forewarned that if death must come, RAGNAR will withhold no part of his person in combat, preferring the other give their life for what they believe, while RAGNAR lives for his beliefs. More Men than RAGNAR can recall have died for their beliefs. RAGNAR feels each time he kills, and at times feels he has killed too many. But, at times he is given no choice, and he must deal with his feelings when the combat has passed.

A few believe RAGNAR to be a soft Master, but those who feel this to be true do not know of the vicious beast from within that RAGNAR must battle constantly to keep under control lest it's fury break free and consume all in it's path. RAGNAR is no butcher. RAGNAR is a Warrior. Never mistake kindness for weakness.

*PHYSICAL DESRIPTION*

(translated into easy to understand Earth measurements)

Height: 7'6"

Weight: 350+ lbs.

Eyes: Sky blue, cold black when angered.

Age: OLD!

Race: Torvaldslander by birth, Tuchuk by the sharing or grass and earth.

Hair: Light brown\black worn at times pulled back or braided down the sides. Normally worn loose, long, and wild as the main of a larl.

OTHER: RAGNAR is sun bronzed and heavily muscled from years at the oars of his Serpent ship, The Valkyrie, and countless years of training and battle. Sun bronzed flesh bears the scars of countless combats, which tend naught to detract from the sculpted physique, but add an air of embellishment. Upon the sharp sculpted facial features, are the Scars of a Tuchuk, each Scar telling the accomplishments and history of the bearer.

*Last Wishes*

To be taken home to Scagnar and be sent off in his beloved serpent The Valkyrie. Full Torvaldslander rites.

A pot containing earth and grass of the plains to be placed with.

Grant prism a final request. She may accompany in the afterlife, or be permitted to do as she wishes. Ragnar has fallen, he would not wish this forced on one so loved.

Grant spirit a final request. She may accompany in the afterlife, or be permitted to do as she wishes. Ragnar has fallen, he would not wish this forced on one so loved.

If the Sons of Ragnar are not fully grown, see to it their education in the Gods and ways of Torvaldsland are taught to them as well as the Endless Sky and ways of Tuchuk, so they may choose well what they will believe in.

Should prism choose to live on, she is to be given 75 gold if freed. Otherwise it is my wish she go to my Ubara Sana of my heart NightStorm. Should spirit choose to live on, she is to be given 70 gold if freed. Otherwise it is my wish she go to my Ubara Sana of my heart NightStorm. Each Son and Daughter of RAGNAR that can be located to be given 100 gold each.

My sworn Brother Thorarin to receive 1,000 mark weight of gold for his generosity and kinship, some of which I asked be used to treat his bonds to a special event where they might indulge in things not normally available to them, and with my brother's indulgence, be ornery and teasing as RAGNAR could be. My friend Jonas to receive 800 mark weight of gold for his generosity and friendship, some of which I asked be used to treat his bonds to a special event where they might indulge in things not normally available to them, and with my brother's indulgence, be ornery and teasing as RAGNAR could be.

. For each brother of Scagnar to enjoy, each to receive 100 barrels of my private stock of mead. Sidona of Tuchuk to receive the last of the Dragon Paga Ragnar's brother/her Companion REDBEARD once shared. Alfina, Seeress, Great Volva of Scagnar, 75 mark weight in both silver and gold, rings, hair beads, and baubles, in silver and gold. Nine fine mortar and pestles, nine fine bosk, nine of my best verr, nine of my best tarsk, nine of my yearling kaiila, and nine pairs of boots and nine pairs of sandals made by my own hand... of her choosing, nine ceremonial blood bowls, and the finest perfumes in talendar, day lily, and vermilion.

Scagnar's general treasury is to receive 2000 mark weight of gold to benefit the Isle as a whole. All bonds of The Isle, if permitted, are to receive 3 mark weight of gold with which to purchase kyrtills, oils, scents, boots, slippers, whatever they desire to remain so beautiful and pleasing.

I ask Drekalanda upon the Isle remain in my Ubara Sana's possession for continued use by Tuchuk, respecting all agreements I made with Jonas, Thorarin, and the Isle. My Sons will inherit Drekalanda one day provided they too abide my agreements and seek to help all prosper and not only themselves. If they choose the life of the sea, have built for them each the finest Serpents to ever sail,and crews sworn to them. Thorarin to be my Ubara Sana's Advisor in matters pertaining to Drekalanda and its ability to be a thriving, providing steading. All other holdings go to NightStorm to do with as she deems fitting as Ubara of Tuchuk.

Should my Sons not wish the mantle of Ubar, and Raziel does not seek it, look to Merkid, Budikai, or Sidona's Son Tumen to assume the mantle until another comes forward able to keep Tuchuk as it has always been. Advise the next well my Ubara Sana, for that you will always be. Be wise and generous, I can still afford it.

Aside from what is seen in Dragonslair, there are sizable accounts in Turia, The Point, Port Kar, Ar, Anago, Thentis and the Isle of Scagnar. There is also my buried treasure trove on Drekalanda lands, though most of this trove accompanies me to the Afterlife. NightStorm may part and parcel my holdings to others to assist them or in memory as she deems warranted.

His passing is not to be mourned. Be happy he lived, and remember his deeds and accomplishments. Most of all, his heart.

"Cattle die,

Friends die,

So, too, must you die.

Though one thing

Never dies;

The fair fame one has earned.

Cattle die,

Friends die,

So, too, must you die.

I know one,

That never dies;

Judgment of a dead man's life."

HELVEGEN