Bjorn Haldirson

Born into a large family Bjorn grew up having little responsibility for the daily choirs of farm. Your family was the only one to have three long houses in the village of Gundestrup. He spent most of his time hunting and sailing with his brothers. Used to having slaves do the hard work in the village Bjorn knows little of farming. The family was somewhat wealthy thanks to the raids and travels of Bjorn’s grandfather Ungnir the bold.

The small skirmishes between the neighboring kingdoms have been rare lately and the warriors of the village were starting to talk about going to sea again. I Bjorn decided not to go, the journey by ship could take years and the thought of being on a boat that long did not intrigue me.

Most of the warriors had left the village when the warning horn sounded, we were being attacked. They came on horses and were in the village before the gates could be shut. They looked strange with their long black hair and dark skin. They were painted grey with grey ashes and had long spears in their hands.

I fought valiantly but we were outnumbered. The last thing I remember was seeing my village burn and my sister Ingrid being carried away on one of the ash people’s horses. I tried to get her but with a sudden burst of pain forced me to the ground, and everything went black. Since that day I have been looking for my sister Ingrid.

Having been 5 months on the hunt with no trace of the ash people my hopes to find her alive is dwindling. If only I had worn a helmet I could have saved her. Among my people armor is not for the brave warriors and will slow a man down. No warrior of Gundestrup would ever hide behind armor. If I had had worn a helmet I am certain I would have ended up with a spear in my gut. Maybe In some ways Atali was protecting me. Having arrived at the Bossonian Marches I hope to be able to find someone who has seen the ash people.