Inner Sea, somewhere near the Chelaxian coast
The storm was growing stronger by the moment. The men in the ship were fighting to get through it as undamaged as possible, but it was no easy feat. All of them tried their best, and Braggi was eager to prove that his young age was not an obstacle in this dire situation. Soon, his moment arrived.
”You! Tie up that cable to the mast! Now!” Gunnar, his captain, was shouting like he never did before, and that was a thing. He was known as Gunnar “Thundershout” for his potent and loud voice, which he used more often than not. Quick to please and quick to anger, the emotional old man was said to be able to command a crew of deaf sailors.
Fighting the blasts of wind and water, Braggi slowly moved himself to catch the loose end of the rope. After getting some more bruises, he managed to tie it to the mast, as said, and returned to his prior position. ”Done, Gunnar!” He was proud of having done it quickly and having contributed to the wellness of the ship and the crew.
The giant captain didn’t even bother to look at him. ”I hope it resists!” Both Gunnar and Braggi turned their attention to other matters. As soon as they did that, though, a cracking sound like that of a whip made them turn their heads back again. To everyone’s surprise, the rope had untied from the mast again and rolled around one of the sailors’ neck, dragging him across the deck and smashing his head against the chest of coins. In a second, Ingvar’s soul was sent to Hel, the fruit of all their trade and pillage was lost to the sea and Braggi’s future was sealed.
Braggi
Braggi was born in a small village from the Lands of the Linnorm Kings. From an early age he was hated or feared (or both) due to having his eyes of different colour - his right eye is gray and his left one blue. He grew up to become a healthy boy, despite all this, tall and strong, with blonde long hair and good warlike skills.
Braggi has always lacked some true affection, and he’s desperately wanted to prove himself worthy of acceptance. During an expedition for trade and sacking to Western lands, he failed miserably on his task to maintain a rope tied, this mistake costing a man’s life and all the treasure. He was trialed by the captain and the crew, and sentenced to be cast out.
Left on his own in the Andoran shore, Braggi wandered around for some time, not knowing what to do and hardly babbling the language. Not wanting anything else to do with the sea, he ventured inland and, thanks to his combat prowess, managed to survive. His weird eyes and his strong Ulfen appearance earned him some respect, and soon he was hired as a mercenary, caravan guard and all kinds of tasks he had to accept if he wanted some warm food and a cozy bed.
Of course, Braggi’s exotic looks and muscled body earned him a reputation among some young ladies... and their families. Stepping into that many puddles could only end one way - Braggi messing with the wrong man, angry about his daughter’s “adventures” with the Ulfen warrior. Our dear hero had no choice but to accept the first proposal he got to get out of the way soon, and thus here he is escorting a caravan to Wispil in the hopes that his next stop in life grants him the choice to earn a name among his ancestors. Yeah, and maybe among some local cuties, too...
