Sigard Maelvogar Biography

Family Name: Sigard Skeld Maelvogar

Refered Name: Sigard, or Maelvogar (Since name change, though its still a reference to his last name)

Race: Aesir, half Cimmerian

Class: Barbarian

Sex: Male

Height: 6'3

Build: Broad Bulk

Eye Colour: Bright Blue

Age: 24

Alignment: Viking, raider, good hearted, good natured.

Clan:  Grim Wolves of Lacheish

Rank: Chiefton

Wind blows from the east, and Dryas speaks softly to her husband, "The weather is too nice for game to cross our lands, they'll stay north longer this year, we may have to rely on crops for awhile" Sigard lifting his axe from singing in a fire responds "They'll come, they always come." re-assuring her with a carefree smile.



Distant screams begin to howl, Sigard abruptly swings his axe to his back harness, flinging ashes abruptly every which way, and runs back toward the village close by, Varga, while a faint distant voice hollers "Let them deal with it Sigard, your not a chiefton anymore!" Far too late the gestures to cross his mind, Sigard believes only in battle, and in his fierce demeanor can not be matched, maybe too fierce, which had lost his title as chiefton when he had brutally punished his clansmen for small disscression. Running swiftly down hill towards the village, he could already see in horror the village ablaze, filled with stygians adorn in black armors and cloth. Unhinging his axe he runs head first to the village east gate, but to his surprise, the battle was already over, no cimmerian stood to fight, as if giving away his life Sigard staring at over 40 Stygian's blood thirsty faces he yelled with his every lasting breath "I AM SIGARD, I WILL NOT LET THIS PASS WITHOUT VENGEANCE, THIS LIFE OR THE NEXT" followed by a quaint thought of Dryas and his son Faud he turns and again yells and his wife heading down hill towards the village "Run Dryas, take Faud far away...." Cut off by his words, pierced through the left shoulder he cuts off in anguish as a dagger of a Stygian shadow wielding assassin, one of the most skilled under Thoth-Amon's assassins. Sigard falling abruptly from the poisons leaking into his veins cursing the black mark on the face of the Stygian speaks faint words "Your soul is marked, I'll find you.." Falling into a black coma, remembering nothing from that moment on, his past is blank, and his future is un-embraced.