Magnus Darkshield
Warlord of the Northlands
Located high up in the snowy peaks of the Pyrelands, the Darkshield family belonged to the Wolfheart Clan. Young Magnus was solely raised by his mother, Asta, who he loved dearly. His Father, Ryhild and Uncle Valdoff spent most of their time going on raids or scouting out new settlements for future raids for the clan. Magnus was small as a child and was commonly picked on for his size. Around the age of 12, his father never returned from a raid in the Northlands. The other men reassured Asta and Magnus that he died honorably in battle. Valdoff kneeled down to Magnus to hand him his father's wooden bear necklace they removed from his body before they had left. "You're the man of the family now, dry your eyes and act like it."
After losing his father, Magnus spent days training with his father's old wood-chopping axe, wishing to one day go out on raids with his clan. As the years went by, Magnus grew a muscular frame from training and, at 18, finally received the Jarl's blessing to accompany the clan.
He survived his first raid and even came out with a scar on his right forearm from parrying an overhead strike from an enemy, but it was his first battle scar, and he was proud to display it. Magnus raided for 8 years with the clan, proudly earning more scars and helping to provide for his clan. One fateful day, as they returned from a raid, the clan noticed smoke coming from their village Wolfheim. When the ships hit land, they rushed to the village to find most buildings smoldering from fires and their clan laying in the blood-soaked streets.
The Pact Sealed
While they were gone, their rival clan, The Burning Tree, had raided on their homeland. The Wolfheart Clan went into a frenzy but ultimately did not have the numbers to match The Burning Tree. All of the Wolfheart Clan fell that day with no survivors, including Magnus.
He laid there for hours, left with a gash from a long sword across his chest, hardly breathing. Filled with rage and nearing death, Magnus called out to any of his ancestors that could hear him. All that he asked was for enough strength to stand on his feet and clean his wounds. A few minutes went by before he hears a calming voice fill his head. "Young Magnus, I can give you the gift of a second chance at life, a chance to avenge your people, and with more power than just an old axe. I'll gift this to you under the condition that you help me when the time is needed."
Under the impression, this was an ancestor he called out to, and still filled with anger, Magnus agreed to the terms. As the voice left his mind, he was given the strength to crawl off the bloody ground and into one of the dilapidated houses to clean his wounds before passing out.
Unbeknownst to Magnus, he had a pledged loyalty to Hrólfr, the Ancient Wolf
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Ethnicity
Honorary & Occupational Titles
Warlord of the North
Year of Birth
587 EoIF
43 Years old
Birthplace
Pyrelands
Children
Current Residence
Sleet's Landing
Eyes
Brown
Hair
Brown
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