Gorm White-Wolf
Jaarl Gorm (a.k.a. The White Wolf)
There are few warriors in this world that can boast a reputation of consistent combat prowess. Far fewer that can truly claim to have faced beasts from the Beginning of the World, and lived to tell of it. Such is the powerful renown of arguably one of the Greatest Skaari Warriors to have ever lived. Such is the legend of Gorm Hvitolfaar, White-Wolf.
Born on a night ruled by a Full Moon in the Fourth Aeon, 28th of Saeuras, 1668 A.E. The first thing Gorm heard as a new born was the howl of Wolves and Direwolves. And when he opened his eyes, his parents beheld the eyes of a wolf. Amber yellow, and intense. As if to further estrange him from the rest of his people. When his hair began to grow, it came in White as snow.
Even as a child, Gorm proved to be more than a hand full for any adult. Spirited, Brash, and Fearless. Gorm was the envy of every boy in his village. Then, in 1676, the time came for The Aambring. The great tradition of All Skaari Men that is begun when children from all across Bulgaard reach the age range of 8 to 10 years. The Elders of every community of Skaari gather the young of their lands and bring them to Aambring Rock. Where it is said that Skaadr, the Great Forefather of All Skaari, took hold of the lightning bolt that was meant to end his life. But instead, used it to carve the Skaari Runes. A great mysterious writing system that has never been sufficiently or satisfactorily understood. For the Skaari keep their secrets. Especially from the rest of the world.
Gorm was among the gaggle of children from all over the north. Of a group of seven children. Only he and two others survived. Earning their places among their peoples. And their places as Skaari. Gorm was then given the epithet Hvitolf, literally "White Wolf." An epithet that would stay with him for all his life. One that he would wear proudly.
Like many young Skaari, he grew too restless to stay home. So, in 1684, Gorm embarked on his great wandering through out the world with a trade galley of Annar Men. From whom he had learned a great deal on the Mariners ways. In time, he found his way to The Shattered Sea. Where he signed on with The Black Wind Mercenary Company. A company of mostly Ramian Men from the southern territories near The Blackfire Mountains. The burning southern edge of the known world.
As a mercenary. Gorm earned acclaim and plunder. Meeting many great and noble warriors who would later become his own company of companions. Fighting on battlefields from The Great Abkari Desert to the angry waves of The Calling Sea. In 1694, Gorm and his friends in the Black Wind Company would fight a fight that would change Gorms life.
A Mountain Troll had blundered into a battle that Gorms company was fighting outside The City of Vyrantis. While his comrades wouldn't dare fight a beast so large. Gorm remained. Holding his two-handed Greatsword, Baanmaathromr, "The Slayers Edge." With blind abandon, he rushed the Mountain Troll. Hacking and Cleaving at the monster as a Lumberjack chops at a tree with their axe. Fighting for hours, ending the fight at last by severing the beasts head. Drenched in the monsters blood, Gorm barely noticed the oncoming wall of cheer and praise from the Vyrantine citizens and his own comrades. Looking at his face reflected in both the surface of his blade, and in the Troll Blood. Gorm couldn't help but smile. He had found his purpose in life at long last.
Gorm would wander the surface of the earth. He would seek the deadliest monsters, the harshest fights. Resigned forever to be drenched in the blood of Monsters. To sever their limbs with hardened battle joy. To wash the dirt and his blade with their blood. And revel in the prestige brought on by the trophies made from their remains. He would take up the profession of a Slayer. And live by The Slayers Code.
For fourteen years, Gorm would slay monsters on nearly every shore, in almost every depth, and on many of the highest peaks. Along the way, accumulating many trophies. And many new comrades. Friends who knew him best in those days would recall how he never wore a greater smile than when he had come from a new kill. His white hair ever needing to be washed of the monster blood that showered over him near daily. Though his temperament would change in 1700, when he took a job to slay a Werewolf. And contracted Lycanthropy. But rather than seeking a cure. Gorm thought to use it. To become a monster that hunts monsters. Remembering the tales of the Berserker. The Skaari warriors that became like their animal totems. Channeling the beast within, to fight the battle without. And so, Gorm became a Werewolf, but one that hunted Monsters. Not Men. Gorms successes in the Slayers trade reached new heights. Earning ever more wealth and acclaim. Though he only cared for the thrill of battle. Mercenary, Slayer, Werewolf, Gorm was a Skaari. And Skaari never prize gold above what truly matters.
But in 1708, home would call on Gorm to return. To savage Bulgaard. Where his peoples laws needed him to present himself for a new challenge. Gorms father Kraag, had died in a battle with a rival Jaarl. By the laws of the Skaari. Gorm needed to return, hear the wisdom of the Elders. In order to decide the new Jaarl.
By ancient tradition. The mantle of Jaarl is an electoral position. But requires the first born child of the deceased Jaarl to be present for the deliberation and election. Gorms exploits found their way back to Bulgaard, and he became an easy choice for the people of his home settlement. But another challenged his right to take up the mantle. Gorm vowed long ago to never refuse a challenge. A vow he would honor to this day. And so, he fought the challenger. Encircled by a crowd of his people. Amidst their shouts and yells he slew his challenger. Affirming to all his right to lead. By this, Gorm became the Jaarl of the territory of Skaaldevik.
Gorm would lead his people well until the 7th of Illuvas, 1725. When Skaari merchants would be tortured and slain by Dekmirian bigots. All the Jaarls of Bulgaard were called to Jaarlsmoot Isle. Gorm included. Where they would inevitably vote to undertake the harshest conflict in centuries. The war that would be known to history as The Longest Winter. The Fifteen year congflict between the Skaari of Bulgaard and the Heartland Men of Dekmire. Gorm led the siege of The City of Northwatch himself. And would hold the city through out the conflict. Eventually surrendering the city on the 30th of Illuvas, 1740, when the peace talks proved successful.
Gorm returned to Skaaldevik
Born on a night ruled by a Full Moon in the Fourth Aeon, 28th of Saeuras, 1668 A.E. The first thing Gorm heard as a new born was the howl of Wolves and Direwolves. And when he opened his eyes, his parents beheld the eyes of a wolf. Amber yellow, and intense. As if to further estrange him from the rest of his people. When his hair began to grow, it came in White as snow.
Even as a child, Gorm proved to be more than a hand full for any adult. Spirited, Brash, and Fearless. Gorm was the envy of every boy in his village. Then, in 1676, the time came for The Aambring. The great tradition of All Skaari Men that is begun when children from all across Bulgaard reach the age range of 8 to 10 years. The Elders of every community of Skaari gather the young of their lands and bring them to Aambring Rock. Where it is said that Skaadr, the Great Forefather of All Skaari, took hold of the lightning bolt that was meant to end his life. But instead, used it to carve the Skaari Runes. A great mysterious writing system that has never been sufficiently or satisfactorily understood. For the Skaari keep their secrets. Especially from the rest of the world.
Gorm was among the gaggle of children from all over the north. Of a group of seven children. Only he and two others survived. Earning their places among their peoples. And their places as Skaari. Gorm was then given the epithet Hvitolf, literally "White Wolf." An epithet that would stay with him for all his life. One that he would wear proudly.
Like many young Skaari, he grew too restless to stay home. So, in 1684, Gorm embarked on his great wandering through out the world with a trade galley of Annar Men. From whom he had learned a great deal on the Mariners ways. In time, he found his way to The Shattered Sea. Where he signed on with The Black Wind Mercenary Company. A company of mostly Ramian Men from the southern territories near The Blackfire Mountains. The burning southern edge of the known world.
As a mercenary. Gorm earned acclaim and plunder. Meeting many great and noble warriors who would later become his own company of companions. Fighting on battlefields from The Great Abkari Desert to the angry waves of The Calling Sea. In 1694, Gorm and his friends in the Black Wind Company would fight a fight that would change Gorms life.
A Mountain Troll had blundered into a battle that Gorms company was fighting outside The City of Vyrantis. While his comrades wouldn't dare fight a beast so large. Gorm remained. Holding his two-handed Greatsword, Baanmaathromr, "The Slayers Edge." With blind abandon, he rushed the Mountain Troll. Hacking and Cleaving at the monster as a Lumberjack chops at a tree with their axe. Fighting for hours, ending the fight at last by severing the beasts head. Drenched in the monsters blood, Gorm barely noticed the oncoming wall of cheer and praise from the Vyrantine citizens and his own comrades. Looking at his face reflected in both the surface of his blade, and in the Troll Blood. Gorm couldn't help but smile. He had found his purpose in life at long last.
Gorm would wander the surface of the earth. He would seek the deadliest monsters, the harshest fights. Resigned forever to be drenched in the blood of Monsters. To sever their limbs with hardened battle joy. To wash the dirt and his blade with their blood. And revel in the prestige brought on by the trophies made from their remains. He would take up the profession of a Slayer. And live by The Slayers Code.
For fourteen years, Gorm would slay monsters on nearly every shore, in almost every depth, and on many of the highest peaks. Along the way, accumulating many trophies. And many new comrades. Friends who knew him best in those days would recall how he never wore a greater smile than when he had come from a new kill. His white hair ever needing to be washed of the monster blood that showered over him near daily. Though his temperament would change in 1700, when he took a job to slay a Werewolf. And contracted Lycanthropy. But rather than seeking a cure. Gorm thought to use it. To become a monster that hunts monsters. Remembering the tales of the Berserker. The Skaari warriors that became like their animal totems. Channeling the beast within, to fight the battle without. And so, Gorm became a Werewolf, but one that hunted Monsters. Not Men. Gorms successes in the Slayers trade reached new heights. Earning ever more wealth and acclaim. Though he only cared for the thrill of battle. Mercenary, Slayer, Werewolf, Gorm was a Skaari. And Skaari never prize gold above what truly matters.
But in 1708, home would call on Gorm to return. To savage Bulgaard. Where his peoples laws needed him to present himself for a new challenge. Gorms father Kraag, had died in a battle with a rival Jaarl. By the laws of the Skaari. Gorm needed to return, hear the wisdom of the Elders. In order to decide the new Jaarl.
By ancient tradition. The mantle of Jaarl is an electoral position. But requires the first born child of the deceased Jaarl to be present for the deliberation and election. Gorms exploits found their way back to Bulgaard, and he became an easy choice for the people of his home settlement. But another challenged his right to take up the mantle. Gorm vowed long ago to never refuse a challenge. A vow he would honor to this day. And so, he fought the challenger. Encircled by a crowd of his people. Amidst their shouts and yells he slew his challenger. Affirming to all his right to lead. By this, Gorm became the Jaarl of the territory of Skaaldevik.
Gorm would lead his people well until the 7th of Illuvas, 1725. When Skaari merchants would be tortured and slain by Dekmirian bigots. All the Jaarls of Bulgaard were called to Jaarlsmoot Isle. Gorm included. Where they would inevitably vote to undertake the harshest conflict in centuries. The war that would be known to history as The Longest Winter. The Fifteen year congflict between the Skaari of Bulgaard and the Heartland Men of Dekmire. Gorm led the siege of The City of Northwatch himself. And would hold the city through out the conflict. Eventually surrendering the city on the 30th of Illuvas, 1740, when the peace talks proved successful.
Gorm returned to Skaaldevik
, having avenged the wrongfully killed Skaari merchants and upholding the Skaari Code of Honor. Continuing to lead his people through both the harsh and lax winter storms of Northern Bulgaard, and the consistent raids from rival Jaarls. Though he still longed for a fight worth fighting. Against a monster that no one else could fight. Clutching the grip of his blade daily over such angst. Ever itching to sate his warriors lust for worthy combat.
Physical Description
Facial Features
Stern faced, broad chin, arched nose. Some faded scars.
Identifying Characteristics
Amber yellow eyes. Like a Wolfs.
Apparel & Accessories
Plate and lamellar armor mantled with the pelt of Direwolves.
Mental characteristics
Employment
Gorm first made a name for himself as a Mercenary with The Black Wind Mercenary Company. Then broadened his craft as a Slayer. Wandering from place to place, slaying monsters for coin. Until he returned home to find his father had died.
Gorm became a Jaarl of the Rigr Skaari of Northern Bulgaard after fighting another for the right to lead. Gorm won without further dispute. And leads to this day.
Gorm became a Jaarl of the Rigr Skaari of Northern Bulgaard after fighting another for the right to lead. Gorm won without further dispute. And leads to this day.
Current Location
Species
Conditions
Ethnicity
Honorary & Occupational Titles
Jaarl of the Rigr Skaari of the territory of Skaaldevik, North Western Bulgaard.
Professions
Date of Birth
Fourth Aeon, 28th of Saeuras, 1668 A.E.
Year of Birth
1668
76 Years old
Circumstances of Birth
Born during a full moon amidst the Howling of Wolves
Birthplace
Skaaldevik in Northern Bulgaard
Children
Gender
Male
Eyes
Amber yellow
Hair
Long White
Skin Tone/Pigmentation
Pale White
Height
6,10
Weight
299lbs
Quotes & Catchphrases
"The Wolf never forgets its fangs. Or its enemies."
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