Northman Raider (Barbarian/Fighter)

You are Brand Arngimsson, third son of Arngrim, Jarl of Vejlbjorg. You have a reputation as a skilled warrior and a fierce berserker, honing your skills in the wild Aelfvid Forests. Your fame reached a peak when you defeated Ekbert Ingvarsson in a duel to the ****. Beating the son of the hated King Ingvar of Fynsbjorg has made you an enemy of that royal house but also a hero among the freeman farmers and tradesmen.

Unfortunately, the seductive Freyja and mischievous Loder have seen you worthy of their attentions. The goddess of desire seems to have made you irresistible to women while the god of trickery makes sure that that attraction gets you into trouble. Of course, that doesn’t mean you’re blameless. It would have helped if you didn’t bed every shy thrall girl, virginal farmer’s daughter and lonely noblewoman that crossed your path. Such activities has led to many a lawsuit at the annual Athing gatherings.

What finally did it in for you was a dalliance with a beautiful elf from the forest. For days your screams of passion echoed throughout the Aelfvid, attracting many of her sister elves which you were more than happy to satisfy. After you kissed the elf woman farewell, she began wondering if all the humans of Vejlbjorg were just as talented in bed. The elf lady then, in her position as Mage Queen of Aelfvid, gathered her entire fey court and descended upon the jarldom to find out.

Two weeks and a jarldom-wide orgy later the season’s crops are left un-farmed, the fishing boats are still moored to the docks and the crafts shops lay idle. The people of the jarldom were just too tired to get up from their sex soaked beds.

Everyone in Vejlbjorg, man and woman alike, had a happy smile on their face though. Everyone except Arngrim that is, who quickly realized how **** this made his jarldom to foes like Fynsbjorg who were looking for any chance to raze Vejlbjorg to the ground.

Arngrim seriously considered beheading his youngest son but thought better of it. Despite his “cock-headedness” Brand was still a popular warrior among the common folk and the orgy had, in some ways, increased his popularity even among the noble peers though no one would admit it. Exile would be a more palatable punishment. Get the troublemaker as far away as possible and let someone else deal with him.

So now, as you look over the bow of a longship, you wonder about the decisions you’ve made. Whether you should have kept your cock to yourself and avoided all these problems. Even if it meant foreswearing the soft feel of a plump breast, the smooth curve of a woman’s body, the sweet taste of her lips, the tightness of her sex, the hot silkiness of a lady’s tongue ...

“BRAND!”

“Wh ... what?” You stammer, snapping out of your reverie. Turning to your side you see the angry bearded face of your Uncle Harek who towers over you menacingly.

“Keep your head on the oars hero!” Harek screamed. “We don’t need any coal chewers here!”

“Yes uncle,” you reply meekly, hearing grumbles of approval from your surrounding shipmates, none of whom relished this trip into the violent Valdhaf ocean. All just to escort a noble away from his problems.

Gripping the oar tightly, you redouble your efforts as the longship navigated the Valdhaf’s waves. But you couldn’t help but stare out into the waters and wonder about the new adventures the horizon has in store for you. It was then that you saw something in the distance.