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FRISIANS
The favoured pattern on clothing was checkers, stripes being more Frankish. There were two main types of top: the kafkan tunic, or wrap-around, seen on the left here, which was Danish influenced and more fashionable on the continent, though getting less so around the time of the Invasion. The other was a simple tunic. Both were often worn with tunics underneath, "undershirts" if you will. Instead of boxers they wore a pair of wool or linen shorts called breetches. Over this they could wear another pair of shorts or trousers, which could go from quite tailored (verging on hosen) to very baggy (verging on jodphurs). Here you can see a normal width and a thick width. Around the legs everyone wore winingas, which were a type of puttees, which could be plain or decorated. Shoes were leather, as pictured. Standard equipment was a metal or leather helmet, usually with a bonnet underneath as padding, and in terms of weapons a circular shield, usually a metre wide, so very large, though mercenaries favoured much smaller shields, a sword (less ornate for poor people, for peasants just a stick of wood and a standard, non-welded blade, gilded, bejewelled and welded for the rich), two or three throwing spears and a spear. Some had axes or throwing axes, and most people had a seax (small or long dagger, by this period mostly small, though big-knife was still a kenning). Richer people had helmets and sometimes vambraces and grieves in a splinted style (not traditionally what you'd call 'splinted') Chainmail was fastened with bronze rivets and usually short-sleeved and half-knee length, though could be longer or shorter sleeved and longer or shorter hemmed. Usually undecorated.
If you have any other questions do ask. If anyone wants to play a female I'll add details for those, though any warrior female (which would be excruciatingly rare, probably 0 in a force as small as Ivarr's) would wear these too. Note there is 0 evidence of any woman fighting ever in the Early Middle Ages, only defending a settlement (which is [understandably] using her knife to try and not get raped, not active military service).
NORSE
See all the above, though with the Kafkan being much more popular. The grimhelm was also presumably a lot more popular, which was a helmet with a mask on it. A king (so no one involved here) would have the face of a God on his, such as Sutton-Hoo, which depicts Woden.

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CHARACTERS THAT NEED TO BE REPRESENTED: Ivarr/Sigurðr, the Dublinn leader of the Irish (unnamed in the sources, so feel free to name him), Jarl Guthrum. I'll be playing as Ubbe.

Frisia
Winter, 865 AD

Duke Ubbe watched as the thin procession of men reamed the ships in. Next to him was his main general Folkhard, the head of his band of gesithas and a distant cousin.
"How strong is our fleet?" he asked.
"Thirty-two ships, Ubbe, and a thousand men."
"So we'll have four thousand men combined with the Danes. How many men does the Saxon king Aelfraed have?"
"I'm not sure. The high thousands, probably."
Ubbe scratched his head.
"I cannot speak of the terrain of Engelond, but we have a clear disadvantage in numbers alone."
"I have heard it's hilly, not much more."
Ubbe observed as the ships were loaded up with provisions. He had had most of the livestock slaughtered and cured, plenty of wine imported from the Franks, and generous amounts of furs and metals collected. These could provide for useful bribes and payment for his retinue. Ideally they wouldn't spend a hacksilver piece, if they could extort tribute from the Saxons.
"Do you truly trust Ívarr?"
"No," he said. "He's a troublesome Dane. But he has the manpower and willpower to take the bitch."
As he spat the last word out, he saw some children playing on the beach, their trousers pulled up to their knees, playfighting in the water. He was reminded of his own youth, before his brother Popetet had died of cancer. They'd used to play in that very same lake, perhaps even that very same spot, he reckoned.
Frisia had been inundated some centuries ago - folklore disagreed on when, but a huge lake occupied most of their territory. Ubbe had always been taught this is where they had learned to be good seafarers, though he didn't know if that was true or not.
What he did know is that it was cold as fuck. The sheepskin cape his daughter had made for him was comfy, the fur brushing inwards, but she still had a way to go in tanning the hide, which exposed to the elements had deteriorated a bit. Still, as her father, he had to wear her creations.
He fingered the scar next to his mouth, and moved to the one on his left hand lengthways. Both earned in raids against the Franks. He harboured an intense dislike against them. He'd always been amused by how the women dressed - they wore their dresses up to the calves and hosen underneath, looking like men.
But enough idle thinking, he thought.
"I will say my farewells. Try to be ready before nightfall. We must join Ivarr as soon as humanly possible."
"Very well. I will make sure the preparations hasten."
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