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Crossrealm: The Stage Of History

Herleif Felman Brynjar

@Vas Khaleen @Dynamo Frokane

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As Artemis explained the circumstances surrounding him, he nodded while furrowing his brow. He vaguely understood the meaning of this explanation, though some of the terms were beyond his grasp. Looking through the transparent wall he found himself able to recognize the construction of the coliseum, similar to the ones found among his homeland, albeit much greater in magnitude. As Artemis described the stone he used to summon them all, he nodded in understanding.

"Your strength in Magic is impressive for a man, Women are often the fairest manipulators of magics. Their souls are closer to the Gods, purer."

His eyes then moved to the Roman and the Britain, a subtle fire burning in his eyes as he was forced to remember the Innocent blood he had seen men similar shed in the name of their gods. He walked to the table, retrieving a loaf of bread and ripping it in half, then approached the lone woman among them. Stopping a few feet before her, he lowered his head and placed a half-clenched fist onto his chest, a symbol of respect within his family. He then offered one of the half-loaves to her, his outstretched hand remaining a few feet away. He could tell she was apprehensive and untrusting of the men around her, a quality they both shared.

"I am Herlief, Son of Brynjar."

He stated, introducing himself to the likely confused warrior before him

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Herleif Felman Brynjar

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His eyes opened slowly, his consciousness immediately noticing the difference in texture on his back. He had fallen asleep on a straw mat, which had done little to defend him from the icy cold, yet upon awakening he felt the strong support of wooden planks with a comforting warmth surrounding him. As the grogginess of his slumber quickly dissipated, he stood to his full stature, towering over the warriors before him. He could tell by the weight on his shoulders and hips that he had retained every piece of his armour, and a quick movement of his hands confirmed that his axes had not left his person either. It did however seem that he had lost the rest of his personal armoury, likely because he hadn't kept them while he slept.

He had woken early enough to hear the conversation between the man and the toad, and had stood after the toad left.
"He seems to be of the same tree as the English Nobles. Cowardly, conniving men of little value."
He observed outloud, his deep voice rumbling like the ocean before a storm.
"Why have you brought us here, Warlock? Surely you had warriors aside from us to challenge him."
He asked calmly, addressing the long-haired man before him.

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@Dynamo Frokane
Present.

Sgrub: Chapter One

anybody able to get on pesterchum??

Academy of Hereos and Villains: Year two

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Nano

Location: Academy
Interacting With: Conner @Caits

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As the effects of whatever had just happened to him wore off, he stood, making a gesture to Conner, turning down his hand. He wasn't one to enjoy help, and often found it belittling. He didn't need pity, he wasn't some scared child lost in the street, and even if he was grateful he wouldn't display it very openly. Instead, to subtly show his gratitude, he nodded thankfully to Conner.

"I didn't fight, that was an exercise, not a battle. Had it been, one of us would be dead."
He said spitefully, looking to the training room with a sense of disdain, and a bit of disgust.
"I prefer to stay standing."
He then replied to Conner's suggestion of taking a seat. He pulled his hood back over his head, turning to walk away before Conner introduced himself. Nathan turned back to the young man that had helped him, a bit of skepticism and confusion apparent on his face.
"Nathan."
He responded, a skeptical expression on his face, expecting the hostility he often saw in others to become apparent. Instead however, he was a bit drawn back that the next thing he said was not something mean-spirited, but an inquiry into his well-being.
"Yes, I'm fine."
He confirmed quizzically, caught off guard by Conner's apparent kindness.

Crossrealm: The Stage Of History

Herleif Felman Brynjar

(Air-Lif Fell-men Brin-Jar)



Three winters after the Battle of Hafrsfjord, Herleif awoke in Kruxgard, what many call the "Cross-Realm." He believed himself to be Twenty Seven Winters of Age, though his slumber could have lasted milleniums.

Herleif was a warrior of enormous stature, a few heads taller than a horse, and his weight was that of boulders.

He was proficient with the weapons he carried on his back, but he had mastered the use of Hectgrad, a pair of battle axes he used in combat. These axes were capable of being thrown as well, providing him the ability to battle in both close-quarters and ranged settings.

Herleif was born twenty four winters before the great battle of Hafrsfjord, in a time of extreme tension as the great lands of Scandinavia began to inch closer and closer to unification under a single monarch. Unification was something he believed in with his heart and soul, and something he helped enforce with his axes. Born amongst Jarl's, the Brynjar clan was infamous for producing enormous, savage warriors, but he brought new fame to his clan's name through his own immense size and fortitude. Herleif followed after his Father, a stoic man of nobility, someone who didn't talk often, but when he did, even the king would fall silent. Being born into a wealthy class, Herleif was able to begin his own expeditions earlier than most, and due to his enormous size and savagery in battle he soon earned the title "The Giant of Norway." Despite his age, he lacked the sense of arrogance carried by many younger warriors, and instead sported a deep sense of Pride and Humility for his Clan's name. He would never boast of his own accomplishments, but saw to it that any who disrespected the name of his Forefathers would see a swift death.

CS Translation

Appearance: See Image Above
Name: Herleif Felman Brynjar
Time Period: 875 AD
Age: 27
Height: 6'5
Weight: 345
Favourite Weapon: Dual Battle Axes.
Bio/Personality: See above
Other: Current Loadout (Will update as more weapons are acquired)

• Armour
• Battle Axe

Crossrealm: The Stage Of History

@Dynamo Frokane
The loadout was primarily for visual references, but I would like to keep his Armour if Possible, though I understand if he couldn't.

Crossrealm: The Stage Of History

Herleif Felman Brynjar

(Air-Lif Fell-men Brin-Jar)



Three winters after the Battle of Hafrsfjord, Herleif awoke in Kruxgard, what many call the "Cross-Realm." He believed himself to be Twenty Seven Winters of Age, though his slumber could have lasted milleniums.

Herleif was a warrior of enormous stature, several heads taller than a horse, and his weight was that of boulders.

He was proficient with the weapons he carried on his back, but he had mastered the use of Hectgrad, a pair of battle axes he used in combat. These axes were capable of being thrown as well, providing him the ability to battle in both close-quarters and ranged settings.

Herleif was born twenty four winters before the great battle of Hafrsfjord, in a time of extreme tension as the great lands of Scandinavia began to inch closer and closer to unification under a single monarch. Unification was something he believed in with his heart and soul, and something he helped enforce with his axes. Born amongst Jarl's, the Brynjar clan was infamous for producing enormous, savage warriors, but he brought new fame to his clan's name through his own immense size and fortitude. Herleif followed after his Father, a stoic man of nobility, someone who didn't talk often, but when he did, even the king would fall silent. Being born into a wealthy class, Herleif was able to begin his own expeditions earlier than most, and due to his enormous size and savagery in battle he soon earned the title "The Giant of Norway." Despite his age, he lacked the sense of arrogance carried by many younger warriors, and instead sported a deep sense of Pride and Humility for his Clan's name. He would never boast of his own accomplishments, but saw to it that any who disrespected the name of his Forefathers would see a swift death.

CS Translation

Appearance: See Image Above
Name: Herleif Felman Brynjar
Time Period: 875 AD
Age: 27
Height: 6'8
Weight: 375
Favourite Weapon: Dual Battle Axes.
Bio/Personality: See above
Other: Current Loadout (Will update as more weapons are acquired)

• Armour
• Battle Axe

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@Dynamo Frokane
Any idea of when you'll post the Viking's Information?

Crossrealm: The Stage Of History

I'd like to reserve the Viking