Name: verdemann
Gender: Male
Race:Nord
Age:30
Faction:
Appearance: A little bit past shoulder length of dirty blonde braided hair, a strong powerfull beard, around 6 foot, muscled but not bulky.
icy blue eyes, He has long since sold his armor, now he wears a tunic of roughspun with his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, sack cloth pants,
with his sword belt holding them up (with no sword), folded cut worn leather boots, and his Iron axe slung at his side.
Biography: Verdemann is a vicious warrior, He pursues a life as a vagabond, living from town to town, he lives a life of no avail, surviving off of
mud crabs, and herbs most of the time. He dreams often of returning to skyrim, of drinking in its great mead halls, and partaking in particularly vicious
battles. He used to be a great raider, raiding small villages in the topal bay, he brought his longships up the corbol river, and made it all the
way up to the reed river, burning and pillaging the small villages along the way untill, one day an imperial legion bent on ending his reign of terror
ambushed him and his longships. He received an arrow throgh his shoulder, and was surely dead. His brethren where all dead, his ships burned, and
all his glory gone. He lie on the banks of the reed for some close to 4 days slipping in and out of conciousness, untill...he didn't know how it
happened but one day he found the strength to rise, and his wounds where healed, it was that day he forgot his raiding days and took up the new life
akatosh had given him.
No Under Svardet 'death by the sword'