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Ekkhart Dumont

Saxon Huskarl

0 · 561 views · located in Dark Age Europe

a character in “On Icy Shores”, as played by Midnightclub

Description

Full Name: Ekkhart Dumont
Title: Mr.
Nickname(s):

Sex: Male

Age(and how old they look): Late 30's Stress adds age, giving him the look of a man ten years older.

Orientation/Sexual preference: Heterosexual

Height: 5'8''
Weight: 180 lbs
Age: 26


Eye color(s): Brown


Body build(slim, muscular, etc.): Muscular, scarred.
Body abnormalities(Cleft lip etc.): None


Hair color(s): Dark brown/black
Hair length: Short

Complexion: Light skinned
Patterns/designs(on skin/fur and where they are, such as a zebra stripe pattern):
Scars: There are long shallow scars along his back, marks of past abuse as well as several in many places on his body that point towards his surviving several battles.
Birthmarks(and what they are/were): none
Tattoos(what they are and where): none
Piercings(what they are and where): none

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Mental state: He suffers from mild paranoia and anxiety that drives him to be vigilant and wary at all times. It also causes extreme distrust of strangers.
Personality snapshot: Anyone who observed Ekkhart for any length of time would see a quiet, honest man. He is rarely friendly but often kind, especially towards women and children, but he treats other men with distrust hidden behind the mask of a gruff veteran of many battles. At night he throws his clothes haphazardly into a corner but spends time caring for his weapons and armor. He bars his door and shutters his windows, he rarely sleeps the full night.
(optional)In depth personality: WIP
Most prominent personality trait: Honesty
Best traits of their personality: Kind nature
Worst traits of their personality: Inability to trust

Current faith(religion): None
Current superstitions/quirks: When making a promise, entering a doorway, or talking of the future, he has been known to tap his shield or the nearest wooden wall with his fist.

Alignment(good, evil, etc.) In so much as any man can be good or evil, he does his best to do what he believes is right.

Marital status(Single, married, dating, etc.):Single

Occupation: Housecarl/retainer

Special skills(Not meaning powers): Weapon training in longsword, danish axe, and spear as well as fighting with shield and weapon and troop formations. He also knows a bit of farming and woodwork.
Hobbies: He enjoys hearing stories, wrestling, and on occasion, drinking.

So begins...

Ekkhart Dumont's Story

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Lady Arlette Character Portrait: Gunnar Eriksson Character Portrait: Brynjar Witch-Breaker Character Portrait: Kotah Character Portrait: Aethelstan of Lincoln Character Portrait: Ekkhart Dumont
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Stormy seas and frozen fields greet the start of our story. It is February, not long since the death of Charles the Great, and Europe lies in turmoil. The sons of the dead emperor tear at the spoils left behind, leaving the back door to their kingdoms unguarded. Saxon England, reeling from another summer of raids by the Vikings, turns upon itself, the rising power of Wessex challenging the older kingdoms of Mercia and Northumbria. Across the North Sea the Norsemen of Scandinavia winter their longships in triumph. Yet another successful year. However, power struggles at home leave the Vikings in need of yet more wealth.

It is in this time of chaos and violence that out story begins in two very different places; Winchester, the capital of the kingdom of Wessex, and Uppsala, the principal holy site of the Norse faith in Svithjod. Our characters are as of yet unawares of the great task they will be called upon to achieve. They will face danger, death, and the fickle nature of gods and creatures old and forgotten. What is their task? Who can say, but that whoever completes it first will change the course of history forever.

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Two moons have passed since the Yule festival, but the land still cowers in the grip of winter. Snow lies heavy on the ground, and icy winds whistle through the dense forests around Uppsala. A place where no man rules. A place where the gods alone reign. The skies are heavy with rolling clouds, threatening another heavy snowfall, even as the winter light fades quickly. Wolves prowl these forests, their howls echoing across the hills and hidden valleys. Only the strong survive here. This is a land of warriors, chosen by the gods for glory and conquest.

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A small settlement lies along the river Mälaren, smoke rising from a few crouching huts. The only sounds as the long dark approaches are the occasional bark of a dog, and the crunching snow as some of the people move about the buildings. The huts themselves are simple wooden affairs, aged and insulated with sod. One structure stands taller than the rest, a small hall, from which the sounds of singing can be heard. Though not as grand as some other halls, this one appears homely. Going down to the shoreline, a small dock pushes out into the icy waters of the Mälaren. A few fishing boats have been dragged up onto the bank, and two longships sit tied to the dock, their dragon-headed prows silent and imposing in the gathering dark. Just outside the main village, there is a ring of standing stones. Some of these stones are carved with intricate runes, telling tales of warriors long dead, and gods long distant from the realms of men. More stones lead away from the circle, and along a well-beaten track into the forest.

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High above the river and the settlement, sits the ancient temple of Uppsala. In all the world, no other place can bring someone closer to the gods. The forest around the temple is eerily quiet, and approaching the temple is in itself a task, as you always feel as if you are being watched by unseen eyes. Tokens, and offerings to the gods litter the trees, some as simple as wicker symbols, some forming small piles of bones. Even as the more grisly offerings are covered in a layer of snow, the empty sockets of skulls still bear an oppressive quality to any prospective worshiper. The temple itself is a tall, wooden structure, its eaves decorated with images of the gods. Small braziers flicker outside the doors, the flames flickering in the cold wind. Inside the temple the light is dim, the interior lit only with a multitude of candles. Statues of the gods loom out of the shadows, in places with solitary worshippers knelt in front of them. A woman, her flaxen hair in two long braids, kneels in front of a statue of Freyja, her belly showing the early signs of pregnancy even through her cloak and furs. An old man stands before a statue of Odin, his once strong hands shaking as he holds them raised to the heavens.

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High above the waters of the English channel, sits a great, stone-walled town. Above the wall can be seen the tower of a cathedral, and myriad rooftops made of everything from thatch to tiles. The ruins of some ancient Roman buildings are evident outside the wall, and the great stone roads leading to and from the gates are obviously from the same time. The guards on the walls huddle round braziers, as cruel winter winds whip along the ramparts. As night closes in the gates are sealed, great wooden cross-beams laid in place to hold them shut. But despite this the town is still lively. Many people go about the streets, and light spills onto the muddy streets from houses and taverns. The sounds of a busy town fill the air, but louder than most is the sound of blacksmiths’ hammers. Working hard into the night, the smiths labour to produce hundreds of swords, and the heads of spears. Wessex is preparing for war.

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Close to the center of town is the palace, home to the kings of Wessex. Once a Roman villa, the palace has been expended by generations of Saxon kings, though the hypocaust remains intact. The halls are richly decked out with tapestries and oak furniture, carpets and furs covering the stone floors. In the main hall, a throne sits on a raised dais, looking down across two long tables leading to the main door. A group of housecarls sits drinking at one of the tables, their conversation often interrupted with raucous laughter. Fires burn brightly in the fireplaces dotted around the palace, and servants scurry along the corridors. In a chapel, attached to the royal chambers, a richly dressed man kneels before an ornate altar. King Egbert prays for guidance. His recent wars against the Welsh have seen Wessex soar in prominence and wealth, but now he faces opposition from the king of Mercia, the largest landholder in England.

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