I already posted this on the Sun Creed Covenants, but I'll share here too. I love the stories of all of your characters!
Character name: Balthjorn Frostwind
Covenant/Affiliation: Sun Creed, Heirs to the Sun, Blades of the Night, Blue Sentinels
Birthplace/Home country: Skaldjor - Frozen Lands north of Drangleic, across the most Northern Ocean.
Appearance: 7'6", roughly 400lbs, Pale Skinned, Immensily muscular with a body hardened by the harsh conditions of his homeland and upbrining in the far North Lands. Long black hair braided and tied behind his head with the sides shaved (long braided male hair in DS2), his clans light black war point striped across the left side of his face, pale green eyes, a strong chiseled jaw line, no facial hair. In battle he wears the following items - Black leather and Steel studded kilt (DS2 King's Leggings), Black leather gauntlets and boots with black steel plating (DS2 King's Gauntlets and Boots), and one of 2 helms, A black steel helm, fashioned to give the appearance of a Minotaur (DS2 Minotaur Helm), or the Horned Helm, as was the tradition of the Warriors of his kind (Gyrm Helm). His weapons of choice, a Giant Mace called Hjal'gor, fashioned from a thick branch from the strongest pines found in the North, the handle etched with symbols and markings and blessed by the tribes Druid Shaman, the Mace Head itself a replica of the tribes Hero God's Smithing Anvil, Leidolfr, marked with symbols and runes giving the weapon the blessing of lightning (DS2 Gyrm Hammer) and a Drakekeeper's Round Sheild, gifted to his father, Fyjordvik the Bear of the North, War Chief of the Skaldjorn, when he visted the Dragon Shrine at a young age, before the Drakekeeper became corrupted by the Dark.
“Balthjorn Frostwind… Son of Fyjordvik, Bane of Dragons, Ice Walker. Is that who I am, really? I cannot… I cannot remember. Such prestigious title, but no memory of any of the deeds… Who am I, really?”
“I awoke to find my home in ruins… My tribe’s men and women dead… Their bodies scattered around the village, mutilated and disfigured… maimed and gored. What happened here, and why am I the only one left?”
“My hammer is still wet with the blood of my foes… was there a battle here… or… did I do this? IMPOSSIBLE! It can’t be!”
“I remember now… They came in the night… hallowed shells of men. We underestimated them. We thought them weak and cumbersome. They outnumbered us a hundred to one… but then they came.”
“The invaders, cloaked in red. They cowered behind the hallowed ranks, picking off my tribesmen as they fought to push back the undead force. I do not remember how many of Red Spawn there were… not many, but enough… and they were skilled, but cowards none the less. They wouldn’t dare fight us face to face… The vermin…”
“But how did I survive? Why me? There were others… six men cloaked in yellow… They helped us… They saved me… But where have they gone? Their bodies are not here amongst my people.”
In the distance he could hear it. Metal against metal. Sword against sword… Was there still a battle to be won? The great warrior picked up his Battle Hammer and ascended up the snowy mountain towards the distant battle. As he came to the peak he saw them… two of the men cloaked in Yellow battled eight of the Red Invaders… and they were losing. I could see the other four warriors Cloaked in Yellow… dead or dying. Their bodies lay motionless beneath the feet of their comrades battling for their lives.
“I am Balthjorn Frostwind. Son of Fyjordvik, Bane of Dragons, Ice Walker… Last of the Warriors from the North, the Skaldjorn…”
The Invaders in Red didn’t even notice the beast of a man approaching their backs, but the men Cloaked in Yellow did…
The Northman was a giant among giants… He towered over his brothers when they had fought beside him and now they would fight beside him again. He was a thing right from the tales of the North. The stories you told your children of the Giant men from the land of Ice and Snow… They would come down in the night in their long boats and plunder villages off the shores of the Great Northern Ocean.
He strode down towards them… His iron helm fashioned to look like that of the Minotaur … He wore one giant steel pauldron adorned with metal spikes on his left shoulder and a cloak of black fur across his back and right shoulder, surprisingly clad for one that lived in the Ice, his bare chest exposed, showing off his massive chest and muscular form. His Gauntlets were black leather with black steel platting. His boots of the same fashion and he wore a Black Leather Kilt, metal studs lining the outside. His Black Steel Round Shield that of the DrakeKeepers… and his Battle Hammer… That Battle Hammer… It looked as if someone shoved a giant ornate stick into a Smithing Anvil and secured it in place with massive chains. As barbaric a weapon ever seen, but its design was magnificent. It was crafted with care and pride. The Northmen were known for their Smithing prowess… among other things.
He marched in as one of the Red Invaders stepped back to mock the defending men Cloaked in Yellow. The Hammer came down and crushed the Invaders body into a pile of blood and gore. That caught the attention of the others. As two of the Invaders turned to face this new threat, the hammer came in again in a wide upward sweeping motion. The horn of the Anvil pierced the chest of its next victim, lifting him from his feet in a high arc, accented by the blood pouring from the wound as he made his way through the motion of the giants swing. A rainbow of blood if you will. The two Cloaked in Yellow wasted no time and capitalized on their big friend’s presence. They cut down two of the Invaders from behind, driving their swords into the backs of the Red Devils.
Now there were but four Invaders left… The two Cloaked in Yellow and the Northman circled the four Invaders. They were outnumbered but not afraid… They held every advantage now… They closed in on their pray like sharks. One Invader managed to slip out of the killing fray. He made his way up towards the mountain. The older of the two Warriors Cloaked in Yellow pulled a magnificent bow from his back and began to notch an arrow. The Northman put his hand on the Warriors shoulder.
“This one is mine”.
The Warrior looked into the eyes of the giant and knew then that the Northman meant to make the fleeing Invader pay for all he and his had done.
“I will not aim to kill, friend. Vengeance shall be yours” The Warrior Clocked in Yellow notched the arrow again and pulled back the string. The Warriors aim was as true as his promise. The arrow found its way through the right thigh of the coward Invader as he ran, pinning him in place.
They ascended the mountain to the invader. Balthjorn would know this day who they were and why they had come for his people. He faced the man Cloaked in Red. He smelled like s**t. No doubt he had either released his bowels when he was struck by the arrow, or when he saw the Northman come in from behind. He could sense his death was on the horizon.
Balthjorn removed his helm and looked deep into the eyes of the invader. The Northman’s long black hair braided and pulled back out of his face, the sides shaved down, black war paint striped across the right side of his face, and his eyes… pale green eyes.
He was handsome the Invader thought. He had expected anything but that before the man removed his monstrous Minotaur helm.
The invader grunted through gritted teeth, “You have the look of someone wanting answers… I can give you those answers… if you spare my life.”
Words of a coward Balthjorn thought, “Why?”
The two Cloaked in Yellow looked at one another… They knew the answer.
The Invader chuckled, “You f**ks are as guilty as we. Your people spent their lives destroying, r****g and pillaging anything that wasn’t Skaldjorn. We came for the blood, you stupid oaf. We knew the undead were at your door before you did, and so we followed. We-”
“Who are you to judge us!? By what right? You cowards…”
The Invader smiled wide, “We didn’t judge you… They did, and we followed them”, pointing towards the two Cloaked in Yellow, “THEY judged your people. They are our sworn enemy, but they always lead us to the best pray. The Brethren of Sunlight… The Sun Creed. They were scouting out your land for the Blades of the Night to invade…. We just happened to see an opportunity to destroy them and you with the help of those hallowed Undead already laying siege to your home. You stupid fu-”
The Northman had heard enough. He snapped the arrow and lifted the invader into the air by his throat with one hand. The invader kicked and fought to break the strangling grip of the giants’ hand. Balthjorn jammed his small dagger into the stomach of the struggling man. He dropped the dagger and slid his hand into the gut of the man and heaved with all his might. His giant arms corded with muscles like chiseled rock, he ripped the invader in half… Then he turned his attention to the two Sun Creed…
The men pulled forth their blades, but the Northman kneelt down before them, tears in his eyes.
“They were not all guilty, you know? The women, the children. Would you have condemned them to the same fate as me and mine?”
The older of the Brothers of Sunlight sheathed his sword and stepped forward, “We would have only killed those guilty. We are not butchers. We would have facilitated new lives for the women and children affected by the battle. They would have gone on to live long lives.”
Balthjorn looked up to the man, “I know what must be done and I will not fight you. I haven’t the strength to heave my hammer one more time. Please, give me a Warriors death… So that I might meet my people in the Halls of Vuldenjhall.”
The older Brother looked back to the other who nodded his agreement.
“You might have been guilty, but we would not be here if not for you. If given the opportunity would you fight by our side? Join our cause and help us to destroy the wicked? Invaders are evil beings, the kind that would kill those fighting to save us all from the Curse…. But there are Evils far greater… Far more menacing.”
The younger Brother chimed in for the first time, “Aside from all of that, I would like to see what you can do with that hammer against a real Giant. I think you might be able to give those big f****s a run for their coin.”
“What do you say?” Extending his hand out, “Are you with us? Will you join the Sun Creed and give your life to the Sun?”
“And I will be able to Hunt these wretched Invaders down?”
“We protect the Innocent and destroy the Guilty. By whatever means necessary.” Looking towards the two halves of the once Invader, “I am sure there are a few more of his kind that deserve the same fate.”
“Then I will join you… Brother. I will avenge my Tribe… The guilty and the innocent, they were all my family and I will live on in their names… For Skaldjor! For Vuldenjhall! For the Sun Creed!”
“Then rest, little big brother… for tomorrow we march to the Heide’s Tower of Flame. Our home. What is your name, little big brother?”
“Balthjorn Frostwind. Son of Fyjordvik, Bane of Dragons, Ice Walker, Last of the Warriors from the North, the Skaldjorn, Brother of Sunlight.”
“Quite the name” said the younger Brother, “Do tell us of your deeds.”
With a smile, “I suppose you want to hear about the Wyrm! That big b***h thought me a meal! Was she wrong!”
The men laughed and talked and exchanged stories through the night. They marched for the Tower at first Sunlight.
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