[BIO] Olaf

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This is still a work in progress, just puting it up here so I gotta get my lazy ass moving on this. Comments are welcome.

Name: Olaf son of Sten

Appearance:

Olaf stands at 12.9 feet with a large blond beard. His eyes are dark blue. His hair is blond. He have a very muscular body from hours or working and fighting and he have several tattoos, among the most noticeable are:
A snake with it's head at his wrist and then winds up over his right arm untill it's tail meets his shoulder.
On his left arm he have a large rune assembling a turtle, supposed to grant the wearer protection in battle.
On his chest he have a large tattoo that looks like a great dragon.
A long scar stretches from the button of his neck down over his back.

Armor:

He wears a chain mail and on top of that he wears plate gloves, a majestic pair of plate shoulders and a pair of steel boots that reach up allmost to his knees. The armor leaves his strong arms bared. Over his blond hair he wears what at first can be mistaken as a simple plate helmet. But it's designed to reflect swings towards his head, the helm have a visir reaching down to his nose and only have to holes for his eyes. A piece of chain mail hangs down from the helmet covering the sides of his throat and his neck.
Arsenal:
Olaf have quite an extensive arsenal of weapons. A two handed axe with a shaft on 2 meter only on axe head on it, A one handed axe with double axe heads, the one on the back being a bit smaller, A large round shield hangs on his back when he's not in danger (used together with the one handed axe or spear) A spear with a length of 3.2 meter giving him a wide area to attack with it also gives him the advantage of keeping his enemies at a comfortable range. 3 small throwing axes for distance attacks.
The long axe and the spear he got strapped on his back under the shield, the one handed axe hangs from his waist and the three throwing axes with 40 cm long shafts hangs on as well around his waist. The one handed axe hangs on his left side so he can easily reach it with his right hand and the throwing axes hangs mostly on his right side.
The shield is made if tree reinforced with metal bands going around it. The shield is round with a diameter of 150 cm, it don't got any straps binding it to his arm so he can block strikes without the danger of his arm snapping from the force of it.

Persenality:

Olaf values Loyality over all. He is generaly calm and patient but do not respond well on insults, to himself or his king. He consider his "kings" honor to be his own so he will do most things to protect or serve his king.
He lacks ambitions regarding himself and dedicates himself fully to his king.

Strength:

Olaf is a skilled fighter with spear and axes, he have a high pain tolerance and will keep going untill hes either knocked out cold or dead.

Weakness:

Little regards for his own wellbeing, a stubborness regarding orders and honor that don't allow himself to step down from conflicts.

History:

In a cottage with dampened lights stands a group of Vyrkul's, they stand around a female who is lieing in a large bed covered with animal furs. The female suddenly lets out a cry of pain and the sweat is flowing from her body. An elderly Vyrkul female is leaning over the her, tightly holding her and as she comforts her. A sharp scream is let out from the female Vyrkul in the bed before she collapse, Another elderly Vyrkul is standing at the end of the bed holding her hands between the females opened legs. Another cry is let out, but no longer from the Vyrkul in the bed. The second elderly Vyrkul raises a baby up into the air above her with happiness she announces "A healthy boy!" The room is filled with cheers as she hands over the baby to a large male Vyrkul. He holds the child in his arms inspecting it before he lifts the boy up closer to his own face and whispers "Your name shall be Olaf"

Olaf's father and mother, Sten and Mirr lived in a small Vyrkul village. Their they had shelter and food, Sten was a well respected and strong warrior while Mirr was an amazing baker. They took good care of Olaf letting him roam and play as he wished. Nothing significant happened during his first years but after that Olaf had passes his ninth winter it was Sten's duty to make his son undergo the first test to becoming a Vyrkul.

Olaf was sitting and playing with a wooden man near the fireplace when he suddenly felt his fathers strong hand grip around his neck. Olaf tried to struggled against his fathers iron grip. Scratching and biting him as he was dragged towards the front door. His father held Olaf up in front of him as he opened the door "It's good to see you fight Olaf, survive the night and prove your of Vyrkul blood" Without any further notice he threw Olaf out through the door and closed it after. As Olaf's body started to feel the cold fingers of winter creep across his skin despair and fear filled his heart. A long plea to his parents followed by his hands smashing against the hard wooden door, no answer was given to the young boy and as he felt his toes begin to numb he sank down to his knees and a low sobbing sound emitted from him. His hands hurt from the banging and he was afraid for the darkness and to be left all alone out here, with only the cold as company. After awhile he got back up on his feet and stumbled away out into the night, a light snowing begun. He felt how his tears freeze on his cheeks, a sudden rush of blood flowed to his face as he dried them away with his sleeve.
Olaf walked for what seemed hours, past houses over fields and through forests. He took little notice of these as he fought to stay awake and keep moving, eventually all his energy was spent and he was shaking uncontrolable from the cold. As his legs went completely limb he fell down into the snow with his face first. In the distance he could see the sky glowing up in a red light.
The next day as Sten unlocked the large wooden door he was nervous about his son, this was a very dangerous test for a young Vyrkul and Olaf was younger then what was usual. Sten quickly assured himself that he had not been any older when he was thrown to the cold. But as he looked around the entrance of his house he couldn't see the boy, first now Sten noticed the layer of new fallen snow. "Olaf!" He cried out but received no answer. The snow made it impossible for Sten to find any tracks after his boy and a nasty thought in the back of his head started to grow and quickly devoured all reason from his mind as he rushed through the snow making large foot prints in his wake as snow swirled behind him.
Hours later Sten returned back to his house, with his head hanging he opened the door. He was greeted with a blow that made it ring in his ears. His wife Mirr was standing in front of him, and soon a stream of lecturing with a few well choosen curses from his wife took over the ringing sound in his hears. With a sharp voice Sten interrupted her and asked if Olaf was here. Sten was relived as she answered that she had found him behind the house frozen half to death. Sten rushed past his wife and into Olaf's room where he found the boy sleeping under what seemed like every blanket in the house. Quietly and shameful he closed in on the bed. looking down on Olaf's face, which was pale as snow. His hand brushed over the boys forehead as he leaned down and whispered. "You scared me little one, but you are truly a strong one. I am certain that you will perform deeds that shall be sung for eons"
As Sten left the room Olaf carefully opened his eyes, even though the sticking pain from his limps getting warm a smile played on his lips.

Olaf lay in bed for two weeks before Mirr reluctant let him get up, his father was quick to put him back into the usual work except that now he took the boy away to the edge of the forest every evening to train with weapons. His body had been formed by the elements, now it was time to for it be formed by steel.

Olaf had allways enjoyed hunting, to sit out in the wild simply waiting. Waiting for the moment to strike against his prey. Olaf felt a strange calm when ever he was out alone in the wild. So he was thrilled as his father said one morning that they where going away for a trip towards the mountains in the north. Olaf had never before been that far from home, so it was with a child's enthusiasm that he threw together a spare set of cloth and followed his father through the door. For four days Olaf and Sten traveled towards the north, Sten giving his son lectures during the journey. Olaf was like a sponge when it came to his fathers words, taking in every little detail of his stories and every word of how a Vyrkul should live and act according to his father.
When they reached the mountain range his father explained that it was about time that Olaf got himself a strong bear for a mount and that it was a tradition for his village that they should acquire their first mount themself. At dawn Olaf set out to find himself a bear. It didn't take long untill he reached a small river at which a medium sized bear was drinking from the fresh water. Olaf sneaked forward, quitely climbing up into a lone tree standing a bit down stream from the bear. Yet it seemed as if it hadn't taken notice of his presence. Still drinking of the cold mountain water. The bear suddenly tilted it's head up sniffing in the air. Olaf felt how his right hand started to tremble, from fear or nervousity he did not know. He clenched his fingers around the tree branch he was sitting on as the bear started moving down stream towards his location. From his back he pulled out a chain, he had been given the chain this morning by his father. The chain made a rattling noise and the bear stopped right under him. He took a deep breath before he leept off the branch landing hard on the bear. With a quick motion he swinged the chain around the bears throat grabbing the both ends with his hands and pulled for all his might. The bear startled by the sudden attack raised itself on it's giant back legs attempting to throw off Olaf. Olaf barely managed to remain on the bear, Olaf pulled himself closely to the bear and started to whisper calmly to it. "My name is Olaf son of Sten, I seek you no harm. I wish to befriend you great bear" For several minutes he kept repeating those words as he fought to stay on top of the bear. Finally the bear seemed to calm down and settle into it's new role. "Good boy, good boy" He patted the bear gently. "Come, lets head back" He used his feet to steer the bear into the right direction. More training was to follow to make the bear into a suitable mount and companion, Olaf named the bear Baltram.

One day on Olaf's 16th winter his father came to him and said they where gonna take a trip. Both of them sat up on their bears and headed out towards the great forest that lied a few kilometers away from the village.
After traveling on the bears for more then an hour into the dark forest his father stopped and dismounted. Olaf quickly followed and joined his father as he walked on foot a bit further. His father stopped in a small clearing turning to his son, his face reviled nothing. "If it comes to it, remember this. Our deaths are determined by ourself, fight to the last or give up. It's all up to us" With a quick hand gesture Sten showed Olaf to keep walking. Olaf sent a confused gaze back towards his father as he kept going. Shortly he spotted two large wooden walls, with iron spikes on the top. Carefully he walked in between the two walls, The small tunnel went on for about 50 meters before opening up. As he walked forward towards the opening he felt that the way was slightly leaning downwards.
As Olaf emerged from the walkway he was faced with a large open area surrounded by the same kind of wooden wall, but on the wall there was now standing other of his kin. He looked around it and found his father, Sten stood as the others with cold hardened faces showing no compassion or cheerfulness with his son.
Harald, The chieftain of Olaf's village suddenly appeared on a higher platform then what the rest was standing on. "Brothers! We have gathered here for Olaf son of Sten Ascending! Today he shall perform the final test! If he succeeds we shall drink in his glory! If he fails we shall drink for his memory! Bring in the troll!"
From the other side of the large arena a large wooden gate was opened, out from it a full grown troll emerged. "The one who survives earns his freedom!" Without any further notice two Vyrkul's next to Harald threw down two axes that landed close to each other in the middle of the arena. Olaf's inner was bubbling with fear and panic as he understood what he was supposed to do, but still he remained the calm that his father always had insisted was necessary for a Vyrkul. The troll show Olaf a grin but seemed a bit confused by the fact the boy didn't seem afraid or even the slightest nervous.
Suddenly with a long leap Olaf started running towards the axes. He took aim for the closest axe but when he was within range for it he heard a sudden swishing noise and out of reflex threw himself towards the right, barely avoiding the axe swing. The troll had been alot of faster then him and had already picked up the other axe. The troll stood over him and let out a laugh <Yah die naw!> Olaf saw how the troll raised his axe and with all his strength he kicked towards the trolls knee, the troll let out a roar of pain as he went down. Olaf crawled over towards the axe, his fingers closed around the strong axe handle. This was a feeling Olaf enjoyed, the strive wood against his skin the weight of it's steel head. Olaf rolled around so he lay on his back and spotted the troll who had gotten up and was once more swinging the axe towards his head. Olaf raised his own axe and the two heads meet, shooting sparks in all directions. Olaf felt the trolls strength through the blow that made his arms shake, suddenly the troll kicked Olaf in between his legs. Even though the incredible pain he somehow was able to hold against the troll.
The troll had no finess with the axe and was just using it more as a club then an axe. Olaf angled his axe so that the trolls slipped down into the ground on Olafs left side. He quickly rolled towards the opposite direction and got back up on his feet as the troll drew the axe from the ground.
Olaf and the troll stood and watched each other for a couple of seconds, nothing could be heard around them It was as if there was no one else there.
The troll let out a bestial roar and charged forth swinging the axe as a club towards Olaf's head. Olaf quickly stepped back but the troll attacked once more with an increased ferocity, Olaf was being pushed back further for every attack from the troll. Suddenly as another of the trolls reckless swings missed Olaf he stopped, suddenly taking a step forwards standing right intill the troll. The troll hesitated as he was surprised by the Vyrkuls action, the troll towered up above Olaf with his height. But neither one of them could use their weapons at this close range and the trolls hesitation gave Olaf just what he needed, with all his force he smashed his own head into the trolls diaphragm knocking the air out of him. As the troll stumped backwards trying to regain his breath Olaf was holding his hands over his head to stop the spinning.
As the sight cleared for Olaf he saw the troll was still out of balance and charged forward, his nervousity and eagerness made him sloppy and his swing with the axe only made a shallow wound in the trolls muscular chest. This still made the troll screamed in pain, the troll swinged his free arm and smacked Olaf right over his left eye brown. The force made Olaf stumble back As Olaf stumbled backwards his right heel meet a small rock, this was enough to ruin the little balance he still had. As he fell he twisted his body around and reached out with his arms in an effort to dampen the fall, his attempted served little use as his face smashed down into the groumd. Dazed he tried to get back up, holding himself up with his arms. Black spots was playing across his field of vision. As he was trig to get up his left arm suddenly gave up and made him slide a bit futher down again. Just as he did he heard a familiar swishing sound, the axe blade tore through his simple leather vest and cut into his back. Olaf screamed as the blade tore through his flesh from his neck down almost all the way to his waist. He heard a laugh from above him, he heard a duns from when the axe hit the ground a meter in front of him. He felt how a strong hand gripped his hair, raising it up above the ground, just to smash it down again. This motion was repeated several times over, the pain had numbed his whole face. He heard how the troll now rose from his crouching position next to Olaf, suddenly a swift kick hit Olaf in his ribs. A low cracking sound reached Olaf's ears, Olafs thoughts raced through his head as he gasped for air. 'God it hurts! Is this how it ends, lieing in a pool of your own blood waiting for your opponent to finish you off?' Olafs vision became more and more blurry, suddenly he heard a voice speak inside his head. "Our deaths are determined by ourself, fight to the last or give up. It's all up to us" His fathers words echoing through his mind. Quietly Olaf whispered to himself. " I choose to live and die as a Vyrkul"
As the next kick from the troll was about to land Olaf rolled over taking it in his stomach, but at the same time grabbing the trolls foot with his arms.

As the troll was unable to get lose from Olaf's grip he threw himself over the smaller Olaf. The troll sat up on him and started to hit Olaf repeatable times, as Olaf raised his hands to cover his face the troll shifted and started hitting him on the chest.
Somehow Olafs hands got a hold off the trolls right wrist and twisted it as hard he could, he heard a loud snapping sound and the troll screamed to the top of his lungs from the pain. The troll took his right hand with his left in an attempt to soothe the pain, Olaf reached up and took a hold of the trolls tusk. The troll tried to get loose and pulled his head away, leaving his throat free. With his left arm Olaf hits the troll straight on its throat, all that he hears from the troll is a gurgling sound. He pushed the troll off him and got up, slowly he walked away towards his axe. As he lifted the axe from the ground that familiar feeling of security returned. He turned and saw the troll sitting up on his knees, the troll tried to say something but what came out didn't resemble any word. As Olaf closed in on the troll he became awear of his own pains, he was bleeding from his eye brown and the blood was blurring his vision on the right, his nose was broken and every breath sent shocks of pain through his body. Without thinking he raised the axe above his head and it slowly fell down towards the trolls neck in a sweeping motion. Olaf felt how the axe head tore through flesh and smashed into bone, he didn't have the strength to cut through on one swing so he ripped it out and once more stroke down. This time the axe went through and the trolls head flew through the air for a short distance before landing on the ground. Olaf turned around and spotted his father standing near Harald, a small smile playing on his lips.
Harald raised his arms into the air, no one from the audience had made a sound during the whole battle. Harald spoke with a dark and powerful voice.
"Today my brothers we welcome Olaf son of Sten, for today he have become a true Vyrkul! By blood and steel our people are forged, from this day on you Olaf is a warrior of Silvirheim. You have earned the right to call yourself Vyrkul and carry weapons and armor, to uphold your honor and serve our great king! Hail to King Ymiron!"
The whole audience yelled as one "Hail to king Ymiron!" and with force pounded their right clenched fist against their hearts. Olaf joined in with them.
That night they did not leave the forest, drinks and food had been prepared before hand and was now being enjoyed while singing and laughter was spread through the dampened forest. During the fest Olaf's father took him aside, from a backpack that was strapped to his bear he took forth a large chain mail armor and handed it to Olaf. "This was your grandfathers, may it guard you as it guarded him" He gave Olaf a big smile before he embraced his son in a hug. "I knew you would survive even that troll, our family is full of survivors" He whispered to his son before he ended the hug. Even with the damped light Olaf could spot tears in his fathers eyes. Olaf could not remember much else from that day but he remembered how joyful the mood had been, something that was not usual among the hardened and cold Vyrkul.
The next morning everything went back to normal for Olaf, many of the younger boys asked what the challenged had been about. But there was one of the children who never asked him about it, that person was Thorulf. Thorulf was the son to Harald and was one year younger then Olaf, but was by far superior with fighting. Olaf had like his father found his purpose in servitude to Haralds family, Thorulf had inherited his father short but muscular stature, black hair and blue eyes. Olaf and him had become friends at a very young age. Even after Thorulf had completed his own challenge neither of them spoke of it.
At the age of 20 Olaf had outgrown his father. During this year his mother Mirr passed away, her body had been according traditions cremated with a couple of selected items from their home. Among those was her key chain, her best set of cloth, farm animals and jewelry. During the whole funeral neither Olaf or his father shed a tear but Olaf could hear at night how hos father cried.
But not everything was sorrow during this year, Olaf befriended a Sweet female Vyrkul from a neighboring village. Her name was Inga, she was strong and beautiful. Olaf's father had always said that if a Vyrkul female was obedient her children would be weaklings, and Inga was far from an easy tamed animal. Just the questions about where they would settle down raged for several days and coasted alot of ruined furniture. Olaf was eventually forced to give in and move to Inga's village if they ever where to build a house.
Even though Olaf now lived in a new village he did nothing to hide that he was still a warrior for Harald, the people accepted this after little problem.

When Olaf had lived through 26 winters a call was sent out by the king of all Vyrkul, Ymiron. He called his people for the task of building the mightiest fortress ever and the seat of Ymiron himself. Utgarde keep. Olaf among others answered this call and traveled to the site of this giant fortress. Inga and Olaf had not yet been able to produce a child, the fact that he was leaving now made his wife angry and frustrated. But the urge to serve his king was stronger then the bound to his wife.
As Olaf rode Baltrom over a hill he spotted something unbelievable, before him he saw thousands and thousands Vyrkul. Olaf had never seen so many of his people in one location. Already had a large city of tents been made, but several long houses was under construction. As Olaf closed the outskirts of this huge camp a Vyrkul stood on a pedestal, he was shouting orders to the newcomers. All was to form a line and continue next by the pedestal to a female Vyrkul who sat with a large book taking their names and directing them to where they should go.
Olaf quickly understood that there was an order in this chaotic camp, the camp was divided into sections. Every section consisted of 200 Vyrkuls, each section was named after its supervisor. Olaf belonged to section Gunnar. Gunnar was a muscular and commanding person, He lead by example and gladly showed people how far he really expected them to go. Gunnar's section was working on building long houses so that all could stop living in the tents.
After several months a large city had expanded over the area and the foundation the Utgarde had almost been finished, the city swallowed a huge amount of resources everyday and there was a febrile work to make sure everything was taken to the right place. The queen herself had taken an interest into this matter.
Olaf had stumbled on his friend Thorulf one day, learning that he and his father was there working as well. Harald had been put in charge of a section even.
Several years passed as the castle slowly grew, tournaments and competitions was organized daily but it was still hard to control the Vyrkul blood. Vyrkul's was warriors not builders. An opportunity was suddenly given to King Ymiron, a chance to let his people fight. Several villages in the outskirts of Vyrkul territory had been attacked by trolls.
The Vyrkul army was set on march within a day excited and bloodthirsty. The time at Utgarde had made Ymirons army into masters of logistics and organization. It was with pride Olaf saw how his people had become even more deadly war machine.
They shortly reached the outskirts of Vyrkul domain and had a few minor battles, but the troll force retreated before the large horde of Vyrkul. With this mighty forces Ymiron had to choose between going back to Utgarde or to push far into troll land in revenge. He decided to not start a full out war with the trolls and left a small garrison in the villages at the border. Most of his army did not like this but obeyed their kings command.
Olaf's wife Inga had traveled to Utgarde keep and now lived with him in the city that had been formed around it. After many tries Inga finally became pregnant. But during those months something strange happened among the Vyrkul's some of the children that was born was degenerate, King Ymiron proclaimed that the gods had abandon them and that it was their duty to keep their race pure. All of these weak pathetic creatures was to be put to the sword. Olaf was anxiety but also nervous as his wife neared the time for birth.
When the day came Olaf could not bring himself to be inside the house as his wife gave birth. He sat at the door waiting, not even moving the slightest. A the door opened and the elderly Vyrkul who had helped his wife emerged one look at her face was all that Olaf needed to see, in order to understand. With a heavy voice he spoke. "Bring it out to me" The female Vyrkul hesitated and Olaf raised his voice and shouted "NOW!" The female stepped back inside the house and he heard how his wife screamed out. As the elderly Vyrkul once again emerged now holding a small child he heard his wife's pleas from inside the house.
He took the child from the Elder and held it in the light, it had brighter skin and seemed so feble, it seemed so different... Alien from his own kin. With a quick motion he threw it on the ground and grabbed his axe in two hands. Raising the axe to the skies and then letting it swing through the air and split the child in half. The child made no sound as it died. As Olaf looked up he saw his wife standing in the doorway, leaning on it. She had tears flowing from her eyes and said with a broken voice. "Why..." Olaf's face showed no compassion or sadness with a cold voice he said. "Tears are a sign of weakness and Vyrkul's have no weakness, wipe those away before anyone sees you" Olaf simply blocked out what Inga yelled after him as he walked away.
The mood in his house was completely changed, his wife did not speak to him anymore. Two weeks after his wife's birth of the defective child Olaf entered his house to find Inga dead on the floor with her wrists cut open.
Once more Olaf put a female that he had loved on the fire. Even though she had died a dishonorable death Olaf insisted that she was given a proper burial, it was the least he could do for his beloved.
He now came to dedicate himself to building and fighting, nothing else existed for him.
Finally one day Utgarde keep was finished, all Vyrkul's that had worked on it gathered before it to enjoy the sight of the mighty fortress. A large pedestal had been made at which now King Ymiron stood and held a speech for his people. "We have built this fortress as a testament to the Vyrkul's unrivaled power! We don't need the gods, for we are supreme in this world! As you have made this to protect against stone, fire and blood now shall the Rune masters protect it against vile hostile magic!" As he spoke the great sea of Vyrkul's opened up and Olaf saw a long line of both female and male Vyrkul's wearing large robes walking towards the fortress. Rune apprentices was a common sight among his people but to become a Rune master took both many years and great skill, to have so many Rune masters at one place was some amazing. As they reached the pedestal they bowed before King Ymiron. Suddenly Thorulf who had stood beside Olaf cried out "Hail to King Ymiron!" This single voice was joined by thousands of others. Olaf felt the rhythm as they all shouted and slammed their weapons to their shields. It was like nothing Olaf had ever experienced. For the better part of an hour they kept it up until all was exhausted, it was a glorious day.
Life moved on, only a few of the Vyrkul's that had now lived at Utgarde for many years left. They had moved their whole life's to this very spot so now they saw little reason in leaving. The city was buzzling and still expanding as the years passed. Olaf still hadn't found a new wife, he devoted himself to serve his friends father Harald who had quickly risen in ranks among the Vyrkul's and now held the position of general.

Olaf was standing on one of Utgardes great walls, the mild wind stroke his face as it passed by. The view was something not of this world, Olaf was still amazed how big this fortress had actually become. A small group of Vyrkuls was sitting behind him, they where making allot of noise as they drank and played a game with bones and wooden squares with runes on. One of them shouted to Olaf "Join us Olaf, if any even tries to reach Utgarde we would know about it days before it became a threat" Olaf didn't turn around to answer his fellow soldier "Weather it's a real threat or not doesn't matter, orders are orders no matter what" His voice was cold. The other Vyrkul was just about to respond as the game pieaces suddenly shook and tipped over. The soldiers looked down on them with a confused look on their faces. In the distance Olaf suddenly heard In the distance Olaf heard a rumbling sound, just as thunder but no dark clouds could be seen anywhere on the sky. The sound increased as did the shakes, suddenly the earth let out a loud lamentation and it shattered. Before Olafs eyes the earth opened up, the crack spread through fields, hills and even into the city below. Its wideth growing larger and larger, half the city was engulfed by the crack. Suddenly it all stopped silence lay down on the land, with wide spread eyes Olaf starred down on the destruction. The crack had halted just before Utgarde as if not even this devastation could harm it. All the Vyrkul was now standing next to him as well looking down on the chaos beneth. "This can only be the punishment from the gods!" One of them shouted out, Olaf noticed tears seeping down the soldiers cheeks. With a cold unemotional voice Olaf responded "The gods left us a long time ago, disasters happen" "Look! The sea!" Another Vyrkul abruptly shouted. In over the land a great tidal wave swept, it destroyed everything in it's way. Forests, hills buildings nothing was spared. But as the great wave smashed against Utgarde and it stopped.
As the days passed no more quakes or waves came over them, but the earth itselfed seemed changed. Utgarde had managed to survive most of the damage, but the newly created ravine that had been created at its doorstep. Most of the water had found its way down and created a mighty river.

Yet even as the world shattered some kind of normality fell onto the Vyrkuls, as the water retreated work started on rebuilding. The land had changed great, Olaf was never able to find out what had happened to his father.

Days turned into weeks, weeks turned into months and months turned into years. One day as Olaf woke up in his chaimbers by a heavy knocking on his door. Dazed he stumbled up and opened the door. On the other side of the door stood Harald. He invited himself as soon as Olaf opened the door, what followed made little sense to Olaf but Harald told him that the king had issued orders that the Vyrkul's where to go into a stasis. Harald knew just as little as Olaf for what reasons but orders where orders.



As Olaf lay down into the tube like stasis chamber he felt his eyelids grow heavy and before he knew it there was only darkness around him. Time had little meaning in the sleep and the years flew by as he slept.

Olaf spotted a sudden flashing light only for a second it was there before vanishing once more. It flashed once more, this time brighter and longer. Suddenly he felt something that he hadn't felt in such a long time, air. His lungs felt the sweet air. His eyes opened up reveling a blurry vision of a Vyrkul standing in front of him. A helping hand reached down to him and pulled him out from the stasis chamber. Soon his sight cleared and he saw Harald standing in front of him smiling.

Olaf was one of the last to be awoken, much had happened in the world during their thousand year sleep. King Ymiron had joined with the Death god in return the Vyrkul people was granted immortaility if they served well. The pathetic creatures that had been born from the Vyrkul race had somehow survived and had flourished. And as a final insult towards the Vyrkul's they had dared to came to the shores of Vyrkul land.

Out from Utgarde the Vyrkul's swarmed down opon their enemies, reclaiming their land and coming in direct combat all over Howling Fjord against both the Horde and the Alliance. For the better part of a year the battles raged, but eventully the combined strength of the Horde and Alliance forced the Vyrkul's on the retreat. The Alliance breached into the sacred fortress of Utgarde keep and there killed King Ymiron. The Vyrkul's outraged by this fought with an unmatched fury and pushed the Alliance out of Utgarde. The greater part of the Vyrkul's where locked inside of Utgarde launching small raids against their enemies but after the fall of King Ymiron. Still they remained loyal and sent some of their strongest fighters to Icecrown to serve their Death god. The two remaining generals of King Ymiron quickly grew forth as possible successor for King Ymiron, it was Harald and a Vyrkul named Sven. Tension grew between these two as time progressed but neither could make a move as long as they still served the Lich King.
When the news of the Lich Kings demise Harald acted immidetly, sending Olaf to kill Sven. With one swift move Harald proclaimed himself King of the Vyrkul's.

As the cataclysm hit the world both the Alliance and the Horde withdrew most of their forces from Howling Fjord, giving King Harald a chance to regain some of their lost territory.

But as time progressed King Harald started to see threats everywhere, both imagined and real ones. Olaf and King Haralds persenal guard soon became a death squadron, Killing of everyone that King Harald considered dangerous against the Throne.

But soon even King Haralds own guard rebelled against him, Olaf remained loyal to his king and was ambushed by his former friends in a hallway. Deadly wounded by a sword that had penetrated his chest he stumbled out on one of the walls of Utgarde, blood dripping behind him as his comrades came out behind him. He could hear screaming coming inside the keep. Wounded as he was Olaf was unable to put up a worthy fight against his comrades and was pushed over the edge, falling down landing hard in the water.

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I did just rush the work on this to finish it, will be going back later to change and rewrite stuff especially the end part. Would love comments and suggestions on how to improve it.

Allso Terin where you still interested in becoming Olaf's new master?

[pateuvasiliu]

The first Vrykul BIO I've seen in a while, nice..

I wanted to create one myself but now I'll be accused of copyrighting