Jarl Darvil my older brother took over after our father died to sickness I could have taken it for myself my honor and battle experience could have not only won me favor with the people, but if it had come to combat my brother would have lost. However leading was never something I wanted. I sought to honor our gods through combat and combat alone for they had given me the strength and power to slay all of our enemies.
Oh did I forget to mention? All of this happened centuries ago when Vikings were still around. Not only around but flourishing.
During battle I could feel the power of the gods running through my veins bringing me more strength than any mortal man should have. Through the years growing up I had always shown promise, but when finally I was to become a man and be part of our villages raiding party my true ferocity came forth earning me a most honored title of what would later be called.. a Berserker a grand honor indeed.
As I grew in age I also grew in strength. When my brother became Jarl he tasked me with making us stronger, and so I created the Ulfhednar. Instead of having a single minded Berserker we had a pack a handful of crazed warriors, but with purpose doing what normal men could not achieve alone.
Yet it was not enough I wanted more, and that would lead to my folly. We had all heard the tale of the end of days my people called it Ragnar�k. In my ignorance I sought to put and end to what destiny had deemed necessary, but it would only put me into a hellish situation.
The details are very fuzzy. What I do remember was the feeling of entering the cave. After a year of searching and scouting out every Oracle and prophet I could one finally gave me a location. If your life has ever been in a slow moving, but life threatening situation you will know what I mean by it just felt as if death was creeping around ever bend and corner. There was a growling sound somewhere in the darkness supposedly this cave was an entrance to where the might Fenrir was being held. I never really found out the truth of that.
Everything had went black suddenly just blanketed in nothingness. Occasionally I would wake hearing chanting.. feeing pain, but not being able to speak or move. I remember a few words regarding changing the destiny of Ragnar�k so that darkness may prevail and the masters to be pleased.