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Old 10-02-2006, 11:49 AM   #54
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Here's my Ulfing family.

For a quick reference, here they are at a glance:


Grímr 40 y/o (main character)
Falarr 19y/o
Fálki 19 y/o
Valr 13 y/o



Káta 35 y/o
Jóra 11 y/o


Pio's character - Grímr

NAME: Grímr

AGE: 40

RACE: Eastern Man - Ulfing

GENDER: male


Small, domed hand held shield made out of spiral woven willow wicker and covered with thick ox hide; a dagger strapped to his left forearm, a small sword, 2 javelins; a lacquered composite bow made from layers of horn and sinew on a wood frame; 2 quivers of arrows holding about 30 arrows each of various kinds – short range, long range, whistling signal arrows, armor piercing with tempered tips, and incendiary. Owns a number of small, stocky horses he rides in battle.


Height - 161 cm (5’3”); Weight - 66 kg (145 lbs); sturdily built, smoothly muscled; dark brown eyes; short, straight, black hair; no facial hair; wide face often creased with a generous smile; skin is light brown and ruddy from much time spent out of doors. Homespun grey or light brown tunics, worn over black breeches; a thick sheepskin vest; calf-high, brown, worn leather boots.


The well-being of his family comes first for Grimr, then that of his village. This has at times put him at odds with his fellows; but even in the face of stiff opposition he can be very firm about his decisions. For the most part, he is an even tempered man; not given to fits of anger or over zealous enthusiasm. He does have a deep-seated sense of humor, which can at times prove an irritating trait.


Grimr’s family was from the wide, grassy plains of the East, and given to the nomadic lifestyle. The raising of goats, sheep, and horses formed the hub about which his extended family prospered. At the age of twenty he married Káta, considered by him the most beautiful woman whose feet ever graced the Eastern plains. He gave her parents thirty horses as her bride-price, considering it small thing to pay for his heart’s desire.

A year later came the twins, Fálki and Falarr. Six years and a number of miscarried children and children lost to illnesses passed before his third son, Valr, was born. And Valr was followed two years later by a daughter, Jóra.

A little more than a year and a half ago, one of the elders of his family proposed that they might take up the offer of certain prominent friends from lands far to the west - that in exchange for their help in quelling certain unwanted intruders to the lands of their master, that same master would be generous with the giving of sizable portions of the land to those men who had aided him. That land, it was rumored, was much like their own home; only far more vast and rich in grasslands on which their flocks and herds would prosper.

Beneath the banner of Ulfang, the Iron Wolf, the families were gathered and had made the long, slow journey to the western plains in the lands near to the great sea. The sons of the House of Fëanor had welcomed them into the lands and it soon followed that the House of Ulfang swore allegiance to Caranthir, the fourth son of Fëanor.

At present, Grímr, and his family are living in a small village on the great plain west of the River Gelion. In addition to maintaining their flocks and crops, the Ulflings are preparing for the coming battle against the ruler in the North.


Grímr’s Family

1.) Káta, Grímr’s wife

AGE: 35

APPEARANCE/PERSONALITY: 156 cm (5’1” in) and 57 kg (126lbs); long, thick black hair worn up in a twist with a bright, wrapped head covering when out in public. Black eyes, small nose. Wears a simple midcalf, wool dress usually dark blue in color, with leggings beneath it depending on the weather; has various wool or cloth vests to wear on different occasions. Calf high, dark leather boots. Calm, quiet, easy smile. Fiercely protective of her children. She is as able a rider as her husband. And has an accurate eye when using her bow.


2.) Fálki
3.) Fastarr

Grímr’s twin sons

AGE: 19

APPEARANCE/PERSONALITY: Identical twins; slender, wiry frames. About and inch taller than their father. Dark eyed. Shoulder length black hair pulled back in a short ponytail at the napes of their necks. Are almost always seen in each other’s company. More serious in nature than their father. Since they will soon be looking to find wives and have their own families, the two young men are interested in any venture which might give them a chance to acquire land for themselves. They have fought in several small battles and have the same sorts of shields and weapons as their father has.


4.) Valr, Grímr’s youngest son

AGE: 13

APPEARANCE/PERSONALITY: 5 feet tall, very short jet black hair, black eyes; has a dreamy sort of personality; very quiet; much prefers time spent out with his dog herding the family goats or sheep to learning any fighting skills other than those needed to keep predators away from the flocks.


5.) Jóra, Grímr’s daughter

AGE: 11

APPEARANCE/PERSONALITY: 4’10”, long black hair worn in two braids with bangs. Enjoys following Valr about. She loves to talk and he indulges her with the occasional nod of the head. She also likes to know what is going on and will sneak about to listen at doors and windows.


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‘Oh fuss and bother!’ Jóra looked quickly up at Granny Dulaan, her cheeks reddening at the old woman’s bemused look. ‘Well not you, Granny,’ she went on in way of explanation as she slid over on the long oaken bench. She fetched a soft cushion from beneath the bench and put it on the seat for Granny, patting it in invitation.

‘It’s just that I’m all thumbs this morning! I’ve managed to tangle this piece all up.’ She held up her knitting needles with as forlorn a look as she could manage on her eleven year old face. There, hanging between them, was what was supposed to be a cap for her father’s birthday. The start of a cap, that is…about twenty rows of bright red yarn; most of which were fairly even at the start, but had given up all hope in the last three or four rows. A number of the stitches were too tight, and a number too loose; the rows uneven.

Snick….snick…. The sharpening stone sang out against the arrowheads. Valr, with his thirteen years of wisdom, offered his brotherly opinion as he sat sharpening the twins’ arrows. ‘Looks like some great, old spider fell into the mead vat!’ He ducked quickly as his sister let go her ball of yarn in a quick aimed throw at his head. ‘Can’t throw either, can ya?!’ he snorted.

Before the skirmish could erupt into a full scale battle, Káta thumped on the hardwood frame of her loom with her shuttle, clearing her throat in a decisive manner. From across the large room, her black eyes sparkled with authority as she turned her face toward Valr and Jóra. ‘I like to keep a peaceful house,’ she said in a quiet voice that nonetheless was heard quite distinctly. ‘Take your little spat outdoors if you think you need to continue it.’ She sent her shuttle sliding between the loom threads. ‘Oh, and while you’re out there, we could use a few more rounds split and stacked on the woodpile.’

A duet of groans was heard as knitting and arrows were put away. Jóra stuck out her tongue at her brother as she passed near him on the way to the door. She pushed on the thick wool blanket which hung in the doorway and started to exit, then paused midstride. Ducking back inside she turned with a big grin on her face. ‘Hey! Papi and the twins are back from hunting!’ She peeked outside once more. Her muffled voice drifted back into the room. ‘Oh! And it looks like he’s brought Erling back with him.’ There were sounds of heavy footsteps as the men approached the doorway.

‘Hurry now!’ Káta said, rising up from her cushion. She smoothed down the skirt of her dress and pushed back a few stray hairs, securing them behind her ears. ‘Get the bread and cheese out from the food chest, Jóra. And you, Valr, get a big pitcher of ale from the new barrel. Just put them on the table, there, children. Granny, won’t you set out the cups, please.’

‘There you are, light of my life!’ Grimr’s voice boomed about the room as he entered. He grinned round at Granny and his two youngest children, his eyes falling at last upon his wife. ‘And haven’t your sons and I brought you a fine brace of geese and young buck to keep our bellies filled for a while. Fálki and Falarr are hanging them outside.’ He ruffled the hair of Jóra and Valr as they drew near to lean up against him. ‘Be a change from mutton, eh?’

He looked behind him, surprised not to see Erling. ‘Let the young fellows take care of our prizes, Erling,’ he called out the door. ‘Come and have a cup of ale with us!’


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