Prominent Figure: The Brothers Skargrimsson

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Knud & Ivar Skargrimsson, the Brothers Skargrimsson.

"Prophecised end or not - the big fish eats the little, it is the way of things, but we all know that storms brew and ash devours. There is no time, and by this prophecy I've expedited things. All I care about is the moment and the next."
- Knud Skargrimsson, on his actions, and the path charted towards the future.

The Brothers Skargrimsson are born in the furthest reaches of Frostport, to an unloving grandfather who curses their names and absent parents. The blade and blood as birthright, brutality has been the only parent and teacher that they have known - a harsh but efficient teacher, at that.

They knew not the comfort of another's kindness nor the certainty of their own existence, for the brothes Skargrimsson were seen as pariahs and lepers, the brother Ivar suffering gross mutations that flared the eyes and cast scales to the body. Instruction came early, that if one could not buy what is required, or earn what is required, or even beg for what is required, then one must take as needed, applying strength to whomsoever refused to yield before them.

Such as it is, that they found a generous patron, in one who smiled upon such direct action and firm hand. The Axe, though they would know him as The Raider.

Agaslakku.

He would grant them power to wield as any cudgel as they raided to and fro, descending from their icy expanse to seek the enrichment of themselves, and the hopeful application of this wealth to procure the cure that would give relief to Ivar's plight. As all who ply Bronze, they sought not cooperation, but the seizure of things by force, setting upon travelers and mercenaries alike, denting helmets, breastplates and sundering enchanted robes, seizing purses and magical trinkets in the hope that any of them might just have the panacea for Ivar.

The Fourth Legion saddled and gave chase, the Astronomers of Q'tolip searched the realm through their crystal balls, the Cinquefoil Rose rallied to seek them, all to naught, for the Brothers Skargrimsson knew well how to hide, having been chased to the dark corners at a young age. Theirs was a battle they would hold on their terms, on their choosing.

The bounty climbed higher and higher, yet for all its glitter and all eyes upon them, they moved as flecks upon the ash storm, but a fine target amidst a sea. One ever wondered if they would go free, like the petitioners of the Court of Stone and Flesh before them, Gedwyr Karstcleft and Zalthar Stonefield.

Until a pivotal moment came.

By surprise, a horde accosted Ivar, bringing him low and binding him in chains. Knud, in the capacity he could, struck in similar fashion, seizing Students and Recluta in kind, creating the precipice of fate that would kill all involved - the lowly and Skargrimssons both. Yet, in that moment, rather than plunging all names into oblivion, a voice of reason spoke. The Champion of Ephia's Well, Asherias Myl. Affirmed by the Legates and hosted by the Gold League's stadium, the battle was waged, and, with a wellpower of magic against a swordsman and her squire with nary a spell to spare between each other to defang their enemy of their ability, the Skargrimssons triumphed, earning their freedom.

What lead the Skargrimssons to cast aside the brutal frontiers for the capitulation to the rules of civil society?

Knud answers with boredom. Others speculate a kindling of wisdom, in the moment's quiet between the clang of steel. That what Ivar needed, he could have, if he earned it in cooperation and in a new beginning. Only time will tell if this wisdom grows into a fruitful sycamore, or withers away before one's most basest instincts.

Those who doubt the ability to change their fates and fortunes, behold them well, for they are proof of man and his ability to change.

Those who seek to be proactive in the administering of the cure to the dishonorable maladies of Ephia's Well and its discourse, will find common ground with the Brothers Skargrimssons, for theirs is a path already charted and marched upon with sure feet, in spite of the storms and dangers that dare to assail them.

This entry was posted by the Scribes of the Sublime Garden, whom graciously received bribes for their expedited workload.