Ylva
Lieu: Bord de Ballara
Attaque de la plage est. Débarrassez-les de l'avant alors que l'autre moitié de la flotte monte la rivière Grandol et traverse les bois. Brûlez les bâtiments clés, la maison, la grange, les navires. Pas d'esclaves. Pas de survivants. Pas de problème? Continuez à penser... et souffler idiot!
Ylva s'est abattue, ses pieds frappant le sable alors qu'elle se propulsait à travers l'eau, ses bras poussant en s'élevant à la surface, laissant aller la grande pierre qui est tombée dans les profondeurs. L'eau froide se sentait bien contre sa peau, quand soudain l'air a frappé le dessus de son cuir chevelu et elle a pris une profonde respiration. Elle a gâché, toussant comme une langue mouillée est venu lui lécher la joue et le front.
"Ragnar...Arrêtez..Arrêtez..Ragnar."
Un rire léger lui échappa alors qu'elle se tira sur le quai, sa tunique s'effondra sous l'estomac de Ragnar. Elle a mis sa main sur ses hanches nues, le regardant avec un coup rapide de la tête. Elle a claqué sa langue, poussant la grande bête assez loin pour qu'elle prenne sa tunique et la jette sur son corps. Putain, il fait froid.
Elle a jeté la tête du grand loup, avant de descendre le quai, les yeux fermés sur la grande colonie, qui semblait trop grande pour une seule personne. Si ce n'était pas la propriété de Rollo, elle aurait probablement encouragé les familles de Bjrag et d'Alvid à changer avec elle. Elle a vu la femme et les enfants d'Alvid juste à côté de la grange, aidant avec les tâches quotidiennes et jouant avec les chevaux. Elle les laissa à leurs joies se déplaçant à l'intérieur de sa maison, où elle regarda vers le long foyer trouvé au centre de la pièce. Des bancs de plate-forme recouverts de lin et de pils gagnés par la chasse et les raids, étaient entourés des côtés de la maison avec quelques tables sculptées et des tabourets qui étaient remplis d'objets de tous les jours tels que le lin, bols, petits bijoux, peignes, même quelques charmes et sculptures de bois pour dicter les dieux. Elle s'installe dans le plus grand lit de la maison, sa tunique en cuir, ses fourrures, ses bandes d'or, son écharpe bleue et ses bottes. Son esprit s'appesantissait avec de nouveaux plans pour un raid à venir, le petit lac à l'extérieur de sa maison a généralement aidé à vider son esprit, mais aujourd'hui elle semblait en conflit avec ses pensées. Ragnar se promène vers son banc préféré, ses canines creusent dans un chevreuil qu'il a pris au cours d'une chasse. Ylva s'habillait rapidement, arrachant ses armes sur quelques étagères et les plaçant sur son corps, avant de partir.
"Bjarg. Amène-moi Damhus et fais vite. J'ai une réunion avec Odinkar et je ne serais pas un grand champion si je le faisais attendre."
L'homme de poids moyen plus âgé a hurlé, "Bien sûr. Tout de suite."
Elle l'a regardé partir à la grange, alors qu'elle sifflait pour Ragnar et a appelé les enfants qui jouaient trop près du lac, "C'est bon! Nous ne voudrions pas que vous soyez une blota pour Aegir avant que vous grandissiez, et que vous appreniez à nager."
La jeune fille a arrêté de pousser un bâton sur son frère et a regardé Ylva avec un sourire, "Aegir n'a jamais pu me descendre! Je suis fort."
Ylva a donné un petit sourire : « Je suis sûr que vous l'êtes, mais laissez les grandes batailles à votre mère, elle a l'ardeur d'Odin, celle-là. »
Bjarg était de retour au milieu de sa phrase, lui donnant les rênes, et un petit rire, "Voici M'am. Je vais être sûr de dire à Friya du compliment, la dame en a besoin avec combien d'enfants elle a élevé."
"Plus que la moitié du thane pour être honnête. Je serai de retour avant que le soleil ne tombe, alors allumez mon feu et laissez-moi un peu de poisson."
Avec cela elle était partie, un autre court sifflement encourageant Ragnar à flécher devant le cheval, tout en restant à proximité.
Name: Ylva Lindstrom
Age: 28
Gender: Female
Image/Appearance:

She stands 5,5 with long braided brown hair, deep scars on her face and arm, and considerable muscle definition with the amount of raiding she does.
Title/Rank/Occupation:Champion of the Thane of Ballara, Advisor to Odinkar Meldun
Skills/achievements/etc:Skilled in Hurstwic fighting style with dual axes, and proficient sword skills, \She has some skill with a spear but it is her least favorite weapon. She is an avid sailor and swimmer, and she has acquired moderate farming and hunting skills over her lifetime. Her greatest skill is as a strategist, always studying territories and techniques used to defeat her enemy.
Personality/(Dis)likes/hobbies/etc: Ylva is very quiet most often, taking care to live by the principle that words mean something and she shouldn't use them freely. She isn't arrogant or brash, but when she does have something to say she makes sure it is heard. She is generally kind, but doesn't go out of her way to make people like her. She likes games, her animals, adventure tales of the gods, and children. She also enjoys fishing which she tries to do, whenever she gets a spare moment.
Biography:
Ylva was the only daughter of Adrik Endulson, an impressive raider and ally of Odinkar Meldun and Elva Endulson who was a shieldmaiden in her own right, but chose to stay and raise her three children whilst Adrik was off raiding. Ylva was the middle child, next to her brother Etnuld and the youngest Mjolner. She was a vivacious child, following Adrik and Etnuld around instead of staying at home with her mother,to learn sewing and good housework. Her father found his daughters interests in the warriors art amusing so he enabled her teachings whilst he was home. These happy times ended in her twelfth year, where she was out with her older brother, Etnuld, on a hunting trip, while her mother and Mjolner stayed at home. The siblings unluckily came across, almost by accident, a large Direwolf mother. Ylva was the first to attack, regardless of her brothers adamant urge to run, and for her stupidity received deep scratches to her face, and one arm. Her brother let loose some arrows, before the beast changed it's target, before she finished the job. Ylva passed out and It wasn't until later that she woke up to find her brother and the wolf dead. Whilst dealing with this sudden tragedy, a noise reached her ears and she realized she wasn't the only one feeling grief. A small black and brown pup was licking and yelping at the dead wolf. It was a long night before both were found by a few of the men of the village, and the bodies were brought back with them, including the wolf which Ylva held tightly in her uninjured arm.
Adrik and Elva were never the same after there eldest's death, but no one had changed more than Ylva, blame and guilt made her more somber and controlled. She fought harder, grew stronger and eventually by sixteen, her and her wolf had become one of the best fighters on raids. After a struggle, by her father to find a young man for Ylva to take as a husband, Rollo Lindstrom was chosen, a large dark haired mercenary and trader that owned some farmland near the outer territory of Ballara. Surprisingly enough the marriage did well, apart from the fact that as hard as they tried, children were not to be in their future. Regardless Ylva and Rollo turned to other means of living, through trading on his part, and raiding through hers. She became a fierce fighter for her Thane and even took up her fathers spot when he passed of dysentery.
Her glory as champion came up during this period. At 19 years old she was raiding with Odinkar when a rouge band of Trolls attacked. Many men fell, but Odinkar as would suspect was holding his ground. It wasn't until one false swing of a club that he was knocked down, his sword skittering into the mesh of feet. One troll took notice and went on the attack, his rage apparent as he charged. Odinkar was on his feet about to take down the beast with his bare hands when Ylva let out a roar and got in the way of the attack, slamming her spear up into the chest of the troll. Her feet slid in the dirt as blood coated her features. She let out a whistle as Ragnar, her direwolf attacked the troll and began tearing it to shreds. She earned quite a name for herself, in that battle and the few others that followed, in regards to the mudmen. It was this act that allowed Odinkar to give this youngling more of a presence in his fleet. Ylva was an avid strategist next to her father and overtime won multiple raids for her thane, cementing her name as a champion of Ballara. Over the years, the elder man accepted her as a viable member at the table, but of course with fame also came her tragedy. Rollo died a few years after she was named champion, slayed by a neighboring Thane clan on a raid, his corpse sent back with a slit throat and blue scarf which she has worn since his death. She sent him off to Valhalla in a fire-kissed pyre, along with her happiness.
Currently she lives at her farmstead along with her wolf, with only a few farmhands and there families. She is ruthless and cunning and some see her as a future Thane, with her gained prestige. As for her motives in the future, that remains a mystery.
Equipment:Axes mainly, with a wooden shield, one longsword, spear, and a small dirk in her boot. Few runic charms, a long blue scarf, furs, mail, leathers, sometimes bait for fishing and healing herbs/salves for when she hurts herself in battle.
Other:She has a blue tattoo of an elk on her back, to signify Rollo's crest.