Yngvarr Agmundsson
Lieu: Frontière entre Skagastrond et Bellara
L'homme à la crinière rouge était fatigué. Très fatigué. Ce n'était pas seulement parce qu'il voyageait depuis plus de dix heures depuis ce matin ou parce qu'il répétait cela depuis des jours, mais aussi parce qu'il était mentalement épuisé. Le jour était brillant, mais son esprit était sombre. Ces foutus raideurs! Si cela n'avait pas été pour eux, il n'aurait jamais ressenti le besoin de faire ce qu'il faisait en ce moment.
La façon dont il se passait n'était pas la route principale. Il avait délibérément décidé de ne pas l'utiliser parce que, s'il était honnête envers lui-même, il avait peur. Et s'il avait été attaqué une deuxième fois? Il ne pouvait pas exclure cela, des choses aléatoires se sont passées, même ou surtout si elles étaient mauvaises. Yngvarr espérait juste que l'utilisation d'une route plus éloignée qui était rarement utilisée par les commerçants ou par des personnes plus nobles réduirait la probabilité d'un tel double événement.
L'inclinaison était raide et ses pieds étaient endoloris. Son cheval transpirait comme il l'a fait, même s'il n'était chargé que de ses provisions. Yngvarr n'a pas posé une vraie carte de la région, il espérait juste que les distances d'un village à l'autre étaient assez courtes pour ne pas avoir à se reposer sous le ciel ouvert. Jusqu'à présent, son pari avait fonctionné, mais il était de moins en moins sûr qu'il continuerait à le faire puisqu'il ne voyait actuellement aucune extrémité de ce terrain.
Name: Yngvarr Agmundsson
Age: 31
Gender Male
Title/Rank/Occupation:
He bears neither title nor rank and he is not actively promoting the fact that he is more than an ordinary blacksmith. Aside from that, recent events have made him workless.
Image/Appearance
 anghorkheng @ DeviantArt
Yngvarr is about 6'4. His hair is bright red and tends to be long enough to flutter in the wind like a banner around his sharp features. The growing beard is consequently cut off his pale skin. More than a decade of his profession combined with a very strong natural tendency has added a ton of muscle to his frame. He has a lot of scars, but apparently not from combat as they are mainly located around his wrists. He is noticeably overweight, but nothing really serious if compared to his muscle.
Skills/Professions:Above average - Yngvarr is tremendously strong, but only negligibly skilled at fighting. Crafting weapons for customers doesn't mean that you have to use them themselves on a daily basis. However he can use his frame and strength to wrestle enemies down who don't have weapons.High level - Experienced blacksmith capable of smelting his own metals and creating magic runes. This requires a larger amount of his own blood and will weaken him for a considerable amount of time.Unusual amount of knowledge about magic in general.Devourer of feasts and drinking sprees.
Personality/(Dis)likes/hobbies/etc.:
He has a tendency to be on the sceptical side and rarely really laughs if you don't count the times while he's drunk. This happens rather often as he chronically overeats and drinks a lot. Making a conversation with him can sometimes be a bit of a challenge as he is very blunt, sometimes even nasty. On the other side, he is anxious to say anything that could make other people think that he is more skilled or of a higher rank than he actually is, however he doesn't have any such hesitations when it comes to making people underestimate him. Yngvarr knows his abilities on the battlefield are very limited and it makes him envious, though he would never admit it.
He is not only a blacksmith, but also does not believe in the stories about the era of magic being gone for good. For him it's a myth created to hide a huge gap of knowledge and his own success on that field perfectly confirms that opinion - at least in his mind.
Biography:
Yngvarr was born in Alviora. His father, Agmundr, ran a small smithy in the coastal village of Hragar, mainly producing and maintaining equipment like nails, rivets and arrowheads as all of this was required by the local fishermen and hunters. He never relied on other smelters but instead refined the strong Skagastrond ores himself, passing this knowledge to his son as well, but also forcing him to stick to his business. Yngvarr wasn't exactly happy with that, so when his father found his natural death, he was free to do what he wanted, and that was starting to forge true weapons and armor. Which blacksmith doesn't want to reach the supreme discipline ? Some day, a customer confronted him with something he had never seen before: A sword enhanced by a rune, a rune that actually worked. His curious nature and pride just couldn't stand not being able to do anything about it, so he took the funds he got and travelled to Skagastrond himself where it is more likely to find any knowledge about this topic - but it was nothing that could be learned within a few days or weeks. His venture lasted longer and longer until he took permanent residence in the northern land. He had talent and a certain intuition, so he became successful. But the fact that only few people know about real runes and even fewer can afford them ensured that magic always remained a small part of his daily business - the vast majority of things he crafted was still entirely ordinary. The emphasis here has to be put on the past tense - the small village he lived in has been raided. He has lost his shop and a lot of his former posessions. At this moment, Yngvarr is travelling farther north, hoping to be able to rebuild his existence in Bellara.
Equipment:One of the advantages of being a blacksmith is that you can skip a lot of the profits other people make along the supply chain, so he is in posession of a high quality custom set of armor for his body: Chainmail for legs, arms and torso and a helmet.A round shield reinforced with richly ornated metal, but there is a deliberate dent in it. A hidden rune dramatically increases its durability. The thing was originally created by him in order to slyly give one of his blacksmith colleagues something to think about. It took the competitor a lot of time and a lot of wear on his tools to find out that this thing is kinda... unrepairable. Thrashing onto it can be considered harmful for one's own weapons, especially swords.Small knife, definitely hand-crafted and ornated with a small amout of noble metals.food, water and ordinary clothing sufficient for a prolonged journeyhorse