Barbarian of the Uthgardt Tribe, far from Home.


Weighing 15 stone and standing 18 hands at the shoulder, Gronn hails from the North. A respected warrior of his people, Gronn travels the lands for reasons that are strictly his own.



Know O Prince

T_hat between the years when the oceans drank Atlantis and the gleaming cities, and the rise of the sons of Aryas, there was an age undreamed of! Where shining kingdoms lay spread across the world like blue mantles beneath the stars. Hither came Conan the Cimmerian, black-haired, sullen-eyed, sword in hand, a thief, a reaver, a slayer! With gigantic melancholies, and gigantic mirth! To tread the jeweled thrones of the Earth, under his sandaled feet!_

This however is not his story, no this is the story of a youth who lives in a time and place worlds away, though he could be the very reflection of the mighty Cimmerian, only time will tell.

The northern realms are a cold and unforgiving place and the Uthgardt are as hard and cold as the dark forested mountains they scratch an existence from. They are a somber and withdrawn people who seldom smile and have no time for frivolity the only revelry they partake in are the constant skirmishes and raids with their northern neighbors! These are the people Gronn grew up with, as soon as he could work a bellows and stoke the fire in his father’s forge he was put to work, and when he could wield a hammer he was made to make nails and simple tools. When he was not in the forge he would hunt and gather, or help his kin guard the hardy sheep and goats, or tend to the shaggy mountain ponies.

Children of the Uthgardt grow up fast and hard, but with Gronn it was doubly so, he was always large for his age and his strength seemed almost unnatural! Thus it was that by his tenth winter Gronn could lift and move his father’s anvil, a feat that normally required two full-grown men. By twelve he had helped defend the small collection of homesteads against a raiding party of red haired Scrotts, he was in the raid that claimed wergild for the lost, and freed some of the taken. It was on this raid that Gronn killed his first man. At thirteen he spoke as a man at council, and at fourteen all heard and noted his words.

The one diversion he had as a child had been his grandfather’s tales, he was of a southern tribe, and had taken part in many raids into the southern lands, had even spent some time there himself. The tales of richer, softer, lands with gleaming cities filled with people from many other lands, visions of riches and wonders, exotic women, dusky, pale or fiery, lounging semi nude amid satin pillows! The elders just shook their heads and tut, tuted his grandfather, while admonishing him for filling Gronn’s head with lies. Gronn could see it all in his mind’s eye though and decided one day he would see it for himself!

In his fifteenth year word came that the southerners had made a fortified outpost in Uthgardt lands and the bloodied spear was being sent out to all the tribes in a call to war. First over the wall he was, and where he tread the bodies were piled as cord wood, no quarter was asked or given, it was in truth no battle but a massacre. The Sacking of the outpost was spoken of with fear and used as warning for years to come, and it would be many decades before any southern kingdoms would press their claims to Uthgardt land again.

Standing in the burning shell of that frontier fort it seemed to Gronn that his Grandfather had spoken true! There where multi storied buildings, food and ale aplenty, scraps left outside to rot, steel used in ways he had never seen before, even as decoration, Tall strong warhorses, and some gold and gems mixed in with the solders belongings. He vowed that soon he would go further south and see if more of his Grandfathers tales where true! He left his village at sixteen and headed south west into the lands of the Franks his people had truce with them for several years now and it was known that the Franks dealt with the southerners more than his people. After leaning enough of southern customs and the common tongue he headed south to see these fabled lands, he has traveled since trusting to his own code of honor and chivalry as well as his strong arm and wits, and so as youth just seventeen he sets eyes on the largest city he has seen , the city of Neverwinter.

Neverwinter he likes the sound of that!


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