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Name: Ragnthor

Age: 26

Ragnthor was born just outside of Whiterun. His father, Freynar, was the last Thane that the hold had. His mother died in a bandit raid when he was 6. The years passed and he fell in love with Lydia and became best friends with Ralof and Hadvar. At the age of 18 had was courting Lydia and was on his way of becoming the next Thane. Then his father died and life went down hill. His older brothers wife chased him out and so he left Skyrim to earn his fortune.

8 years later Ragnthor stopped on, at least he assumed, the border of Skyrim and Morrowind. He took a deep breath and let out a roar of joy then he adjusted his heavy armor and made sure his greatsword hung right on his back and started to walk down the ridge. He was a Nord and was now home. He had left Whiterun as a fresh faced youth of 18 and had spent the last 8 years wandering Tamriel learning of both the land and the sword. He started with High Rock to see its great cities and its many Kingdoms. He then visited the mountain strongholds of the Orcs where he honed his skills against some of the greatest swordsman in the Empire and became an accomplished blacksmith in order to keep his gear in good repair and then had made his way to Cyrodiil to see the ruling seat of the Empire. It was there he was given the title “of the Isles” during his time as a fighter in the Imperial City Arena. Then he went to Elsweyr where he learned new skills with the blade fighting the beasts of the desert. And he picked up more than just blade skills there. He was an ok pickpocket and a decent locksmith. He then had traveled to Black Marsh and earned a few scars fighting things deep in the swamps. Then he went to Hammerfell where he hired on as a guard at an estate, until the lord was killed. Then he went to Morrowind to see its great wonders. It was there, while test his strength in a tavern that he felt the urge to come home. He left that night.

Ragnthor had been traveling for 3 days and was hoping to make a settlement he knew when he heard the sounds of a battle coming through the trees. He drew his sword and charged. He broke through to a small clearing and saw a small number of men trying to fight off a group of Imperial soldiers. He let out a battle cry and tore into the Imperials flank. As he charged a few archers fired at him. He deflected one with his sword, took 2 on his armor and felt one bury deep in his left bicep. When he reached them he drove his sword through the first man then pulled it out and with a one-handed over hand swing that sliced through the second’s shoulder plate and stopped somewhere around the middle of his chest. Ragnthor tore the blade out with a gush of blood and let out a roar. A small group turned to face him and while he was working on fighting through them an archer sent a blunt arrow into his forehead, knocking him out.

And the rest is history.