PLAYED BY: Ty Springer
CHARACTER NAME: Sigfrøðr (pronounced Sig-freeth)
GENDER: Male
PRONOUN(S): he/him
CLASS: Warrior
AGE: 35
RACE: Ulven
HAIR: Brown
EYES: Hazel
OCCUPATION: Lead the Ironshear war pack during the Civil War and has since taken up sheep farming and textile working in Onrich.
KNOWN SKILLS: Spear fighting, weaving, spinning, tactics
BIRTHPLACE: Pack Ironshear
APPEARANCE: Greying hair and tired eyes
RELATIONSHIPS: Mated with Helga Nighriver
BIO / BACKGROUND HISTORY: Sigfrøðr had always thought himself as a farmer first, soldier second. The Ironshear pack had emphasized the value of using the Great Wolf’s strength not only for battle, to provide for your people. Working on his family’s sheep farm helped to build that strength, but like many pups, Sigfrøðr yearned for action and trained himself in spear and axe fighting.
So as tensions grew on the Nightriver coast, Sigfrøðr saw an opportunity for glory. He joined the pack’s war party and traveled with them to face the threat of Grimward. The other members of the war pack were a mix of skill and experience, some having fought mordok and others untested in combat. It was in this war pack that Sigfrøðr would meet his future mate, Helga, a fellow inexperienced fighter.
They could not have been prepared to fight their own. The warriors of Grimward were fierce, organized, and intelligent. Sigfrøðr learned quickly under the pressure of battle. He studied strategy with the war pack leader and, within two years, became the leader of his own war pack with his now mate by his side.
Sigfrøðr’s pack was relatively successful against their enemies, mostly picking small guerilla battles on the border between territories. When they were called to aid at Black Wolf Creek, the pack believed it would be a typical operation: support the flanks, keep the enemy from ambushing, kill the enemy. They were not prepared for what awaited them.
Right from the beginning the battle was different. The Grimward attackers were more frenzied than usual, more bloodthirsty. All around him Sigfrøðr watched his comrades fall. He barked orders at his pack as the Grimward units ganged up on them. One after another, the warriors he fought side by side with for months were cut down. It was down to only a handful of warriors when Sigfrøðr called his pack to fall back and regroup with the main line.
As they retreated, Sigfrøðr and Helga held the rear, fighting off the Grimward warriors pursuing them. As they ran back to reinforcements, archers took out one of their men. Then another. Until only the mated pair remained.
Sigfrøðr teetered on the edge of panic and rage as he maintained the fighting retreat. Another arrow whizzed through the air, this time piercing him through the leg. While struggling not to black out from exhaustion and pain, he heard the tell tale splintering of his mate’s shield. Helga had taken an axe to the helm and had blood running down her face, her eyes burning with adrenaline. “We need to cut and run.” Sigfrøðr said through gritted teeth.
Helga looked to him to see a second arrow burst through the trees to hit her mate in the shoulder. He couldn’t hold back the scream this time. Without hesitation Helga flung her injured mate over her shoulder and sprinted away from their attackers. She hopped over fallen logs and through thorny brush, barely seeing as the blood dripped further. It was at the healer’s tent that Helga collapsed, her body exhausted from the run, the fight, and the injuries she’d been ignoring.
After the battle had ended, Sigfrøðr and Helga were sent from the front to recover. They returned to Onrich, a settlement of farmers and Sigfrøðr’s childhood home. It took months until Sigfrøðr spoke again. He had spent his time after the war focusing on a small sheep and wool farm. He tended the sheep and processed the wool while his mate ran a blacksmith shop making tools for their fellow farmers. It was quiet and calm.
Never again did Sigfrøðr expect to pick up a spear. Never again did he intend to face down the blade of a Grimward warrior. But life has other plans.