Asgrimm Thurnboldsson
Class: Male, Human, Thorwaler
Hello! Are you coming to see me? I’m Asgrimm Thurboldsson…
A young lad with short brown hair is chopping wood in front of the house. When he sees you, he drops the hatchet and comes running over to greet you.
After knocking at the door a number of times, you are forced to admit there’s no one at home.
“Hello! Are you coming to see me? I’m Asgrimm Thurboldsson…”
“Just the fellow we came to see.”
“Yes, we come on the hetman’s orders.”
“Really! How grand! I hardly ever get visitors. Please do come in.”
On your mentioning the hetman, the lad’s eyes grow round.
“Tronde has sent you to me of all men? Now, if that isn’t some honor! Do come in.”“No, no, we just have a few questions.”
“It’s bad form to dismiss an invitation.”
“Please…” he looks at you with a beseeching expression, almost like he’s begging. You feel forced to accept his invitation after all.
Asgrimm does his level best to prove he’s a good host. It is quite clear that Travia’s blessing is upon him. After offering you some stew, he gets some cups and a jug for a round of home brew and for the first time since you have entered the house, he finds time to sit down with you.
“You’re interested in my great-great-grandfather, aren’t you?”“Actually, we’re more interested in Hyggelik.”
“Could be. That depends…”
“Aaaah, that’s more or less the same thing. You know, my ancestor was the only survivor of the expedition that Hyggelik led into the orcish lands.”
“You’ll be surprised. See, my ancestor was the only survivor of the expedition that Hyggelik led into the orcish lands.”
“Yes! They came up to Phexcaer and even beyond there, they did! And my great-great-grandfather was the only one who survived, even the old Hyggelik himself bought it that day…”
“No, no! I know what you’re going to say - but he was no coward!! My great-great-grandfather was no coward!! I can even prove it! No coward would risk his neck to bring back booty from the orcs…”
He disappears into another room and returns with a small decorated chest which he empties onto the table. There are a few ancient gold coins, a medallion and a strange wrought-iron thing, festooned with feathers, that looks vaguely like a coronet.
“An orc chieftain’s crown!” he proclaims proudly.
“Ol’ asgrim himself knocked it off the head of the chief blackfur!”“A true hero, your great-great-grandfather!”
“And Hyggelik?”
“I should say so!” Asgrimm sits up straighter, lifting his chin, as if it had been he himself who killed the orc chieftain.
“Old Hyggelik was killed before ol’ Asgrim could do anything to help. All the of others fell victim to the onslaught of orcs and in the end, ol’ Asgrimm was the only one left standing. Yes, that’s the way things were in the orcish lands!”“Old Hyggelik met his end while standing right beside him. Before ol’ Asgrim could do anything, the entire army fell under the knives of the orcs. In the end, ol’ Asgrimm was the only one left standing. Yes, that’s the way things were in the orcish lands!”
“And then?”
“What else do you know about Hyggelik?”
“Ol’ Asgrimm fought his way home, all alone…”
“Hyggelik, everyone just keeps talking about Hyggelik all the time, and no one mentions ol’ Asgrimm - why don’t you ask Hjore Ahrensson in Ottarje, he’s a relative of his, not me! Or that Ragna Firunjasdotter, maybe you’ll believe the people in Vidsand. Fairy tales! All they can tell you are fairy tales!” Asgrimm begins working himself into a frenzy, obviously infuriated by the amount of attention typically focused on Hyggelik.
“Well, that’s the end of the story. Asgrimm settled down here in Breida, to enjoy the peace and quiet of his later years. After all, he wasn’t that sprightly anymore. A few years later he died, but then again, we all die, heroes or not…”
“I’m afraid we’ll have to leave…”
“What a pity! Ah well, it was nice having you - do come again if you are ever in the area,” Asgrimm says.
he accompanies you to the door, obviously concerned that you leave with a good impression.He finally manages to get a grip on himself and looks over at you sheepishly.
“Please forgive me, I do tend to lose my temper sometimes,” he says so softly that it is hardly audible.“Ah bah, happens to the best of us!”
“Well, I’m glad you’re not holding it against me. Can I get you some more drink?”
“Well, just the one…”
You have another cup of Asgrimm’s home brew, before you take your leave.
“Do come in,” Asgrimm says in a friendly voice.
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