Frekki Ingmarsson

Name: Frekki Ingmarsson of House Thorvald
Player: Will Marshall
Origin: Dark Plains
Legend: Scholar
==Significant Relationships==
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==Background==
It was early evening over the plains, the last few rays of sunlight casting long shadows over the campsite as Frekki Ingarmarsson stood nervously outside the chieftans tent. The site was almost deserted now, the last few dwarves remaining outside were hurrying to tether animals and bring in the last few pieces of firewood in preperation for what was sure to be a bitterly cold night. In comparison to the dingy, vulnerable looking tents he had passed on his way towards the centre of the camp, the cheiftans tent and the few surrounding it belonging to the nobles were larger and lavishly decorated with images of mountains and great halls. Frekki knew these images, created by the tribes artisans, represented scenes and histories long lost to the dwarves of the plains. Frekki himself, like most of the members of the tribe, had never left the plains.
“Frekki Ingmarsson?”. The suddon mentioning of his name caught Frekki mid day-dream and he was brought back to reality with a start. “The chief will see you now,” exclaimed the guard barely hiding the smirk he gained by shocking the young noble.
The air inside the cheif's tent was thick and humid,a fire burned in the centre of the tent upon which incense and sweet smelling herbs were thrown to disguise the smell of the seven nobles and the chief arranged in a circular pattern around the tent. Water was a precious commodity in the wastes. Frekki's face burned as he caught the unflinching gaze of the heads of the noble houses and he resisted the urge to shudder. The nobles were rarely called together at one time, too much bad blood between different houses in the constantly shifting battles to be the chief's favourite. Something big was happening.Frekki caught the eye of his father seated second to the left of the chief and received a curt nod and a wink. He seemed to be in good spirits, which rarely meant good news for Frekki.
The hushed whispers of conversation halted as the chief rose to his feet from the sole wooden chair that doubled as a throne in the tent.
“Frekki son of Ingmar, nobleman of House Thorvald, do you know wht you have been summoned here this evening?” Frekki blinked in disbelief on being addressed personally by the chief.
“I...I do not my lord.” he stammered in response. The chief smiled at the nervousness of the young dwarf.
“You have been summoned, young Thorvald, because the tribe is need of your help. You are to undertake a journey, son of Ingmar, on behalf of your tribe and on behalf of your chief. You more than any one else in this tribe have studied and learnt our oral traditions and the fate that befell our ancestors many generations ago, and you more than any of us are more in tune with our primal heritage. We know you have tamed and bound a spirit of this place and are one of our most promising shamen.”
Once again Frekki's face burned at the praise being heaped on him by the chief. He stole another glance at his father and saw that his smile had broadened into a grin. “As such” the chief continued, “you have surely noticed that we are ill suited to this nomadic lifestyle that fate has deemed us so worthy of. Even with the untold generations worth of knowledge since our banishment from our ancestral homes we struggle and toil to eke out a meagre existence in these lands.”
Frekki understood the chiefs concern. His tribe was barely able to remain self sufficient in the plains and despite their privaliged position, no noble dwarf in that tent had not known the pain of an untimely death of a friend or loved one, whether it be through starvation, disease or bandits, life in this state of nature, no matter how intuned one was with it, was nasty brutish and short. It was even worse fot those in the tribe not lucky enough to be born of a noble house.
“As such young Frekki, son of Ingmar, noble of house Thorvald.” Frekki's father was positively beaming now, “we charge you, and you alonewith the honour of finding our ancestral homes, we know you have hoarded and studied every scrap of information on the world outside the plains and have always expressed an urge to explore this realm. We are giving you that chance, go seek out our mountainous homes and the true cause of what drove us from that place. We dwarves tire of living like this, we all feel it, this is not how we are meant to be. The time has come for us to learn the truth and you are the dwarf for the job son of Ingmar. Use your knowledge of our histories to guide and your skills honed in this enviroment to aid you. Find our homes, Frekki we cannot continue like this for ever noble Thorvald, we simply cannot.”
After the meeting was finished Frekki was ushered away to the tribes equipment storage and given everything he required for the journey ahead of him. The chiefs impassioned plea and the huge burden of responsibility placed on his head made Frekki feel numb. He was a scholar and a shaman, not a great leader or general. He always wanted to explore the realm but he wanted to go on his own terms, not the ones thrust upon him by his tribe. Yet, he thought, this responsibilty was now his and it was his duty to carry out the wishes of his chief and his tribe no matter his own reservation.
“Besides” He said out loud, “maybe now I'll finally be able to see mountains”. He smiled at the thought and continued to pack his bag... 
Category:Old Characters