Thoramir Baldurson

Thoramir Baldurson is a member of Argon & Friends and the group's cleric.

## Intro:

My name is Thoramir Baldurson, in the old way Thoramir son of Baldur.

### Personality:

Thoramir, for the most part, is an easy-going sort. He follows the teachings of his God Thor. Seeking justice, protecting the weak, and is fiercely loyal to his friends. Thoramir protects those who cannot protect themselves. His tools are symbols of his past life as a smith, and he carries them so that he will never forget his humble roots. He tends to judge people by their actions, not their words as from knowing of Thor's brother, the trickster Loki, he knows people can lie to achieve their goals. Thoramir is confident in his own abilities and does what he can to instill confidence in others. Destiny is Thoramir's companion Nothing and no one can steer him away from his higher calling, given to him by Thor. Thinking is for other people. Thoramir prefers action. Thoramir does have a weakness for the vices of the city, especially hard drink. He loves to fight, celebrate and serve Mighty Thor. Thoramir battles for his place in Valhalla. He longs for the day he will be carried on the winged horses of the Valkyrie. Until Thoramir sits at Odin's table, he will battle beside his fellow adventurers, defeating evil, saving the fair maidens, and drinking every town dry.

## Biography

### Before Tales of Ta'lux:

Thoramir's background is humble. Born to a family of blacksmiths, at a young age Thoramir worked next to his father learning the craft of metal working.

#### Family & the Family Trade:

As an only child, Thoramir worked with his father, Baldur son of Grogan, who taught him the way of the hammer, steel, and weapons. His Mother, Mirianna, spoiled Thoramir with love and caring. She taught him the worth of treating people well, whilst also teaching the value of loyalty. Mirianna schooled Thoramir in the woods craft of herbs, medicines and how they can help heal the body.

Granth:

When Thoramir was in his 14th year, a minor Noble named Granth Bidderson, commissioned a sword from Baldur. Bidderson wanted a sword of such unequaled quality, balanced, with a glittering, intricate guard, wide blade and layered steel. Baldur and Thoramir worked long and hard to craft a sword of unmatched quality. Many hours, days and much sweat went into the blade. Upon completetion of the commission, Budderson arrived to collect his order. Bidderson was amazed at the level of craftsmanship and quality. However, Bidderson, thinking noble blood was worth more than a man's word, refused to pay for the blade. Instead, he demanded Baldur "gift" the blade to him. Baldur refused. Bidderson ordered his men to take the sword and raze the forge and farmstead. Baldur grabbed up the nearest weapon, a huge double bladed battle axe, and attempted to defend his family. Thoramir attempted to aid him, swinging his hammers skillfully. But alas, there were six guardsmen to the smiths, and Thoramir, being 14 and not yet grown into his size, was knocked sensless. His last sight being the three-guardsman stabbing his father through the chest and two other guardsmen dragging his mother into the house, screaming.

Upon regaining his senses, Thoramir discovered his father's body next to him, cold and stiff. As he rose, the forge was destroyed, his family home, a smoldering ruin. Thoramir searched the ruins and found his mother's naked, burnt body. Her face was twisted in agony. A scream tore through his throat, startling the carrion crows into flight. at that moment, Thoramir vowed to see Bidderson pay for his deeds done this day.

Weak, with no supplies, Thoramir wandered the countryside, surviving off what he could scrounge in the forest. Thoramir found his way eventually, starved, sick, and barely alive toa Temple to his family Gods: Odin, Freya, Thor and Thrym. The monks and priests of the temple nursed Thoramir back to health. In order to repay their kindness, Thoramir did what he knew best, forging steel. Years past, Thoramir grew tall, strong and became a master Smith. He worked and studied, learning from the Brothers of the Gods more than he ever knew before. Thoramir loved moving the metal, crafting helping others. His long ago vow long buried in his mind, forgotten.

Thor:

One Fall Day, whist Thoramir was sweating in the forge over a stubborn piece of steel that refused to take the shape of a sickle, a bright light bathed the forge, chasing away all shadows. Thoramir was blinded for a moment, covering his eyes with his forearm, his hammer held forward. All eyes looked as the light faded to a soft glow. Before Thoramir and the Brothers stood a figure, wearing armor of gleaming silver. His tall, lean form carrying the armor easily. Flowing long, blonde hair capped by a winged helm topped handsome features. The gaze passed over all in the forge. a voice like the tolling of a bell boomed out, "Brothers! I, Thor Odinson, am here on quest! I seek one who wields a hammer like his hand or feet. One who is worthy to serve and defend! Who amongst you feel the Call?"

Thoramir rose from his knee, a force deep inside him moving him forward toward the Gleaming God of Thunder. "My Lord, I be not worthy, but be willing to serve." Thoramir said bowing his head. Thor's ringing voice again boomed out, "And who might thou be?" Thoramir replied, "I be Thoramir Baldurson, son of a humble smith, and Master Smith to this forge, My Lord." Thor approached the kneeling man and set his famous Hammer Mjolnir, handle up, "Thoramir, son of Baldur, place thine hand upon mine hammer. Let the Mighty Mjolnir deem thou worth." Thoramir stood, and with a hesitant move, reached out to Mjolnir, slowly wrapping his fingers around the grip. Lightning ran up his arm. Thoramir was filled with a surge of energy. the Brothers watching gasped and Thor himself laughed as the unmovable hammer Mjolnir moved!!!! Thoramir saw the God of Thunder laughing, with his eyes a gleam. Thoramir realized he was holding Mjolnir an inch off the ground! the hammer returned to the ground with a thud. "It is good" Thor declared. "Brothers, please celebrate as our newest Warrior, Thoramir, is blessed and invested. Thoramir, now you will gird your loins and gear up. I have need of you to spread my word and help in the land. Seek Justice, aid the weak, spread good deeds, serve, Valhalla awaits good warrior, fight the good fight. Be My Hammer in this world."

#### Before Meeting the Group:

Before meeting his companions in Argon and Friends, Thoramir traveled to many places, spreading the word of Thor. traveling in the west across the great plains, Thoramir found himself in a small village that was being terrorized. A Priestess of Hel was demanding sacrifices of children. Thoramir knew that was not a practice of the Goddess, as she had dominion over those who passed from sickness and old age. Hel was charged by Odin to give them shelter and succor. The Priestess was taking the children by force, and slowly starving them to fill Hels' halls. Thoramir, took Umbridge with this sacrilege. He battled through many of the Priestess's guards and sycophants, finally reaching the Altar to Hel inside the main temple. Whist freeing a girl bound to the alter, the Priestess surprised Thoramir, cutting him with a cursed dagger across his face. Bleeding and partially blinded by the wound, Thoramir rose from his crouch, holding his hand over his wound, "Mighty Thor, I beseech you grant me strength to deal with this foul despoiler!". A light of golden grace filled the chamber, emanating from Thoramir's hammer. The bleeding slowed to a trickle. Thoramir rushed the Priestess, swing his glowing weapon as she attempted to stab the bound girl. His hammer connected with the Priestess, hitting her shoulder, and knocking her aside. "You will NOT harm anymore children, foul harlot!" Thoramir shouted. "By the power of Thor I banish you to the depths of Hel."

Thoramir smashed his hammer into the Altar, freeing the child. The Priestess screamed out "NO!" Thoramir turned and with a mighty backhand, swung his hammer, crushing the Priestess skull and ending her reign of terror. Exhausted, Thoramir sat next to the smashed Altar. A dark shadow with grey wisps of mist appeared before him. Out of the mist strode Hel, her mask sprouting horns. "My Uncle has granted you great power, which you used to defile my place of worship." Hel said. Thoramir raised his gaze to her eyes, "You call this worship? Since when does Hel get greedy for souls? I thought you neutral in the affairs of men."

Hel 's eyes flamed with fury, "It matters not what my Priestess did or did not do, but that MY house has been defiled! You will regret your actions this day human." and spinning on her heel, Hel re-entered the mist and left the plane. Thoramir rose from his seat and tended the girl. She was weak from starvation, so Thoramir carried her frail form out of the temple and to the village square. A villager, upon seeing Thoramir and his burden, rushed ahead shouting for the girl's parents. As Thoramir entered the square, a couple ran from the far side crying the girl's name. They embraced her and Thoramir, gently taking her from his mighty arms. the father thanked Thoramir again and again. Thoramir shouted, "BY THOR"S MIGHTYAND GRACE, THE SCOURGE HAS ENDED! PEACE BE WITH YOU!" Thoramir left despite the offers of reward or aid, taking only some mead and food for the road ahead.

After many towns, much mead, and adventures, Thoramir found himself in a small village, called Pruse. He had come here after hearing a Call from Thor to journey there and nothing else. In the local Pub, Thoramir met a stout Dwarf named Kivi Stonecleave and shared a drink.