Bjørn Reinhammer

Bjørn outside of Torunn wielding the Reinhammer Clan Battle-Axe

**Bjørn Reinhammer** is an Artefact Collector and Museum-Owner from the High Kingdom of Al'mador. Bjørn was a skilled Viking originally from the Fallen Kingdom of Vørheim but fell in the Battle of Torunn and washed up on the Nameless River in Al'mador. He wielded the infamous Reinhammer Clan Heirloom: The Reinhammer Battle-Axe. Bjørn resides in the Al'madoran capital of Syl'al'eve.

# History

## Vørheim: 168 - 199 AtD

### Early Life

Bjørn Reinhammer was born in the Vørheimi coastal capital of Torunn. His mother died when his younger brother was born, therefore Bjørn was raised almost solely by his father. His father was a hero to Vørheim, a truly exceptional warrior. Bjørn was determined to learn the way of the axe, yet his father was strict, ruthless and harsh. But alongside his brother, Bjørn mastered the weapon and earned the right to wield his clan's heirloom: the Reinhammer Battle-Axe. He joined the Vørheim army at the age of 12 and quickly rose through the ranks, reaching the rank of commander. Alongside his brother, Bjørn fought in multiple wars in the North, bringing victory and pride to his Kingdom.

### Battle of Torunn

During the Battle of Torunn, the Reinhammer brothers fought out at sea, defending their home-town. Suddenly, a swordsman slashed his brother's chest, killing him, and in the same swipe, Bjørn's right eye was sliced. His legs began to tremble and his head grew light as his boots left the spruce floor of his boat. Bjørn crashed into the frigid waters of Torunn, losing consciousness.

## Al'mador: 199 AtD - Present

### Aluna's Farm

Weeks had passed, Bjørn washed up onto the bank of the Nameless River alongside Aluna's potato fields. She noticed the body while filling her bucket, curious, she crept up to Bjørn to see if he was still alive. The Viking turned over and let out a barbaric roar. Aluna stumbled and shrieked, slipping into the clouded river as she awkwardly flung her bucket. She exclaimed for help as the nearby Knight, Nienna, hurried to her aid. Nienna unsheathed her sword, prepared to strike. However, Bjørn didn’t move. He just stood there, slightly bent over, with his arms by his side and his large battle-axe still tied to his back. Nienna put her sword away, calling Aluna to prepare some baked potatoes, as she noticed the Viking was injured.

### The Museum

Days had passed. Bjørn sat on the other side of the desk in front of Nienna in the Syl’al’eve barracks. The Viking had already previously told the Knight about his story, although his recent memories had faded. Nienna understood the consequences of being a warrior, she felt for the Viking. She suggested that Bjørn should remain in Syl, claiming that he would make a great solider. Bjørn ignored her, and instead inquired about Vørheim, asking the Knight whether she was familiar with it. ‘The Kingdom in the North? The one that fell a few weeks ago?’ Nienna said. Bjørn didn’t move, frozen as if a statue. His nightmares weren’t just dreams after all. He felt he had failed his brother. His father. His Kingdom. Bjørn vowed to never use a battle-axe again and locked his away. He spoke more with Nienna, Bjørn was interested in the culture of Al’mador. So with the help of the Knight, he decided to settle down in Syl’al’eve to create a museum, filled with valuable artefacts.