Doregg

Doregg before shaving his head to create space for more tatoos

Doregg is the last born son of Tormund, Berserker of Clan Winterblood and his spearwife Kaya, whom he stole from the Thenns. Known for his towering height and huge bulk of muscle he rules over the clan with an iron fist, crushing all who dare defy him.

## Appearance and Character

Standing at 7 feet tall and a weight of 330lbs, calling Doregg intimidating is an understatement. He sports a shaven head, covered in tattoos and accompanied by an auburn beard leading down into a braid.

Beneath the torso he clothes himself in the typical Free Folk hide clothing, for his torso however he has a mammoth-fur cloak that is passed down from Warchief to Warchief to show their status. He is typically seen wielding a massive steel two-handed double bladed war-axe which stands at 6 foot tall. It's blade was reforged from the weapons of a small band of crows he and his man beat to near death and left for dead. Its massive handle carved from the same tree that was cut down to build the tent needed to facilitate him and his height, the handle wrapped in elk skin.

Although appearing intimidating and always sporting an angry scowl on his face he is usually a friendly man towards his own people, but when he really is angry, be it someone taunting him or threatening his family or clan. His berserker nature surfaces and nothing but bloodshed can quench his thirst.

Lastly he has a keen mind for battle and although a berserker in nature, he is also a brilliant tactician, never wasting more of his forces than need be.

## History

Born during a stormy night on the 17th day of the 4th moon in the year 370AC, Doregg's milkname was clear as soon as he left the womb, 'Giantborn', bigger than any newborn child the Berserkers of Clan Winterborn had ever seen, Doregg almost tore his mother apart during birth.

As a child his parents were unable to control him, he'd always run off into the forests, looking to kill the various beasts that roamed them. More often than not he came home empty-handed, beaten and bloodied. So the boy kept training and training, becoming stronger and more skilled with weaponry, once every moon he'd head out into the forest again, looking to fight another beast. The cycle kept going until his seventh year when he headed into the forest, nothing but a basic axe in hand and came home, dragging the carcass of a stag behind him. Ever since that moment his thirst for blood and rage inside have been without end.

It was in his seventeenth year that he challenged the Warchief to a fight, the custom of Clan Winterblood was that any could challenge the ruling Warchief to a duel, the winner would get the title and the loser, they would be left to bleed out in the cold. If they lived, they would be welcomed back into the Clan, if they died, their body would be burned on a bonfire to celebrate the new Warchief. It was a long, drawn out fight, but Doregg had reached his full height at 7 feet tall and Dogard, the old Warchief, who had enjoyed his reign a little too much, had grown fat and sluggish. Naturally, Doregg emerged victorious. The Clan cheered, all heading for a feast of celebration, leaving Dogard to his fate.

When the clan awoke the next morning, Dogard's body was gone, a trail of blood leading into the woods. Doregg, now in command, assembled a force of twelve men and headed into the woods. They followed the trail until noon, when they found where it led. A cave carved into the mountains bordering the land of always winter. The party entered the cave and were met with a scene of a bear and her cubs, gnawing on Dogard's body. The bears were slain in a swift exchange, furs were handed out and the remains of the man were carried back to the settlement.

The bonfire lit bright that night as it ushered in a new era, the rule of the Giantborn. The Winterbloods prospered under his iron rule, none dared challenge the giant bulk of muscle and strength and 5 years passed, but one thing was missing; Doregg was still without a wife, so he ventured south as the Red Wanderer was within the Moonmaid to claim himself one. He and his band of warriors struck swiftly upon an encampment belonging to the Nightrunners and raided the huts until they burned. While his men were looting however, Doregg's eye fell upon a woman who stood over one of his men, her spear plunged into his heart. After a short skirmish between the two Doregg overpowered her, taking her home to be his wife.

The years onward were quiet, Winterblood territory was left uncontested and the clan expanded. Doregg gained four children, like his father before him: Tormund his firstborn son, named after his grandfather, Styr his secondborn son, Yvette his only daughter and Ragnur his lastborn son.

## Recent Events

Word does not travel as fast beyond the Wall as it does south, but it still travels fast and when word reached Doreggs ear that the Crowkillers were marching on Hardhome he decided he wanted to know more. He assembled a force of twelve of his strongest berserkers, heading southwards to parley with their leader.