Born to a sweet norlandic mother and father, Halfdann was just a wee babe when he was wisked away from his home among his father’s warband who vowed to protect him. Now he is among many in a cart heading for the charter known as Vilachia, his future and fate uncertain on the world of Arcas. With his sword and shield in hand, the necklace of his mother and the bracelet of his father. He was ready to carry on their legacy and destiny wherever it brought him. Halfdan was six years old when his father taught him how to use a sword. He was a strong, brave young lad even in his youth. People would say how he had a sparkle in his eye. When he grew up and ventured to Arcas, he would see to it that he would share a bond with all of his lost countrymen. He would find his people. He would figure his destiny out if it killed him!
Has a severe rash under his left thigh, don’t touch!

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