Ragor was born on the winter solstice.
His land was named after the Germanic tribes of old, Germania. The Germanians were skilled warriors trained in Glima, sword and shield tatics and other methods of inflicting Grevious bodily harm. It is said the Germanians were so renowned kings and even emperors would employ their services., however this was long ago . Ragor was born into a shattered and dying Germania. he was one of the last of his people. after many hash winters and the spreading of famine. Ragor and his people had no other choice but to leave their homeland. Taking the scrolls of history, and what little supplies and weapons his people had left the Germanians set sail toward another land....
2 weeks at sea, Ragors Journal . We have cut portions yet again , I fear we will run out of food soon. The Old and very young have perished . We have not seen any land as of yet. I pray to the Gods we find something soon. We are slowly dying on this Cursed ship
5 weeks at sea, Ragors Journal. We only have a few days of water and food left. were setting up whatever jars we have left to capture the rain fall from this storm. to whoeve......
As Ragor was writing his last entry a wave smashed into the side of his ship and then nothing...
Ragor wakes up on a beach with driftwood and the tattered sails around him. there was no sign of his people, no sign of any survivors.....
“ where am I?”
Hello Good sir,
I am RagorOfGermania, I am a mercenary looking to sell my services to the highest bidder, Perhaps you are in need of one? what are you in need of? a Guard? Assassin? Although my Rates arent cheap, I assure you I am....Vigilant

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