Inosuke was born in a war and lived. His small village was raided and plundered by Northmen. Inosuke's father Noruko was sent to the front lines to protect the woman and children, it the last time he saw his son. As his mother Asai escaped on horesback carrying her infant child and rode for 3 days. Finally she made it to the other side of the island where the many people had taken refuge due to the massacre. Many hours past before the Northmen sailed up to the port and started to plunder again. Asai in her fumble, fell and going to pick up Inosuke was her last moments before watching a Northmen take her child to their boats. As it came he was sailed to be a slave once he grew old enough to do certain duties. When he came of age 8 he was sent to the farm and fish huts to work and survive. He gave his loyalty to the people who had taken him and mistreated him without even his knowing. Many years passed until the Jarl had called him a freeman, he chose to stay with his Northmen family. An just as they did he raided, plundered, and found a love for their gods. His recent voyage has sent him adrift and is now looking for land to explore.
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As my eyes meet this man I approach him with few steps forward and ask. "Hello, I actually am a wanderer. I've been looking for this place, sailing the oceans for several weeks can get you're hopes up." I say with a fatigued tone. As I point in a direction for us to walk I say. "If you should know, I am here to find allies. I heard many adventures with great stories roam these lands. I wish to practice my survival as well." As we continued to talk and look around the city, we would speak of small voyages and where our next journey would take us. Before we knew it the night had rolled upon us and our farewells were in order. "Goodbye my friend, and one day our paths will cross again and we can speak of grander stories than the last." Watching as he walked away I looked up, seeing my next path and turned to take it.