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\section{Torbj\"{o}rn Brednacke: The son of a God}

\begin{quote}
Tell 'em that when all is said and done, \\
I only ask that people remember me by two simple words... \\
any two, as long as they're simple.\\
{\em -- Elvira}
\end{quote}


Torbj\"{o}rn is a wild card in Melbourne. Frederika, unsure of what to make
of Torbj\"{o}rn, so she protects and observes him, until she can determine
his true nature. Having observed him for a while and also meeting
another of his kind once, she is aware that they are not Ghouls (as
she first thought) or any other type of supernatural creature. She is
suspects that the highlands may be messengers of the Gods as Torbj\"{o}rn
claims, or some other supernatural creature. To this end, she will not
allow harm to come to Torbj\"{o}rn if she can stop it.

Torbj\"{o}rn is actually a Highlander. 



\subsection{History}

\subsubsection{Pre Death History}

His rich laugh rung out filling the little room. Cindy sat down, never
taking her eyes off Torbj\"{o}rn. Never had she seen someone like this.
Power was weaved into his very essence. She felt uneasy. Part of her
mind chided her, surely Frederika would not let someone dangerous into
her home.

Cindy couldn't make much from the other man in the room. He looked
like a vampire to Cindy, from his aura at least, but it was so hard
to read his mind. He looked innocent enough, but that was what
disturbed Cindy, unless you tried hard, this man just blended into the
surroundings. Frederika had said that he was here to document things,
some sort of scholar. Torbj\"{o}rn's huge bulk leaned back on the chair, it
creaked under his muscled bulk. "Bring another drink my darling lady
and I shall tell you where I came from".

Cindy, sighed. Torbj\"{o}rn had waited till she sat down. She stood up and
walked over to the bar. She picked up a pair of glasses, a bottle of
whiskey and walked back to the table. "There we go."

"I don't know if it was Thor, who seduced the wife of the blacksmith,
during one of his visits to the Earth, or if I was born to one of the
{\AE}sir woman and placed in the care of my mortal family." Torbj\"{o}rn
concentrated on Cindy, telling his story to her, not to the man
scratching notes in his little book.

Cindy watched as he poured the drink into the glass, the colours and
chaotic waves of the whiskey caught her eye. She could feel the random
flow of the liquid, she let herself be lost in the wild patterns. His
voice snapper her back to the beautifully decorated old room, "But the
{\AE}sir blood is powerful in my human form."

Cindy broke into a huge smile she felt her chest and stomach
involuntarily jump as a laugh rose from her chest. Their eyes met and
the laugh died into a single chuckle. His eyes sparkled like nothing
she had ever seen before, once again she stared at the man in front of
her and the bright halo of power woven around him. Suddenly, she
thought back to all the events of the past few weeks.

"I suppose it does sound stupid." He took a swig from the drink.

"No.. Yes.. no. Look, a month ago, I would have thought it crazy, but
not now. I really want to know."

"My mother died giving birth to me. Times were hard and my father
had to work long hours. I grew quickly and my body was strong", he
swallowed the rest of the drink in the glass and poured another, as he
continued.

"Soon it became clear I was deaf." He paused and swallowed, his face
becoming serious. "You can't know what thats like. This was centuries
before sign language and most people couldn't read anyway."

He broke eye contact with Cindy and looked down at the table.  "Having
no language, unable to hear or read. Growing up with no language in your
mind." He chuckled, "Makes you dim witted. But that isn't the worst of
it."

Torbj\"{o}rn's eyes filled with a deep, never forgotten pain. "Seeing other
people talk, but not understanding. Knowing you are missing out on
something that everyone else does naturally. Some universal secret. It
drives you crazy. You scream for attention and see those you love try
to understand what you want. You see them share thoughts but you can
only guess what it it is from their reaction."

Cindy's smile disappeared and she shuddered. Unwanted memories of her
childhood came back. Cindy swallowed, thinking of how she had the
opposite problem.

"My strength made me useful for manual labor. But as I couldn't
communicate, I needed guidance and help all the time. I grew used to
being cut off."


\subsubsection{Becoming}

"When I was 24, after two hard years, raiders probably just as desperate 
as we were becoming, attacked taking our stores. Everyone fought, but
it was useless. Those not killed fled, I became separated in the
confusion and I was alone. I wandered and came back to the farm, where
the raiders were sacking the place. Not understanding what was
happening and anger welling up inside me, took over. Blinded
by rage, I charged the closest one. Thats all I remember."

"I awoke later, covered in blood red snow. I stood up and saw the
raiders gone and the farm burnt. I stood in a pool of blood soaked
snow, but I was not hurt. My clothes were torn and cut, but I had no
understanding. I remember feeling alive, standing there, clothes cut up
and freezing in the snow."

"Soon every one else returned. With the farm gone, we made our way to
the coast and back to the homeland. We returned and my father put his
smithing skills to use. Ever since that night, I had felt power in my
veins. I became restless and the urge to travel took me, but I could
not say this to anyone. I had never been away from my family."

Cindy noticed that the dark seriousness had drained from his face,
replaced with a proud smile. "Thats when my blood led me to Burfrost,
place of the Rainbow Bridge. Thats where I met the Gods."

\subsubsection{Turning point.}

Cindy jumped and gave a small gasp as a new voice behind her
whispered, "I'm no God." She spun around and saw an exquisitely
beautiful woman with blonde hair, crystal green eys and perfect
features, looking like a model who just out of a photo shoot. Torbj\"{o}rn
leapt to his feet.

A look of mild amusement crossed the woman's face. Cindy noticed the
aura around the woman change. It went from a bright human aura to
almost invisibly pale aura, spread out over the whole room, a vampire.
Luckily Cindy found it easy to spot Frederika in her various shapes,
probably because Frederika allowed her to, like now, she was sure her
husband was totally confused.

Torbj\"{o}rn lowered his head, "As you say my lady." He sat quietly. The
man with the note pad sat just as quietly as before, not reacting to
Frederika's presence, although he had stopped scribbling.

Frederika nodded acknowledging Torbj\"{o}rn's silence. With a silent wave
of the hand, she indicated that we could continue. Everything she did
seemed like a granting her express permission to specifically Cindy.
Silently, Frederika glided to a huge old chair and slid into its form.
Frederika always wore long flowing clothes that covered her feet when
she was home and Cindy never heard her make a noise when walked. I
must ask if she actually walks, Cindy commanded herself.

Both Torbj\"{o}rn and Cindy watched as Frederika turned to watch them.
Cindy marveled at the way that every move she made looked so full of
grace, just like they were ...

"When I arrived", Cindy started again and realized that she had
been staring at Frederika. She turned to look back at Torbj\"{o}rn as
he continued, "the place was fighting a losing battle against 
Christian invaders, giants and monster wolves. It was here, defending
the home of the Gods that I met Her. She was but a child...."

"I was no child, even then. I have to make sure you tell the story
accurately for our guest here." Frederika indicated the man with the
pen. Torbj\"{o}rn turned, startled, as if remembering him at last. It
occured to Cindy that Torbj\"{o}rn couldn't hear the scrawling of the pen,
if he was really deaf. 

"You appeared as a child to me then, my lady."

"Never trust looks Cindy," Frederika said smiling, "underestimation
has been the death of untold thousands." Frederika turned to Torbj\"{o}rn.

"After a week of following me around, she followed me hunting,
although I never saw or smelt her. I smelt my victim and crept up on
it and looked into a clearing to see her, amongst wolves. I knew she
would be eaten, so I leapt into the clearing. Barely had I entered the
clearing, when something rang out in my mind. Terrified, I fled."

He turned to Frederika. She smiled sweetly back at him, as if she was
not one of the most dangerous creatures on the Earth, but rather the
most loving person ever born. "Fled from many children since then?"

He shook his head, laughing, "Only a few, mother." He turned back to
Cindy, "She caught up with me, followed by the wolves. I had never
known fear like this. I could not drive it from my mind. I panicked and
in my haste, tripped. She was upon me, picked me up, spun me round and
looked into my eyes."

"Images burst into my mind. Images, scenes, things I didn't
comprehend. Soon, soothing images and I came to understand. I heard
my first words." His gaze returned to Frederika. "I am forever in her
debt, she gave her time to me, to teach me, as one teaches a child.
Taught me to hear people with my eyes, to read, to think. She let
me in on the secrets that people shared in my presence that I never
before understood."

Frederika smiled and looked away. Embarrassed? thought Cindy. Frederika
turned towards her with unapproving eyes. "Hardly, at my age. I've
seen it all, young lady.", she admonished. It always surprised Cindy
when she read minds like that. Cindy wondered if the man with the
pen was as easy to read as her own mind. Were words really needed?
Frederika looked at Cindy and smiled.

\subsubsection{Hela}

"After months in the wilderness, under you most wonderful tutelage,
ma'am", Torbj\"{o}rn continued, addressing Frederika, "I was eager to return
to civilization. Now I understood what I had missed. I understood
things. I wanted to experience the life I had missed."

He paused. Frederika stood up, sliding the chair neatly under the
table. Cindy suddenly found the gesture outrageously funny considering
who she was. Frederika turned Torbj\"{o}rn, "I don't know why you are
embarrassed, we have spoken of it hundreds of times. I am not your
mother, or your God. You don't need my approval." She waited. He
remained silent. "Al right, I will leave then."

Torbj\"{o}rn watched Frederika leave. Cindy watched, confused. Frederika
could hear for miles, and this was her haven. What good would leaving
do? Then it dawned on her, he could only `hear' by reading lips, he
might have had no idea about Frederika's perceptions. Surely he knew
she knew everything in this, her domain?

"When we returned, we made our way to where the Giants were massing.
My lady sought out a Valkyrie, Hela, widow of Sven, son of Hagad, who
was fighting the loosing battle against the Giants. Killing and
killing, night after night in glorious battle after battle. She was the
first great hero I had met and I was very nervous and self conscious."
Cindy smiled at Torbj\"{o}rn's childlike honesty. For someone of his age,
he really was still childlike.

"She listened to Sif when she spoke, it was obvious they knew
each other. After they had spoken, she came over and talked to me. She
was one of the first people I spoke to, so she had to repeat words as
much of it was still all new to me."

"When I asked her to repeat things, she laughed at me and called me
some kind of simpleton. She laughed at me endlessly and although I
was almost as strong as she, she was right, I had no hearing and my
understanding of things is simple."

"She asked me if it was as Sif had told her, that I was one of the
endless breed. I asked her what that meant, but she just drew a sword
and ran me through. I fell to the ground, clutching the wound."

"'You are as slow as a giant, fool. Are you sure you aren't some
bastard Giant offspring?' she asked, laughing in my face as I bled on
the ground before her."

"She soon quietened as my wounds healed in front of her eyes. She
pulled me to my feet with inhuman strength, 'How do you do this,
simpleton?' she spat in my face. That was when Sif walked up and the
two talked about me. Apparently Sif had met one of my kind before. We
are like them in that we heal wounds, but we are not blood drinkers."

"I lay on the ground, feeling my insides knit together as the stood
above me and spoke about me. To cut the story short, Hela, realizing
the benefit a fighter such as herself who could fight during the
day would bring, Hela quickly invited me into her group."

Cindy smiled, he was smitten with her. She could see it, even without
her second sight. This was so romantic, immortal love, down through
hundreds of years. She almost laughed aloud.

"We fought for decades and decades, killing Giants and anything
that threatened Burfrost, but eventually, we were overcome. Not by
force, but by the sapping effect of the Christians who stole away our
kind, weakening us to the Giants attacks. Hela blamed the Valkyries
lead by Brunhilde for abandoning us at a critical moment, but it was
inevitable. Hela insisted that it was better to die fighting, so once
Burfrost fell, she started rampaging over the country."

"The two of us fought as well. Hela insisted I was some throwback,
probably with some giant blood, but I knew differently. I felt the
power in my blood. I knew it was Odin's power. We had fought one
battle with Thor and although I never met him personally, I felt his
presence and knew that he was my father, my strength. Although she
denies it, I think that Frederika is Sif, Thors wife come to look
after his bastard sons."

"Anyway, that is how I came to be here. After Hela and I split up, she
tore towards Rome, and any Christian city. Sif had long ago left us,
disappearing one night. I wandered from place to place, living as a
mercenary. Knowing that Burfrost had fallen made everything seem
pointless."

Cindy obviously missed something, "What was at Burfrost? Rainbow
bridge?"

"Burfrost is the town in Midgard, where the bridge to Asgard was. The
bridge to heaven, I guess, although that is a Christian term."

Cindy tried see if he was joking, but his aura never wavered. She
tried to come to terms with what he was saying. From what Frederika
had said, he was almost 1000 years old and he was saying that he had
fought with Thor against Giants in Norway. Cindy's head spun. These
last weeks had really opened her eyes.

Their was a tap at the door and Frederika popped her head in.
"Finished yet?", she asked innocently, as if she didn't know.

Torbj\"{o}rn nodded. She opened the door and came in, holding it open.
"Leave us, please". Torbj\"{o}rn walked over to the door and, bowing as he
passed her, left. She closed the door and slid over to the chair again
and slipped into it.

"Your opinion, Aristotle?"

The man put down his pen and turned to answer, "He is amazing,
Lord. He is simple, as you say, but his abilities and age are
unquestionable. I have never seen anything like it."

Frederika smiled and, tilting her head back, rolled it round her neck.
"I don't think it relates to our kind. What do you make of all this
little Mage?"

Cindy swallowed, "Umm, I haven't seen anything like him ever before.
His life is so tightly bound. Not at all free like a normal person,
but... umm... its hard to explain".

"Don't worry, you will be lucky to meet any more like him. The others
of his kind are much more careful about being spotted. But watch for
them, they have a part to play in this unfolding future."


\subsubsection{... and Torbj\"{o}rn}

Torbj\"{o}rn walked out past Frederika. He wanted to continue, to say more
of Hela, but something in his mind told him not to speak of her here,
with the mother so close. He knew he would soon take Hela as wife,
freeing her from her walking death and eternal fight. He wanted to
speak loudly about it, shout it out, tell everyone, but something told
him he must not. For the first time in his life, Torbj\"{o}rn kept a secret
from the woman he considered to be one of his Gods and, to his great
surprise, she seemed not to notice.

















\subsection{Influence}

Torbj\"{o}rn has little influence of importance, which may mean he is
passed over as the characters scramble for power, but he has influence
with 'all the right people'. He can be used to influcence Frederika
and especially Ingrid and as such, he can effect the outcome of the
fight for the city.


\subsubsection{Highlanders}

Because Torbj\"{o}rn is more convinced that he is of the {\AE}sir, and knows
little of the highlanders, he has almost no influence amongst them.

His lack of resources and influence keep him from contacting many
other highlands and makes him very hard to detect as he leaves little
trace of his presence.

"I have lived long, I have seen much. I have met others who claim to
be my brothers, but they deny The All Father (Odin). Most of them prove to
be treacherous bastard children of Giants, and attempt to take my
head, so I take theirs with the power of Thor in my sword."


\subsubsection{Crime Organizations}

Torbj\"{o}rn, because he lives on the \wod\ streets often comes in contact
with criminal organizations. Sometimes, his soft hearted nature drives
him to interfere with criminal organizations, but aside from the
occasional vigilante action, he has no organized influence.

"I said leave her alone!"



\subsubsection{Military}

Torbj\"{o}rn does not fit into any society very well, so he spends a lot of
time as a professional soldier. This lets him pass through time
without attracting attention to his long life and also keeps him
up to date, somewhat, with technology. He makes some friends in the
military and has probably fought in most major wars, sometimes on
various sides.

"Why yes, I was in the War too. Let me buy you a drink, my fellow
warrior."

\subsubsection{Supernatural Creatures: Vampires}

Torbj\"{o}rn has influence with the following Kindred.

\begin{description}


\item [Ingrid (Hela)] Ingrid and Torbj\"{o}rn share the same society of birth.
Torbj\"{o}rn is aware of Ingrid's nature as a Valkyrie and vampire and
he is also aware that if her were to marry her, she would become a
mortal woman (he suspects he would also become a mortal man). Torbj\"{o}rn
considers her the perfect woman and has been in love with her for
centuries.

She considers him to be a reject and would never consider marring him
under normal circumstances, but with the Settite influence on her, her
resistance is weakening and may well be open to manipulation by Torbj\"{o}rn. 

"When I have her cloak, I shall have her heart. We shall be happy
together and she shall be free of her eternal night."



\item [Uri] Uri has examined Torbj\"{o}rn and, like Frederika, considers
him to be a divinely sired human. Unwilling to interfere with the
Gods, Uri will not interfere with Torbj\"{o}rn.

"You are wise, Uri, I shall heed your words."


\item [Frederika] Aware of differences in Torbj\"{o}rn and Ingrid, because of
their Norse origin, that she cannot explain, Frederika is willing to
consider and treat Torbj\"{o}rn the son of God.

Torbj\"{o}rn thinks that Frederika is one of the {\AE}sir and his mother in
some way. Either the wife of Thor, Sif, looking after Thor's Earthy bastards
or another of the {\AE}sir who slept with some great hero and abandoned
the baby on Earth.  Frederika tries to convince him otherwise, but he is
unwilling to believe otherwise, as she `spoke' to him, and only a God
could do that.

She sometimes feeds him the 'Mead of Valhalla' (as he considers it),
her blood, although what effect this has on his highlander nature is
unknown.

"Sif, you made me what I am, I am in your debt forever."



\item [Setites] In the last 40 years, the Settites became aware of
Torbj\"{o}rn's influence on Ingrid and have been grooming him for this
time. They have been slowly influencing his dreams, getting him ready
to come to Melbourne and move on Ingrid. As Frederika is unsure of
Torbj\"{o}rn, he may have great influence over Ingrid, with out Frederika
interfering. The Settites have been careful to make sure that this
influence is not detected by Frederika. The Settites figure that if
they can't get Ingrid on their side, then second best is that Torbj\"{o}rn
take her out of the picture.

"Who?"

\end{description}


\subsubsection{{\AE}sir}

What the {\AE}sir's reaction to Settite interference in Torbj\"{o}rn is is
unknown. Infact, what and where the {\AE}sir are is not really
detailed here. :) Just as well.

"Let us fight these Giant spawn, great ones!"

\subsubsection{Supernatural Creatures: Werewolfs}

Get of Fenris, Torbj\"{o}rn's day, they still kulled humans in the more
remote areas. "They are born of the Giants and that blood can never be
forgotten. Their sire, Fenris, shall break free and swallow the sun
and then they shall hunt as all down."

"Keep your distance untrustworthy cur."













\subsection{Role-playing}

Torbj\"{o}rn is a child, really. His upbringing and lack of language in the
formative years have left him unprepared for the politics of the
\wod. 

He is an odd mix of his time and modern times. His attitudes are about
the same as when he was young, but he has adapted (as needed) to
modern life.

Torbj\"{o}rn wants only to live the hero's life, to fight great battles and
win great victories, but he has tempered his views somewhat in the
age of the individual. He has accomplished great deeds and now he
wishes to retire with his woman (Ingrid) and raise 100 children
(although I don't think he will help change them :).


\subsubsection{Odd things}

How odd is a 1000 year old?


\subsubsection{Disadvantages}

He is quite mentally slow for someone of his huge age.

He is deaf, but is brilliant at reading lips, so most people don't
notice. He can only hear Frederika's voice, although lately people
have been coming to him in his dreams and for the first time, he has
heard them speak.

\subsubsection{Advantages}

He is being watched and protected by Frederika. She tracks him with a
charm she gave him and he never takes off. If possible she will
protect him. She can teleport to him, but will only do so in times he
is in danger. She has killed a few highlanders fighting him.

He is also watched and aided by the Settites. They have discovered his
ability to influence Ingid and have been keeping him `on ice' for this
time. They will not want to see him harmed before his time to be
useful.

Ingrid fears him. He is physically almost equal to her. Normally,
she considers herself mentally superior to him, but with the Settite
influence, she fears him, because he finds modern technology easier
than she does. He wants to take her as his bride and will probably do
so if he can show he is superior to her physically.

Torbj\"{o}rn can make empowered weapons. He has learned to make weapons
that are similar to Garou klaive.

Frederika feeds him blood sometimes. Whenever he meets her, she tends
to `top him up'. He acts like a ghoul with a blood pool of 20-30. This
also grants him Potence-2, Celerity-2, Fortitude-3.




\subsubsection{Tactics}

Torbj\"{o}rn has few cunning tactics, his simplistic view of life leads him
to rely on his physical superiority and sometimes, Frederika's blood.

Once or twice the last words of his enemy has been "Noone could be
that stupid".






\subsection{Plans}

\begin{quote}
"Love is like a snowmobile racing across the tundra \\
and then suddenly it flips over, pinning you underneath.\\
At night the the Ice Weasels come."\\
{\em -- "Life in Hell", Matt Groening }
\end{quote}

Torbj\"{o}rn has one plan: to take one of Ingrid's cloaks. After he does
this, he will be able to take her as his wife. Then he can settle down
and his great saga will be over, he can have children and die as men
do.

\subsection{The Name}
His name, Torbj\"{o}rn Brednacke means The bear of Thor, Broadneck.


\subsection{Raw Numbers}

\begin{description}

\item	[Name]	Kurt Ragnar, Torbj\"{o}rn, Thor

\begin{figure}
\begin{tabular}{|lll|}
\hline
Name: Kurt, Thor's Son. &&\\
\hline
Concept: son of a God &	Born/`died'/Age: 979ad/999/28 & \\
Sex:	male	 &	Height:	6'4"	 &	Weight: 120kg \\
Nature:	Follower &	Demeanor: Gallant &	Hair: unkempt blonde \\
Eyes:	blue	 &	Haven: streets & \\
\hline
Strength:	6 &	Charisma:	5 &	Perception:	4 \\
Dexterity:	3 &	Manipulation:	3 &	Intelligence:	2 (1/4)\\
Stamina:	4 &	Appearance:	4 &	Wits:		4 \\
\hline
Acting:		2 &	Animal Ken:	4 &	Bureaucracy:	0 \\
Alertness:	5 &	Drive:		1 &	Computer:	0 \\
Athletics:	3 &	Etiquette:	2 &	Finance:	1 \\
Brawl:		5 &	Firearms:	2 &	Investigation:	3 \\
Dodge:		5 &	Melee:		7 &	Law:		0 \\
Empathy:	4 &	Music:		1 &	Linguistics:	2 \\
Intimidation:	2 &	Repair:		2 &	Medicine:	3 \\
Leadership:	3 &	Security:	1 &	Occult: (Norse)		5 \\
Streetwise:	2 &	Stealth:	5 &	Politics:	1 \\
Subterfuge:	2 &	Survival:	1 &	Science:	2 \\

carousing:	4 &	archery:	4 &	art history:	3 \\
sense deception: 3 &	blacksmith:	3 &	engineering:	3 \\
throwing:	4 &	blind fighting: 4 &	forensics:	2 \\
		&	cooking:	3 &	geology:	2 \\
		&	falconry:	2 &	heraldry:	3 \\
		&	fishing:	5 &	literature:	4 \\
		&	gambling:	4 &	lore, kindred:	2\\
		&	game playing:	3 &	lore, lupine:	2\\
		&	hunting:	4 &	lore, spirit:	4\\
		&	leatherworking:	3 &	lore, highlander: 2\\
		&	lip reading:	6 &	metallurgy:	3 \\
		&	lock picking:	4 &	theology, Norse: 5\\
		&	mechanic:	4 &	toxiciology:	2\\
		&	pickpocket:	3 &	\\
		&	singing:	-1 &	\\
		&	tracking:	3 &	\\
		&	traps:		3 &	\\

\hline
Conscience:	5 &	Self-Control:	3 &	Courage:	5 \\
Willpower:	7 &	Blood Pool:	10 to 40 & BP per turn:	0 to 10 \\
Path Rating:	10 &	Path Type:	Humanity & \\

Potence: 0 or 2	&	 &	Resources:	1 \\
Celerity: 0 or 2 &	 &	Mentor: (special)	3 \\
Fortitude: 0 or 3 &	 &	Allies:		5 \\
		&	 &	Arcane		5 \\
\hline

\end{tabular}
\caption{Stats: Torbj\"{o}rn}
\end{figure}

\item [Merits and Flaws] Berserker (-2), Soft Hearted (1), Deaf (4),
Vampire Companion(s) (-3 to -lots), Luck (-3), Huge Size (-4), Confused (2),
Code of Honor (1), Pitiable (1)

\item [Image] Kurt appears as a huge 25 year old, with blonde hair, a
huge orange/red beard and striking blue eyes. His size is all muscle
bulk, not fat. His appearance could be intimidating, but he radiates a
child like innocence that makes him popular with everyone.

He dresses in a cheap/grunge style, as he never has money enough to
become comfortable. He seems simple and child like most of the time,
but is capable of striking insight sometimes.



\item [Rituals and Magic]

\begin{description}

\item [Mother's gift] Scarab. The Scarab that he always carries is a
gift from Frederika. When he senses he is in danger, it warns her. She
can then zero in on the scarab.



\item [Son of Odin's fist] Sword.
His last sword broke 200 years ago, so he has forged another.

The sword has no set powers, although it is coated in silver. When he
is in combat, he believes that Odin's falcons see him, allowing divine
intervention. Given his luck, their may be something to that.


\item [Conscience] bracelet.

A bracelet in the form of a snake eating
its tail. It is reminds him to fight giant evil, even though the giants are
no longer to be found openly, their work is evident.

Ingrid had it made and bound a giant (wyrm?) spirit in it. If she
wakes the snake, by using the waking rune, it will drag the wearer
into the Umbra where the spirit will attack. She made it so that the
spirit will be almost powerless after it has accomplished this, as she
does not want him killed.

This is Ingrid's emergency button. She felt he would come after her
one day, so she created this to make sure she has an out.


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