BORN: 26/11 1161 in
HEIGHT: 193 cm
Baldur saw the light of night, so to speak, in the lighthouse his father had created at the tip ofstretching the cliffs of far out into . He had two elder siblings, which he as child followed into the nearby fishing village to play with the few kids his age. As time grew and these retracted into their parental trades, he began to show interest in books and scrolls. As years passed he also became interested in minerals and herbs, which he thought could be used in various innovative ways. So when not studying every tome, scroll and parchment he could get his hands on, he roamed the shores and cliffs.
It was during these he began to notice the amount of wrecks at the shores of, and all the way to . Thinking about all the dead crew and passengers, he began to argument other seaside towns he visited. To build whatever lighthouses they could and in unity share the costs for lighthouse keepers and their family. Some towns immediately joined in, others thought it a good idea but scoffed the expenses. But, these declines didn’t stop him and he pursued his vision, wandering from town to town. Staying at the willing ones for short periods to help plan the lighthouses, the funding for a keeper and finding a person capable and willing.
It’s said that Tuuna and Black Oak was sitting at the sandbanks of below Tuunas new stronghold south of sharing ale and bread meanwhile discussing fortification of the sandbanks to protect the fishing boats and nets. When Baldur strolled up to them and gave his usual friendly “Greetings, so this where my light guided me. May I sit?”
To which Tuuna responded by jumping up and in a floating move placed the tip of his broadsword at Baldurs throat, meanwhile staring at the edge of Baldurs greataxe, gently resting at his nose. Baldur told me that Black Oak merely grinned a, “Now that’s an interesting outcome. Stalemate in first swing Tuuna, I think this lad has some skills but lets not test that today”.
It was during his stay at Black Oak agreed to sponsor it. Main reason was that many Hordes had begun to mention an improve in cargoes reaching their destinations and sailors end envoys reporting of more secured travels. The only downside was rascals misusing these to lure ships to sail to their destruction, but for this Black Oak arranged with some other Horde kings that a force was set up. It’s goal was to travel the lands and even though he was quite capable with the greataxe, Baldurs focus was on creating lighthouses and trying to find a way to make them beacon without burning wood. So a named was given command on the force which based on Baldurs reports from his growing net of lighthouses would travel out and round up these shipwrecking vultures.that Baldurs vision gained its major momentum as
He is somewhat in the shadows, but its said that Lord Nam he heard that F.F. Jaeger seemingly had found a solution to the wood issue. So Baldur traveled to the Free City of Muldum and when he came back, it was with a new device based on special woven rope, oil and glass. Quickly Lord Nam began reproducing these and around 1236 every lighthouse had a .ravens was used to communicate among the lighthouses in the beginning. I’m a bit uncertain when they stopped using the Ravens, but what is certain is that Baldurs and grew with great speed. And in the spring of 1228 discussing ways of artificial flames and light-sources with
Baldur spent the next 11 years traveling Midgard and all the lesser isles. Even Darin felt his boots, smile, and in some cases his greataxe. So, in 1248 just 2 years prior the crowning of the 1st High King and forming The Realm lighthouses stood along every shore of all the 9 islands.
Mission accomplished Baldur resigned asand left charge of and to younger fresher men. Retiring to his grand spire at to study alchemy and see if he somehow could make a better way to light the spires than using oil.
Some close to his work, like The Great Invasion smashed onto with a force previously unseen., claim he mentioned he was real close to finding a solution when
As they flooded his spire, his eyes came afire….
Light at house and foot he ploughed their ranks…
And delivered them death, their own cargo…
But alas, to big a sea, to many a wave, to hard a gush…
Into a lake utterly red, he joined the dead…
Forever to stroke, his shores like a gentle bloke…
Forever to smile, as waves they break…