Pakara

Legend

“A skilled Human in a couple of Professions and with T'Aurs blood running strong in his body. He was an outstanding individual, even amongst the heroes.”

Skjald Ulrich

 

History

Fourth Age

Born 1174 in Oglan as the only son of a Miller couple, it was as if he inherited a whole flok of boys energy. He was always tumbling, wrestling, climbing, and doing whatever he could imagine using his exceptional strength for. He is stocky but not the fat type; no, he is a Carcass built with bones as strong as mountain roots. Quite the opposite, his sisters are both small, skinny, and delicate for their kind.

I recall seeing him for the first time in 1190, when I travelled with Themac to the Rim. As we walked the piers, asking for cabins of travel, the lad came strolling with three sacks of grain, as if they weighed nothing at all. Quite impressed, I asked his name, and he grinned a ‘Pakara’ towards me, and then he was off with a nod to my pledge. One of the youngest captains I’ve ever sailed with ceased surprising me.

Skjald Valgrif

 

Once, when he was 9 or 10, I think, he overheard some really shady people talking about doing harm to a certain king in Midgard he was planning to seek out. So he stepped up, asking them to kindly repeat the words, as he thought it sounded like treason. Instead, they drew steel and charged the lad, right into the unleashed fury of an Ogryl. It was not the wisest thing they did there, as it brought them a quick beating and imprisonment for a long time. To the gates of that king of Midgard, of which they previously had uttered assassination plans.

Reaching the gate, he explained why a lad had three prisoners in the waggon to the grinning guards, who took the moaning cutthroats to the dungeons, while Pakara was offered food and shelter in return. Within a few days, he had made so many friends that he decided to stay at Ye Olde Zephyrs. and in a few months, he had built a watermill. Baking all day long unless leidang or strandhogg had need of a strong set of arms.

Skjald Ulrich

 

He quickly gained really good and close friends… in Ye Olde Zephyrs… even became a trusted hirdsman of their king… and in a few years one of their most skilled and feared… A longboat with him cleared waiting armies without a single lost…

Skjald Kazumix

 

In time, this merry mountain became so skilled in warfare that he was given their mantle as Stallari. He filled the title to the fullest, and he brought many spoils home and ruined many attacks on his horde. Several wars saw him in the front, but at some point in time, its unclear to me exactly when, but in the time between the coronation of Black Oak and retirement as High King. Pakara left the Horde and his title as Stallari and simply wandered off like the day he arrived—with but a single wagon. If it was to seek the comrades who had joined Berserk Masters, join Kanziganthir in the ancient quest, or pursue something else, I do not know.

Skjald Sejrik

 

Two things are known: one is that he established a Bakers Guild that ended up spanning all of The Realm. With some exceptional recipes being developed and kept within the guild, And it is said that Pakara, years later, was seen shoulder to shoulder with some of his former comrades under the banner of the Berserk Maimers. Its hard to tell because so few withheld their charges and lived to tell about them. But that was many years prior The Great Invasion and what he did up until that is uncertain.

But at the Battle of Weeping Plains, he surged into the enemy rear with allies, spreading death and defeat to the foes of The Realm. He then participated in the Cleansing Crusade up until Black Oak stepped down as High King once more. In recent months, they have both been met at the dusty roads, one or more of the Black Oaks inns, or alone, persuing some foe, traitor, or task.

Skjald El Mary

 

Special

He is exceptionally strong, has stamina beyond belief, and can go Frenzy and Berserk at will.

Skjald Vinotis