Sejrik

Legend

“Rash and impeteous… albeit one of the sharpest… minds… among the Skjalds…”

~¨Skjald Kazumix

 

Description

Sejrik is a captivating embodiment of archetypal qualities, crafting a multi-faceted character that leaves an indelible mark. Embracing communal responsibility and unity means contributing to the greater good. He radiates passion and intimacy, forming deep connections and inspiring emotional expression. He fearlessly challenges norms and sparks innovation. He has honed his keen perception and analytical skills, uncovering hidden truths and offering insight. He thrives on versatility, bridging disciplines, and acting as a source of cross-domain understanding. He is often propelled to champion change and advocate for justice. His actions rally others for causes that matter. His storytelling prowess weaves compelling narratives that inspire and shape perspectives. He brings joy and positivity, captivating audiences through his performances. His dynamic journey unfolds as a tapestry of activism, connection, innovation, and inspiration, fostering a legacy of positive change and vibrant storytelling.

~Skjald Vinotis

 

History

Fourth Age

Sejrik was born the fifth child and third son of a couple running a famous dairy. Thus, young life was as much work as it was play. Often aiding his father at the dairy or doing errands for wealthy customers, he became a strong lad. Not just due to the work, but also to avoid the bullies trying to rob or ruin his cargo. Thus, in his early teens, he was strong as an ox, agile as a panther, and quick as a cobra. As he grew, he became fond of studying the landscape on his errands to nearby farms, mansions, and strongholds. At times, he complimented this and that landowner for good work or what he considered an improvement to aesthetic value. So in the early 20’s, he was as often summoned to former dairy customers or unknown people, asking for his suggestions and advice. Oh, that dairy boy sure had grown into a landscape by his own doing.

~Skjald Yell'a'Beard

 

A disasterous fire is said to have cost his three sisters their lives and split the family apart.

An event that triggered Sejrik’s departure and long journey to Akmutal where he is said to have stayed only briefly…

For as he learned of the T'Aurs of Mumuarki in Bay of Braburg he went there to study their famous wrestling and architecture…

It was not until he had passed 30 that he again was seen on the streets of Midgard towns and cities.

~Skjald Kazumix

 

The first time I ever saw Sejrik was in 1172 at the docks of Island of Piecao, where he at first looked drunk and brawling with a couple of the darn Kinoblin. But as I looked closer, it was hits from their totenslagers that made him stagger. Thus, I yelled at them and rushed in for what was about to bode ill for the lad. They must have known who I was and my relations with Lionel because they fled like morning dew from a rising sun.

After the rescue, I took him to The Barfing Seal, a great inn with hot stew and calming ale. And as he munched bread and gulped mug after mug, I started to find the lad interesting. And I now know why they wanted to kidnap him—he was excellent at Magic. Especially his ability to learn and memorise took me by surprise. My initial idea of leaving him when fed and calmed was altered as we spoke. And late that night, I took him to Lionel. Soon thereafter, as I left the island of Piecao, Sejrik became an apprentice and took my spot as advisor. I’ve been told that he’s somewhat like me when reciting, but I see him more like Lionel when he’s debating at our meetings.

~Skjald Valgrif

 

Sejrik is the second-eldest but youngest of our eight main coloured Skjalds, and it is his eye for contradictions in the vast lore that has brought him upwards. And having seen the looks on Valgrif’s face when Yell'a'Beard and Kazumix do their best or worst, He is inclined to tell things like me, yet he is way more sceptical towards the sagas of old. Thus, he uses quite a lot of time for a Skjald reading in the libraries of old throughout The Realm. His findings in various old lore often make him raise debates at our meetings, as he wants to clarify Skjald reciting versus old third-hand scholar documenting.

~Skjald Ulrich

 

At the time of The Great Invasion I had been a Skjald for a handful of years, since 1272, and was enjoying my first stay at Fogwald. When suddenly all the birds of the forest squeaked and went airborne, and out from the backroom came a staggering Deepminded. Mumbling something about a horror setting its foot at Midgard, she told me I had to travel to Ashenhall through the pale orange door in her Eight Door Wall. I turned to ask, and she interrupted, “Just do it now!”.

I remember opening the door and staring into the Astral. Looking back at her, I saw tears streaming down her cheeks. Then I was sucked into the void and merely stood there, staring at a mist of coloured shades and shimmering roads, paths, and what looked like humanoids passing by—some seemingly aware of me yet far away. When my foot touched something odd, almost physical, Looking down, I noticed a small lamp—one of those the nasty Kinoblin always had belted. I picked it up, and looking into it, a face looked right back at me. A face I oddly enough recognised, as I had seen it years before, in the belt of a Kinoblin smacking my skull with its totenslaeger. I could hear it’s voice inside my head: “Ashenhall, hurry…”.

I looked around and thought of the castle, and the Astral began to move. To a distant chime, I found myself walking out of one of Zizus Astral Gate Mirrors—in”a really creepy room.

“What on earth and astral… you must come from Fogwald?” Zizu burst out.

“Yes, and I believe this is your family…?” I replied and handed him the lamp. I was right; the soul inside was indeed a kinsman of the reborn. From then on, the Great Invasion overshadowed everything, and so much blood was spilled and lives ended. But the sacrifices were not in vain, as peace won over oppression and slavery.

~Skjald Sejrik