Torolf Iron Greaves

First Knight of the Knights of Blackwood and First Knight of the Knights of the Sable Dragon, Lord of Alonis of Blackwood and Alpha of the FjallUlf. Born and raised in Midgard of the Norlund realms, shield bearer of Mane and survivor of Ragnarok and Bedlham.

History
Son of Báleyg, born in the village of Fjallhom in the realm of Midgard, now believed lost to the destruction of Bedlam. He traveled Midgard fighting for various kings as a member of a warrior order known as the Fjallulf.

When the horn sounded, this order gathered and crossed a portal to fight at Ragnarok. Some fell on that field, but Torolf survived even after darkness scattered the forces of both good and evil. Several more of the order were lost to Bedlam in the following battles. At the last great push against the forces of Darkness, the Fjallulf were chosen to lead a sacrificial charge to hold ground against the enemy making time for the gathered Shaman to cast a terrible magic. It was hoped that this desperate act would finally expel Bedlam from the Norlund realms.

Sometime after the blast of magics, Torolf awoke in a wilderness dazed, badly injured, and alone. He did not then realize that he was stranded in the Realms, far from where the battle had raged in Midgard. But seeing the sky and stars were not those of home, he assumed he was in one of the lands of the dead. With no healers, Torolf did his best to bind his wounds and survive in the forests. After wandering the wilds for an unknown length of time and growing somewhat feral, he encountered Sirs Vawn, Duncan, and Symir. Believing himself dishonored dead, or at least cursed, Torolf abandoned all name and title, and those Knights took to calling him Red. It was during this time while they campaigned in the wilds that together they united the tribes, which became the Riverhawk Clan.

On learning that Bedlam also plagued the Realms, Torolf realized he was not in one of the lands of the dead and aided in its final defeat. Believing his fate fulfilled and his home saved, he wandered for some years visiting many nations. He fought indiscriminately in many campaigns and tournaments across the Realms hoping to draw the gaze of Odin and the Valkyries to reach Valhalla through an honorable death. Eventually, he wandered into the lands of Blackwood and became a fixture on their practice field. Both seeking to build his own strength at arms and training younger fighters as he had done among the Riverhawks. In time he began to look upon Blackwood as a new home and settled in Acteon.

When the call for aid from Ulric the Jomsviking reached the Realms, Torolf again sought to “pluck the strings of destiny.” He campaigned hard for the Norlund cause among the heroes of the Realms and joined them on many quests through the Nine Realms of the world tree. In his mind, he assumed the journey would end at the conclusion of Ragnarok and passing away in fire at the closing of the age. But the heroes of the Realms have strange ideas about fate and prevented the burning of the nine worlds. The Aesir fell, but new gods arose, and Torolf had a hand in the birth of their leader, the new god of thunder Crow. Again having outlived destiny, Torolf decided that there must be some work yet allotted to him. By Midgard custom, it is often a service to clan and kin which is required to satisfy fate. To that end, when competition for Lordship of Alonis was declared, he took up the challenge. He perhaps surprised some through solving riddles and translating cryptic runes and probably surprised less during combat and leading squads in tournaments. And at court after the tournaments of Creathorn in the year 1018, Torolf was elevated to Lordship of Alonis by King Sir Kerrell of Blackwood. Soon afterward, the Raven banner unfurled over the keep at Alonis, signifying its new heraldry.

On the field of Leviathan in the year 1020, after some visions and portents, Sir Arnulf Stormsforged appeared on the teeth of a storm. He issued Lord Sir Torolf a challenge for leadership of the FjallUlf. After a reciting of sagas and three fierce rounds of ritual combat Torolf was victorious. The pack of the FjallUlf thus reforged, who can say what destiny has yet to reveal.