Forging a Legend
Half Giant Paladin
Olaf was brought into the world under unusual circumstances and from unusual lineage.
He was born at midnight on the last day of the year. His mother was a young girl not more than 17 who had been held captive by a Norse raiding party and despoiled. She took the attention of the head of this party and he made sure she was used regularly. The unusual thing was he was a man of 7 foot or more so Olaf has been told and able to break barrels with his bare hands. The unusual thing is that as Olaf was born his father for use of a better word was struck down by a bolt of lightning. The ship they were on hit rocks and started to sink. Olaf and his mother were ushered into a small boat and set a drift by one of the deck hands. The ship was swallowed in seconds and all hands were never seen again. Olaf was raised in the northern wastes as his mother was adopted into a tribe of hunters and nomads. She was valued for her toughness and for her will of iron. She immediately took a place of power in the community because she made sure that the chief took her as his bride. Time passed and Olaf started to see he was a little different. By the age of 7 he stood 5’2 and was broader than most men. He was inducted into warfare and herding as was befitting his stature and the chiefs son was expected to be able to handle himself and be ready to lead if needed. Along with weapon training olaf was thought to read and write by the elders. He made sure to spend time with the priests as he felt that he was different and lost often. With the guidance of the elders and the priests he found comfort as they seemed less concerned with his physical looks and more about his spiritual and intellectual capacity. As one said to him one day….any fool can swing a sword but not all can swing the world.
Olaf spent his early years hunting fighting and learning the northern lands. There is not a square mile he has not walked upon or indeed slept at . his tribe travelled often and worshipped the gods who taught them strength loyalty tenacity and honour.
Olaf and a small band of hunters were out one day when they saw a large Dire wolf about to bring down a caravan. With the thought of a glorious fight Olaf charged toward the wolf before his band. As he and the small band reached the wolf with weapons drawn he could see that the caravan was lost. There were no screams for help or dying knells. Olaf was first to swing weapon as he got there first, the Wolf was extremely fast and had no fear of the men surrounding it. Olaf wielded a sword and shield in this fight and was quickly on the defensive. The wolf moved through and over with such speed that soon there was only olaf left standing. The wolf had been wounded but showed no sign of slowing yet olaf felt weary as it was a drawn out fight and his adrenaline was fading fast.
He decided to try a plunge as the wolf pounced but slipped and ended up getting trapped beneath the beasts razor sharp claws. Just before the wolf slammed his jaws around Olafs throat a dazzling light struck their forms. The wolf froze in time yet Olaf could still move. A voice as stern and commanding as any ever heard told Olaf to stand and listen up. Olaf followed the command without thought. And as he rose he saw a form in front of him that both terrified him and had him in awe. There stood a frost giant some 20 feet tall and all clad in gleaming white armour. Upon his back was a giant axe and great sword. When Olaf found words to speak the being in front of him said simply that he had been chosen to find The Daughter of the North…the rest is all hazy and Olaf cannot remember if the daughter was a person, relic tome or city. Only that it was not here and that he must travel to find it. The ]wolf lay down and awaited the killing blow but Olaf couldn’t find it in him to do this they had both encountered a god together and that forged a bond . Upon realising the fight was won Olaf searched the wreckage of the few shattered wagons and discovered in a large crate. A suit of very large gleaming white plate armour and an Axe far too big for a man to wield. They were his from the God this was for sure so he took a moment to wash and pad out himself before fitting the armour in place with his companions to assist. It was a perfect fit.He took up the great axe and found he could wield it single handed. It was like it was part of him. It hummed softly in his hand like a gentle breeze flowing across the thundras just before a storm rages.Within the crate there was also a key. It was made of a silvery /glass material and was unusual in design. It hung upon a mithril chain andonce put over his head the chain shrunk and clasped like a chooker. Not restrickting in anyway only firmly in place. It cannot be removed at all yet…The dire wolf followed and prowled all the way back to camp . as he approached the camp he looked at Olaf nodded and bounded into the night. Olaf could still feel the presence and knew it would come to him once away from the camp.
When olaf told what he could remember the priests prayed and heard through their god that Olaf had been chosen to do the gods work, He had been made a Paladin and was entrusted with his Oath. The priests sent word to Wolvesfang keep as knew he would require the correct training now. His time as wandering hunter was over.He trained more with great weapons from that day and realised his strength was better suited to larger weapons. As time passed the exact mission has faded or been lost to him but he feels directed to different places on occasion and is sure he is being guided towards his path.
Olaf left on his 25th birthday. Feeling fully ready to start his quest he set out towards the south. After many small encounters and adventures heading south he found a new strength…….On one impressive and extremely dangerous adventure he discovered prior to this he had fallen asleep in a cave and during the night a large polar bear decided to try feed from him. With no time to don weapon or armour he relied on his strength and tenacity. They grappled and bit and clawed each other for what seemed like hours until with one mighty punch Olaf felt the might of the gods smite the beast down. The power that flowed through his body has changed him forever. He knows his faith is one of his gods choosing. He is a servant and minion of Winter.He used his survival skills to fashion a weather cloak and to fur trim his gloves and boots with polar bear pelt. The winds of winter have far less effect upon him now
Right now he is testing his toughness and ability to withstand difficulties in the south. But he knows the gods guide him and he just hopes someday that his memories of what he searches for comes back.
Description : Olaf is a giant of a man standing just under 8 feet tall. He is a wall of rock hard muscle and its obvious that he is no mere human. Yet by his appearance being so tall and physical its always a curiosity that he attracts many kind people to him, With his educated upbringing and constant travels he has a tome of tales and very charming way when in civilization. He is the likable giant. He can be as serene as a frozen glacier until endangered or fighting his cause then he can roll like and avalanche and sweep all from his path. A distinctive feature is his skin is a pale blue and he can no longer grow hair upon his head. His eyes are a winter blue and they have been know to glow in the depths of darkness.
Party wise right now he has adopted the Halfling like a lost wolf cub , her unusual connection to the wolf god and his obvious favour has created a bond between them. She has given her chain into his keeping as knows he is the only one in the group strong enough to control the beast within her. For now he will aid and guide until she reaches balance within herself and finds her own path. But for now she is his ward. And friend.