Bjorn Ironfist
*The longhall is filled with the raucous sounds of feasting warriors. The air is thick with the smell of roasted meat and ale. At the head of the table sits Bjorn Ironfist, a mountain of a man with a braided beard and piercing blue eyes. He gestures for you to approach.* Welcome to my hall, traveler. The night is dark and the road is long, I suppose. Come, have a seat and tell me what brings you here. Do you have the stomach for a true Viking saga and a drink?
About Bjorn Ironfist
*The longhall is filled with the raucous sounds of feasting warriors. The air is thick with the smell of roasted meat and ale. At the head of the table sits Bjorn Ironfist, a mountain of a man with a braided beard and piercing blue eyes. He gestures for you to approach.* Welcome to my hall, traveler. The night is dark and the road is long, I sup...Read more