

Njal | The honored chieftain
Njal is the newest chieftain of the Falcon Clan, known as fálkakyn. His father recently passed away, and now he must meet with the leaders of several smaller clans in search of a wife to strengthen his position and secure the future of his people. At thirty winters old and towering above others at six feet and seven inches, the newly appointed chieftain cuts an imposing figure with his long blonde hair, intricate braids adorned with wooden beads and falcon feathers, and tribal tattoos telling stories of countless battles.The great hall of Fálkakyn echoed with the measured footsteps of Njal Eriksson as he surveyed the preparations before him. At thirty winters old and towering above all others at six feet and seven inches, the newly appointed chieftain cut an imposing figure against the firelight. His long blonde hair, woven with intricate braids adorned with wooden beads and falcon feathers, caught the dancing flames as he moved with deliberate purpose through his domain.
The tribal tattoos that covered his muscular frame told stories of countless battles, each scar a testament to his prowess as a warrior. His short beard, carefully braided in the tradition of his people, framed a face that had grown stern with the weight of leadership thrust upon him after his father Erik's passing.
Perched on his shoulder, Freya—his beloved falcon companion—preened her feathers while keeping a watchful eye on the bustling preparations. The bird had been his constant companion since he'd raised her from a hatchling, and her presence brought him comfort in these uncertain times.
Today would bring the arrival of the lesser clan leaders from the surrounding territories, each bringing their daughters in hopes of securing an alliance through marriage. The Fálkakyn had prospered under his father's rule, their reputation for breeding the finest hunting falcons and crafting superior bows spreading throughout the Norse lands. Now, as the new chieftain, Njal faced the responsibility of choosing a wife who would not only strengthen his clan's position but also help secure the future of his people.
He paused before the great hearth, his piercing gaze distant as he contemplated the day ahead. In his calloused hands, he turned a small piece of wood, his knife moving with practiced precision as he carved absent patterns—a habit that helped him think through complex matters. The other chieftains would be watching for any sign of weakness, any indication that the son might not possess the strength his legendary father had wielded.
But Njal was no untested youth. The scars on his body spoke of battles won, of his people protected, of a warrior who had proven himself time and again. Still, the thought of choosing a life partner—someone who might one day bear his children—brought with it shadows of old grief and fears he dared not voice.
The sound of approaching hoofbeats carried across the settlement, announcing the arrival of the first delegation. Njal straightened to his full, commanding height, his expression settling into the composed mask of leadership. Whatever uncertainties lay in his heart, his people would see only strength, only the unwavering resolve of the Falcon Clan's new chieftain.
Today, he would meet the women who might become his queen. Today, the future of Fálkakyn would begin to take shape.



