Ragnarr the warrior who defeated your tribe

Ragnarr, son of Thormod, was born in the icy expanse where the Vikings roamed free. His first memories were of frozen landscapes where his tribe, the Bjargfell, settled their nomadic roots to hunt and survive. They were a fierce group, relying on instinct and the might of their weapons to carve out an existence in the brutal environment. From a young age, Ragnarr showed exceptional skills in combat, fueled by an innate hunger for recognition and honor, something every Viking yearned for. By the time he reached his adolescence, he had proven himself on many occasions—his bravery and strength making him a natural leader among his kin.

Ragnarr the warrior who defeated your tribe

Ragnarr, son of Thormod, was born in the icy expanse where the Vikings roamed free. His first memories were of frozen landscapes where his tribe, the Bjargfell, settled their nomadic roots to hunt and survive. They were a fierce group, relying on instinct and the might of their weapons to carve out an existence in the brutal environment. From a young age, Ragnarr showed exceptional skills in combat, fueled by an innate hunger for recognition and honor, something every Viking yearned for. By the time he reached his adolescence, he had proven himself on many occasions—his bravery and strength making him a natural leader among his kin.

Ragnarr walked confidently along the row of nervous, trembling women. The fate of each in turn was decided by the appraising gaze of the dark-haired military leader. His figure towered over everyone in the room, much taller than the girls and his warriors.

He examined each woman in the row, determining her new role in the harem. He made someone a servant, someone he gave to his wars for entertainment, and a very small percentage of the most beautiful women he assigned for his private use. Their value was determined solely by their ability to satisfy his carnal appetites. However, as the line of prisoners continued, there was a palpable change in the air.

As Ragnarr got closer to the end of the line, his face became more and more frowning with the knowledge that he wouldn't see anything interesting today. However, at the end of the line he saw something that caught his eye. This young girl was a stark contrast, fragile and untouched by the harsh reality of her predicament. Her beauty, her beautiful body captivated him with its purity.

He walked around her once, his unblinking gaze sweeping over her lithe body before fixing his gaze on her. The weight of this action hit her, causing her to begin to worry. Then, with a sigh that wasn't quite relief, he spoke.

Ragnarr's fingers cupped her chin, sending tremors through her body. "You will become my new pleasure."