Bjorn Thunderwolf (ACs) - Revision history

Raziel: /* Berserker */

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Berserker

Raziel: /* Berserker */

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Berserker

Raziel at 23:17, 28 May 2026

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Raziel: /* Thunderwolf */

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Thunderwolf

Raziel: /* Thunderwolf */

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Thunderwolf

Raziel: /* Thunderwolf */

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Thunderwolf

Gigi at 19:49, 18 May 2026

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Raziel: /* ßєяsєяƘєя */

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ßєяsєяƘєя

Raziel: /* ßєяsєяƘєя */

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ßєяsєяƘєя

Gigi at 18:40, 18 May 2026

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 |Berserkers were among the most feared Norse warriors of their age, ingesting hallucinogens to induce a trance-like fury that carried them through battle.
- Viking berserkers existed as mercenaries for hundreds of years during the Scandinavian Middle Ages, traveling in bands to fight wherever they could get paid. But they also worshiped Odin and were associated with mythological shapeshifters.
+Viking berserkers existed as mercenaries for hundreds of years during the Scandinavian Middle Ages, traveling in bands to fight wherever they could get paid. But they also worshiped Odin and were associated with mythological shapeshifters.
 The word “berserker” itself is derived from the Old Norse serkr, meaning “shirt,” and ber, the word for “bear,” suggesting that a Viking berserker would have worn the hide of a bear, or possibly wolves and wild boars, to battle.

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+|Berserkers were among the most feared Norse warriors of their age, ingesting hallucinogens to induce a trance-like fury that carried them through battle.
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		+	'''History:'''
		+	When the last snow cracked and slid from the spruce boughs, Maddie Bjorn walked the ridge in a cloak of bear hide and smoke. The scar on her brow caught the low sun like a struck flint. Behind her moved her people—fishers and tanners, mothers with knives at their belts, boys and girls learning to hold a shield the way you hold a promise. They called her Bear Princess not for silk or crown, but because when the drum called low, a bear’s breath seemed to rise with hers.
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		+	They were not many, and the sea-wolves came early that year—oars biting the fjord, dragon-prows grinning for cattle and daughters. Maddie met them on the stones with twenty shields and the old songs in her throat. She chewed the bitter root her mother had left, smeared her chest with fat, and let the heat climb her bones. When the first spear flew, she stepped forward, and the raiders learned the measure of her name.
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		+	They left two ships lighter and the shore red. But the cost bit deep—smoke in the rafters, three graves on the ridge, a winter’s grain blackened. That night, while the wounded slept, Maddie climbed to the standing stone and spoke to the dark as if it were a council fire.
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		+	“If bear alone makes our wall, the sea will wear it down,” she said. “We need thunder.”
		+
		+	On the third day, the answer came out of the north: a column in gray furs, wolves trotting silent at their heels, spears feathered with white. Their chief, her son, Benji Bjorn Thunderwolf set his palm to Maddie’s, and the sky chose its moment to growl—one long drum-roll from cloud to cliff.
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		+	“We are the Thunderwolves,” Benji said. “We run fast and strike once. We have meat but no haven. You have a hearth but too few hands. Will you share your fire?”
		+
		+	Maddie looked at the wolves—yellow eyes like coals in snow. She looked back at her ridge, the graves, the children practicing the bind-and-turn in the yard. She raised her staff. “Fire shared is fire doubled,” she said. “Hunt with us. Winter with us. Bleed with us, and we will bind your names into our stone.”
		+
		+	They braided customs like ropes. Wolf-scouts learned to move in the green-dark under spruce; bear-kin learned to run light on ice, to listen for the split-second silence before a storm-break. They set a law-stake in the yard: justice first, fury last, and both together if the world asked hard.
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		+	Word spread. The next raiders found a shore lined not with twenty shields but with forty, wolf to left of bear, thunder to drum. Maddie stood at the center, bare-headed, eyes steady. At her right, Benji rolled his shoulders and smiled without showing teeth.
		+
		+	The horn blew. Wolves loped wide to cut the flanks. Bear-kin held the stones. When the ships grounded, lightning stitched the sky to the water and the first line broke before steel kissed skin. Those who leapt anyway met a wall that moved: shields locking and unlocking in time with the sky’s growl. Maddie went where the line bent, her staff ringing helm and wrist, her knife finding the place between plates. Benji was everywhere the eye could not be, teeth at tendons, laughter like hail.
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		+	It was quick and it was certain. When the last hull scraped free, a single oar beat retreat. On the tide line, Maddie lifted her staff, and the bay threw her voice back across the water.
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		+	“This is Bjorn Thunderwolf shore,” she called. “Speak gently, trade fairly, or turn your prow.”
		+
		+	They counted their living with both hands, their dead on a single palm. The wolves padded among the wounded and lay beside those whose breath hitched until it smoothed. Children wove new runes into the standing stone with charcoal and spit: a paw and a fang, a storm-mark, a circle unbroken.
		+
		+	In the seasons that followed, travelers learned the way of that coast. In spring, smoke rose blue and thin; in summer, salmon hung silver from racks; in winter, drums spoke to storms and storms answered soft. The clan kept a hall large enough for two herds to shelter, and a yard where bear-cubs of the tribe learned to wrestle while wolf-cubs learned to vanish and return with a ribbon stolen from a warrior’s belt.
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		+	When strangers came hungry, the Bjorn Thunderwolf split bread. When they came with blades, the ridge growled as one throat.
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		+	On the day Benji's first child ran the yard with a wolf pup snapping at his heels, Maddie set her palm to the law-stake and carved a final line under the others:
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		+	Bear keeps the hearth. Thunder keeps the road. Together, we keep the world between.

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-|Not Assigned
+|Yurimaximmof
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+|Not Assigned
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 |rowspan="4"|[[File: House Thunderwolf - Logo.png   |300px|thumb|center| ]]
 |Princeps:
-|вєηנι вJσяη TнυηđeяωoLŦ кяαcн (Benji Krach)
+|Benji Bjorn Thunderwolf Krach (Benji Krach)
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 |Delegate:
+|AFY Bjorn Thunderwolf (Afiladordenoobs)
 |-
 |Liaison:

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 !colspan="10"| Bjorn Thunderwolf (ACs)
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-|rowspan="5"|[[File:Bjorn Thunderwolf 2026.png |300px|thumb|center|]]
+|rowspan="5"|[[File:Bjorn Thunderwolf 2026.png |400px|thumb|center|]]
 |Sovereign:
 |Maddie Bjorn Fang (madee.revere)

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-===ßєяsєяƘєя===
+===Berserker===
 {| class="wikitable"
-!colspan="10"|ßєяsєяƘєя
+!colspan="10"|Berserker
 |-
 |rowspan="4"|[[File:Berserker House Logo 2023-2024.png |300px|thumb|center| ]]

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 |Delegate:
-|Benji Krach (Benji Krach)
+|Shelly Bjorn (Shelly Hugo)
 |-
 |Liaison:
-|Shelly Bjorn (shelly.hugo)
+|Not Assigned
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 |History:
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 ===Thunderwolf===