Mýrin Alsskógur

Mýrin Alsskógur (IGN: Myre36) is a Skjoldic historian and librarian living in Sethris. He is currently the owner of the Whiteridge Library.

Early life
While Mýrin never knew who his parents were, he knew they originated somewhere in Sørligiste, a region in southern Rathnir. At some point they migrated into Eldham and settled down in Steinborg, Skjoldrbrodir's capital in Eldham, where he was born. However, shortly after his birth, his parents left him at an orphanage and disappeared forever. He was forced to live in the streets, eating scraps and stealing from the pockets of travelers. But one day when he was trying to gold from a traveler's pocket, he was caught. The traveler was a woman, a fierce warrior who traveled all over Eldham. Upon seeing the little boy, she felt bad for him, and decided to take him under her wing. She trained him in the arts of fighting, but also taught him how to read and discussed philosophical ideas with him. He never knew her name, but always referred to her as "Master". She would also often tell him stories of adventures and history, which is where Mýrin's fascination with stories and history originates from. He was never particularly courageous himself, but would most often watch his master fight from a distance.

On one night, many years after he left Steinborg, Mýrin and his master were faced with a harsh blizzard. It was difficult to see what was in front of them. After a while they found a cave, where they decided to rest. However, Mýrin was suddenly woken up by his master, who told him to stay quiet. Confused, Mýrin listened for whatever she had heard, and that's when he heard something from deep within the cave. Suddenly, two large, glowing eyes appeared from the darkness, coming ever so closer with every second. His master told him to run, and together they sprinted out of the cave. In his fear, Mýrin looked behind him only to see the thing chasing them emerge out of the cave. He had heard stories of it from the locals. Nóri, a gigantic and black feline beast, one with claws sharper than diamond and skin thicker than any armor. The beast looked at them, hunger in its eyes, before giving chase over the frozen plains. Mýrin's master told him to hide, before she turned and drew her sword, while Mýrin ran and hid by a nearby gathering of trees. There, he watched as Nóri approached his master, towering over her. And yet, his master stood her ground, sword drawn. The two battled for a long time, and all Mýrin could do was watch helplessly. As he heard his master's cries of pain, he wanted to draw his weapon and fight alongside her, but could not overcome his cowardice. After what felt like hours, the beast fell to the ground, laying there motionless. Excited, Mýrin ran back, but his excitement quickly waned when he saw his master lying on the ground. The snow around her was painted red, and he breaths short. Her sword lay broken next to her, and her shield splintered into pieces. He knelt next to her, in too much shock to do anything. She pulled him in, whispering something in his ear, until she drew her final breath. Struck by grief, Mýrin knelt by her for a while. He was angry at himself for being so helpless. Maybe if he had been there, his master would be alive? At that moment, he swore he would never be helpless again.

After kneeling there for a while, he took the broken remains of his master's sword and walked up to Nóri's body. There, he cut a sizable chunk from the beast's skin, enough to make a coat for himself. The thick skin and fur created excellent protection against the cold, and he wrapped it around himself to keep him from freezing. Then, he cut off one of the beast's claws and tooth, as well as one of its whiskers. After that, he set off into the blizzard, leaving the bodies of his master and the beast that slew her where they were. He walked for a while until he reached a small village, where he rested for a while, thinking of what to do next. A few days later, he made up his mind and went to the village's blacksmith. There, he commissioned a suit of armor made from the skin of Nóri, one that could both protect him from the cold and the strikes of his enemies. After that, he commissioned weapons and tools made from the claw and tooth he had extracted from the beast, as well as a bow with Nóri's whisker as a string. After that, he set off into a new chapter in his life.