This blade is not old, nor is it renowned. It means alot to the one that bears it, however, and can be very deadly if used properly.
You might think this is just crippled man living in the woods, but he has been through alot more than you would think.
A soft smile and good nature hides this mans true intentions.
Resting in tree branches and picking his teeth, this creature wastes the day sleeping or walking across the country side.
A simple leather harness covered with an odd assortment of axes.
Not everything apears to be what it is. Orcs were once elves at one time…
Ansgar is a Rohirrim (Same race as the Riders of Rohan)that wanders aimlessly along roads and paths mearly to see the world or to patroll… depending if he is employed or not. He usually sings or whistles while traveling and is quite formidable looking while riding his meara.
A land is reigned by a circle of powerful men who control every aspect of the citizen's life. This cabal changes members often. In reality, the spectres of a small necromantic covent possess and control the people in power. Since they simply possess the bodies, they can leave when old age overcomes their shells and possess a new up-and-coming noble.