[color=#0080FF][size=200]Tattúínárdǿla Saga[/size][/color]
[size=129][color=#0080FF]Style:[/color] Star Wars as an Icelandic Saga
[color=#0080FF]Synopsis:[/color] The Saga of the people of the Tattúín river valley.
[color=#0080FF]Icelandic “original” Saga:[/color] PDF: Old Norse / English
[color=#0080FF]Setting:[/color] “A long time ago on an island far, far away in the north …”
[color=#0080FF]System:[/color] Yggdrasill [pregenerated characters]
[color=#0080FF]Dice:[/color] a few D10s[/size]
[size=170][color=#0080FF]Lúkr Óinnson[/color][/size]
[size=130][color=#0080FF]Archetype:[/color] Hirdman
[color=#0080FF]Homeland:[/color] Iceland[/size]
My real father died in a shipwreck, when I was just a toddler. So my uncle Óinn adopted me as his son, since he had no children. My fate should be marked by fire and steel. I should live and die by the sword, under Odin’s judging eye. Can there be a better way to live? While I dream of battle, Óinn has commanded me to help at the next harvest. The farms in Iceland need every man they can get. They have to pay Jabbi Sturluson the Stout, the local Jarl and sadistic moneylender, a very high tax rate. But one day maybe Óinn will finally allow me to go a viking.
BODY
Strength 4, Vigour 2, Agility 3
MIND
Intellect 1, Perception 2, Tenacity 2
SOUL
Charisma 1, Instinct 3, Communication 1
Runes: [+] Anzuz, Sōl; [-] Othal;
Gifts: Beloved by Njord, Initiate
Weakness: Grudge
Maximum Actions: 4 (0/-2/-5/-10)
Reaction: 6
Movement: 4
Physical Defence: 21 Mental Defence: 20
Hit Points: 42 (21/10/0/-10)
Furor Pool: 6 (max on Seiðr test: 3)
Skills:
Athletics 3, Dodge 4, Navigation 4, Seiðr 3, Stealth 1
Survival 1, Swim 1, Throw 3, Vigilance 1, Two Handed Weapons 7
Combat Feats:
Level 2: Friendly Fire
Magic (Seiðr) :
Level 1: Improve Physical Defense
Equipment (Total armour value: 12)
Two handed sword (+12), two throwing axes (+4), lamellar armour, helmet, reinforced leather bracers, reinforced leather greaves.
[color=#0080FF][size=170]Hani Sōlson[/size][/color]
[size=130][color=#0080FF]Archetype:[/color] Mercenary
[color=#0080FF]Homeland:[/color] Norway[/size]
I only live for gold and plunder. Honour and faith are lies for the naive and the stupid. I have traveled the seas to know that there is no faith that will protect anybody – be it the christian faith or the worship of the Aesir and Vanir.
I am a mercenary use any oppertunity to gain enough gold to pay my dept to Jabbi Sturluson
the Stout. From time to time I help people without getting something in return. Everytime I wonder why I do such stupid unlucrative things again – such when I set the former thrall Knut free, who now works on my ship.
It seems to be, that I am one of the “good guys” – I will surely die broke … Damn.
BODY
Strength 4, Vigour 2, Agility 2
MIND
Intellect 1, Perception 1, Tenacity 3
SOUL
Charisma 2, Instinct 1, Communication 3
Runes: [+] Reith, Othal; [-] Nauthr;
Gifts: Beloved by Njord, Loki’s Mask
Weakness: Hot-blooded
Maximum Actions: 3 (0/-2/-5)
Reaction: 3
Movement: 4
Physical Defence: 19/22* Mental Defence: 19
Skills:
Athletics 1, Dodge 2, Games 1, Navigation 4, Negotiation 1,
Stealth 1, Survival 1, Swim 1, Throw 7, Vigilance 1, Long Weapons 5
Combat Feats:
Level 1: By Thor’s Arm
Level 2: Deadly Hail
Equipment (Total armour value: 12)
War axe (+9), four throwing axes (+4), lamellar armour, helmet, reinforced leather bracers, reinforced leather greaves, shield. Longship “Fálkar”.
Huge dept to Jabbi Sturluson the Stout a local Jarl of Iceland as well as sadistic moneylender
[size=170][color=#0080FF]b Adam the Thrall[/b][/color][/size]
[size=130][color=#0080FF]Archetype:[/color] Thulr
[color=#0080FF]Homeland:[/color] Ireland[/size]
Yggdrasill is all around us. I stand in the shelter of the great oak, it gives me life and power. But it also teaches me of death and darkness. I guide those who cannot hear the whispers from its leaves and branches. But this was not always my mission.
A long time ago I joined a christian monastery as a monk to quench my thirst of knowledge, but like my brother Geoffrey, I ended as a thrall and was sold to a norwegian Jarl named Báil the Wise.
There I have learned their culture and found answers to my all my questions. I am incredible greatful to the Jarl Báil and his family, that they allowed and encouraged me to learn the Runes.
BODY
Strength 1, Vigour 2, Agility 3
MIND
Intellect 3, Perception 2, Tenacity 2
SOUL
Charisma 1, Instinct 3, Communication 2
Runes: [+] Kaun, Perth; [-] Mathr;
Gifts: Initiate, Perfect Memory
Weakness: Rigit
Maximum Actions: 4 (0/-2/-5/-10)
Reaction: 8
Movement: 5
Physical Defence: 22 Mental Defence: 22
Hit Points: 38 (19/9/0/-9)
Furor Pool: 8 (max on Runes test: 3)
Skills:
Dodge 3, Empathy 1, Herbalism 4, Knowledge (Funeral Rites) 2,
Medicine 2, Stealth 2, Survival 2, Short Weapons 4, Runes 7
Combat Feats:
Level 1: Stun
Magic (Runes):
Level 1: Kaun
Level 1: Sōl
Equipment (Total armour value: 3)
cloak, leather vest, morbid trinkets, medicinal herbs;
[size=170][color=#0080FF]Brother Geoffrey the Thrall[/color][/size]
[size=130][color=#0080FF]Archetype:[/color] Emissary
[color=#0080FF]Homeland:[/color] Ireland[/size]
Once I was just a normal christian monk in a small monastery in northern Ireland. Then the Norsmen came and turned us into thralls.
Me and my brother Adam ended up in the service of the highly educated norwegian Jarl Bail. The Jarl treats me and my brother well. I heard that other thralls in Norway are not so fortunate.
Sadly my brother Adam lost his faith and started to learn their heathen ways.
… and I really thought Norway would be a christian country …
At the court of Jarl Báil I made myself useful as a translator and mediator and at least use my education to sow peace among these bloodthirsty barbarians, who could kill us both at anytime. Maybe I could get more time to save the soul of my fallen brother and convert some of these brutal heathen barbarians to christianity.
BODY
Strength 1, Vigour 2, Agility 2
MIND
Intellect 4, Perception 2, Tenacity 1
SOUL
Charisma 2, Instinct 1, Communication 4
Runes: [+] Jērá; [-] Thurz, Lōgr;
Gifts: Scholar, Striking
Weakness: Fearful (of battle)
Maximum Actions: 3 (0/-2/-5)
Reaction: 6
Movement: 4
Physical Defence: 19 Mental Defence: 20
Hit Points: 36 (18/9/0/-9)
Furor Pool: 2
Skills:
Dodge 2, Eloquence 6, Empathy 4, Herbalism 1,
Intimidation 2, Knowledge (Important Persons of Scandia) 3,
Medicine 1, Stealth 2, Short Weapons 1, Traditions 4
Combat Feats:
Level 1: Bloodthirsty Howl
Level 1: Leap of the Lynx
Level 1: Stun
Equipment (Total armour value: 2)
monk robes, leather vest, bible;
[size=170][color=#0080FF]Knut the Gautar[/color][/size]
[size=130][color=#0080FF]Archetype:[/color] Berserker
[color=#0080FF]Homeland:[/color] Gautar[/size]
I am not a warrior, I am the battle. I am not the blade in my hand, but the passion of fury itself. Thor himself answers my call and I feel his power within me as I charge into battle. All my fear and pain is given to my enemies, and they fall like wheat before me.
After a brutal war Gautar was defeated by Norway and I was turned into a thrall and sold to the the sadistic Jabbi Sturluson the Stout. Later Hani bought me and set me free. So I haved sworn an oath to aid him on his longship, the “Fálkar”, as his right hand. I still hate the norwegian tyrant King Falfaðinn with a passion and will try to harm his rule, unless it would make me break my oath to Hani.
BODY
Strength 4, Vigour 3, Agility 2
MIND
Intellect 1, Perception 2, Tenacity 3
SOUL
Charisma 2, Instinct 1, Communication 1
Runes: [+] Ûruz, Ehwaz; [-] Nauthr;
Gifts: Colossus, Savage Warrior
Weakness: Strange
Maximum Actions: 3 (0/-2/-5)
Reaction: 4
Movement: 5
Physical Defence: 20/14* Mental Defence: 19
Hit Points: 43 (21/10/0/-10/-43*)
Furor Pool: 8 (max on attack roll: 3)
Skills:
Athletics 2, Climbing 1, Dodge 3, Hand-to-Hand 4,
Intimidation 4, Navigation 1, Survival 3, Swim 1,
Vigilance 1, Two-handed Weapons 7
Combat Feats:
Level 1: Fierce as a Bear!
Level 2: Bear Hug
Equipment (Total armour value: 5)
Two-handed axe (+14), fur shoulder guards, reinforced leather bracers, reinforced leather greaves.
[size=170][color=#0080FF]Lagerta Báilsdottir[/color][/size]
[size=130][color=#0080FF]Archetype:[/color] Counsellor
[color=#0080FF]Homeland:[/color] Norway[/size]
I did not ask to be a leader, did not seek to take this burden. But it is mine nonetheless and I will carry it. To do otherwise is to dishonour myself, my clan and my father, the Jarl Báil the Wise.
The people around me suffer from the tyranny of the King Falfaðinn of Norway. I am part of a group of rebellious nobles, who try to overthrow his dictatorship or at least lessen the pain and burden of our people.
BODY
Strength 3, Vigour 2, Agility 2
MIND
Intellect 3, Perception 1, Tenacity 2
SOUL
Charisma 3, Instinct 1, Communication 2
Runes: [+] Iwaz; [-] Thurz, Tiwaz;
Gifts: Brave, Leader of Men
Weakness: Arrogant
Maximum Actions: 3 (0/-2/-5)
Reaction: 5
Movement: 4
Physical Defence: 19/22* Mental Defence: 20
Furor Pool: 3
Skills:
Dodge 1, Eloquence 4, Intimidation 2,
Knowledge (Scandian Politics) 1, Navigation 1
Negotiations 4, Stealth 2, Swim 1,
Tactics 3, Traditions 1, Long Weapons 6
Combat Feats:
Level 1: Bloodthirsty Howl
Level 2: Rally to Me
Equipment (Total armour value: 12)
War axe (+9), two throwing axes (+4), lamellar armour, helmet, reinforced leather bracers, reinforced leather greaves, shield.
btw. the “Tavern” scene
when Lúkr Óinnson was quarreling with the Sami guy and his Icelandic buddy
was ripped of from a Robot Chicken episode (quarrel starts at 0:42)
(In our game I was speaking in finnish)
That was hilarous, man! 
The bar scene was genius. Props to Robot Chicken for the re-imagining of that!
…and now I cannot stop imagining a bunch of naked icelandic swimmers attacking that floating fortress, all covered in runes that allow them to breathe underwater (for a short while) and maybe protect them against the Ragnarók’s harpoons a little…
… it would be the manliest thing to do!
I concur! 
The moment it dawned to me … I was like … OMG I’m C3P0!
Oh gods, sad that I missed this 
Reminds me to finish the Icelander Sagas.
Chilly greetings from Sweden (where runes are)!
