Arn Family/Jorn Ironborn

Second born son of the House of Arn, Jorn Ironborn lives for the clamour and chaos of the melee. He loves nothing more than the hot coppery taste of his enemies' blood and the thrill of impact when his axe and sword strike through meat to the bone. He is illiterate, quite mad, drunk most of the time, and can only count to nine (he only has nine fingers, you see: he bit one of them off once, on a bet). Before the Daimons appeared in Beluaterra, Jorn had a prophetic dream forseeing an invasion of Demons from Hell: this experience has led him to take the religion of his fore-fathers, the Way of the Warrior Saints, with a great deal more seriousness. He is very fond of the ideals of St. Bear.

Jorn Ironborn sleeps like a stone, snores like a dying boar, and never remembers his dreams.

Jorn currently serves in the Army of the Lion Rose in Riombara, but cares little for their nation or sense of honor. As long as he has enough tax gold to keep on recruiting young men to lead into battle, enough ale and moon-shine to keep his sense dulled, and enough enemies to slaughter like cattle, he is content.

To Jorn's surprise, he has been appointed to the position of Marquis of Avengmil and has responsibilities that surpass his woefully insufficient intellect. Luckily, he has trusted advisors in his Scribe and Squire, who manage the quotidian affairs of his region and whose intentions are their own.

Jorn Ironborn forcefully denies the allegations of the "incident" and declares it to be a shameful libel.