Freyr, Lord of the Swedes
“Bold Rider, Great General of the Gods, The Thriving, Elf Ruler, Greatest Among Us”
Humble, Friendly, Generous, Bold, Outgoing, Joyous and True! All of these and more are the words that may be bestowed upon Freyr. A God who despite his grand strength, his prodigious talents and his rather impressive er... Sword! Yeah... Sword... is a God who does not boast as is so often the custom of those whose company he keeps, but lets his calm and friendly demeanor ease and bring joy to those around him. Both a lover and a fighter Freyr is more likely to sup with someone than he is to fight them, though this is by no pacifistic delusions, rather Freyr does not need to prove anything to anyone. He is an accomplished warrior, commanding fierce armies and slaying foes with a sword that seems to fight on its own, whether he is mounted on his Horse Bloody Hoof or his Great Golden War Boar Gullinbursti his battle prowess is so great that he would give away his sword to a friend without a second thought to be left to fight the king of fire giants himself with naught but a mere antler knife, no trace of fear or regret would then stain his visage only the joys of friendship, of romance, of battle, the sheer vitality of life!
He does not dwell on endings or possessions, he gives freely and kindly to his people, those who have loved him since their memory began, his faithful Svear, the warriors who like Freyr fought boldly to defend their homes hopping from boat to boat in full armor to face off raiders and rival warbands alike. How could they do anything else when Freyr is their Lord and Chieftain. Who tamed a Great War Boar made of Gold and Sunbeams as if it was nothing, who before he could even toddle was beloved by the Elfs and won their respect and fealty. Who is the one bold enough among the Gods of Sweden to casually travel to the mountains to calm and commune with great storm giants who send lightning and boulders raining below. Whose generous hand causes bountiful fields and wealthy homes, not for some great and noble ideal but because he is Freyr and that is who he is. The young and jubilant lord, equal parts foolish romantic and hesitant war-leader. He who with wispy blond whiskers of youth jaunts around Sweden and beyond, his great ship Skíðblaðnir folded up into his pocket, his great golden war boar by his side and the elfs swirling about him eager to aid those who he treasures most. What is next for the Bountiful Lord? Romance? Adventure? Daring do? Who knows for sure, but one thing is certain Freyr will be doing it with a casual smile and a bit of humor, he's not dead yet after all.