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Sighvatur was born and raised in this environment, he was not always such a powerful man and like everyone, had a youthful phrase where all he cared about was fucking and drinking.

He was not the clan leader or Chieftain as he had two older brothers, Snorri and Thordus.

Sighvatur knew he might never become the Chieftain so this was not a part of his goals, because his two older brothers would always come first.

Sighvatur was blessed with an unusually high IQ that made him grow fond of Talf, also known as Hnefatafl. This was a great game for strategy building and learning.

Sighvatur was undefeated, no one had beaten him and people began to suspect he was cheating and this included Snorri.

The Chieftaincy was shared between Snorri and Thordus, but Thordus was the calmer of the brothers but one this was certain and that was the Sturlungar\'s clan prospering.

Thordus took Sighvatur\'s skills seriously, he did not invalidate it and even began rewarding him each time he won a game.

This encouraged him to improve and be better at it, and what was once known as a useless skill proved invaluable because Thordus began presenting hypothetical scenarios and asking Sighvatur what the right move would be and Sighvatur\'s answer always granted them victory but Sighvatur was unaware of what he was doing.

He never knew Thordus was applying it in real-time and assumed it was merely a hypothesis.

Thordus eventually told Sighvatur but this confession came with him offering him a joint title of Chieftaincy.

Sighvatur was excited, he could not believe such a thing was happening but not everything was all good as Snorri vehemently opposed this, he was against it because Sighvatur was not respected within the clan but Thordus did not back down.

Sighvatur did not want to push it and was content not being a Chieftain because he never had it in his sight so this was just a bonus, a kind gesture from Thordus but not one he deemed necessary. 

The matter was decided as Sighvatur was denied this but the relationship between Thordus and Snorri took a turn for the worse as they began disagreeing more than they agreed, this created a division in loyalty amongst the troops.

Thordus stopped coming to Sighvatur for hypothetical scenarios, and this lasted for approximately two years but on a fateful day, Thordus met Sighvatur, who was now eighteen years old, and played a couple of games with him, the nostalgia that came with it was enough to make Sighvatur smile and Thordus had snuck in a couple of hypothetical scenarios. 

Sighvatur thought nothing of it and answered them, this was a good reunion but the Sturlungar clan was losing men to some unknown enemies and the corpses they retrieved were barely salvageable.

They all died violent deaths and one of the people to fall in these attacks was Snorri.

Snorri was mourned because he was the strongest warrior they had and his body was retrieved from the battlefield, no one could recognize him but it was Snorri without a doubt.

Sighvatur noticed some inconsistencies with the other corpses but he thought he was overthinking it and wanted Snorri to rest in peace.

But a few months after Snorri\'s passing, Sighvatur heard how the circumstances in which Snorri died and the pattern was a lot like what he had told Thordus.

Sighvatur had a high IQ so he saw things most could not and he knew at that moment that he had unknowingly helped Thordus kill his brother.

With only one Chieftain, the Sturlungar clan was no longer divided but Thordus also changed a he stopped being the supportive brother he had always been, he was the sole Chieftain now and had the power to make him a joint Chieftain if he really wanted to.

Sighvatur soon fell in love, he found it in the form of a woman who shall remain unnamed as she died soon after giving birth to his son, and the woman he had married was Kolbeinn\'s sister, Halldora Tumadottir and this was why the Sturlungar clan never targeted Kolbeinn individually, it was because of this but this was also the thing that fractured Gissur and Kolbeinn\'s relationship. Halldora died in battle, she was a formidable warrior and Sighvatur had pleaded with her to stay and raise their son because he knew in battle, she would be targeted because she was a woman and this proved to be true.

Thordus was sympathetic to his brother because the people responsible for her death were the hidden threat lurking and Thordus officially declared war on them.

But this war almost resulted in their clan extinction, what they fought had human forms but there was no way that they could be humans.

The way they fought, was chaotic and they did not go down even when injured fatally even with their head chopped, their bodies swung their weapons violently before ceasing to move.

They walked like beasts and wore the furs of wolves, they howled at the moon and acted like animals.

If they could not use their hands, they used their teeth, sharpened so they could bite their enemies\' throats right out.

The Sturlungar clan noticed something, they were only hostile when their territory was encroached on but SIgthvatur never forgot the horrifying experience he experienced that day.

Thordus incurred serious injuries and Sighvatur informed him on his deathbed that he was aware the had a hand in Snorri\'s death before killing Thordus with his own hands.

Sighvatur became the new clan leader and migrated away from the area, into an unoccupied territory that was deemed too cold to live in as he knew his clan was no match for this group of warriors, they called them "Berserkers"

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Sighvatur could not believe what he was seeing, the sensation he felt around his body was the same he felt when they fought those Berserkers many years ago.

But there was no way that Tyr could have originated from that tribe considering his history and skin color, he had come from a place in Africa but this was information that Sighvatur was not privy to.

"KILL HIM NOW JÖKULL!" Sighvatur warned, his voice startled Jökull and this was the split second that Tyr needed because Jökull\'s attention shifted to Sighvatur in that second. 

Tyr traveled a 5-meter distance in that second and smashed his blunt weapon into Jökull\'s head, stunning the experienced warrior before jamming his teeth into his neck. Jökull pushed him away but in doing so, Tyr left with a huge chunk of his neck.

Tyr did not stop there, he rushed to the stunned Jökull, who was holding his bleeding neck but Tyr had already tore through his jugular so there was nothing much he could do. 

Tyr tossed the sword aside and began to just pummel away at his face until his mashed brain became visible from his caved in face. 

Everyone looked on in horror as Tyr was covered in Jökull\'s blood, who he had ironically defeated because of Sighvatur\'s voice distracting him.