Viggo Praeconinus

When reminded that his name is Latin for “war” Viggo will roll his eyes and correct you that it’s only true for the root of his name, vig. Then he’ll point out that his complete first name is of Old Norse and Scandinavian origin and can mean, “battle,” “fight,” or “one who lies in a cradle.” Waiting for your surprised reaction, he will add, “Are you calling me a baby?” Then, without waiting for an answer, he’ll smile and return to his book, scroll, wood carving, or whatever diversion was consuming his attention before you so rudely interrupted. He is not a common fighter. He obeyed his parents and continued the lineage of warriors as was expected of him, but the job constitutes only the smallest fraction of a much richer inner life. Viggo fights with a ruthless efficiency of movement. Hack and slash is for the weak-minded. He lives economically and saves aggressively. He will build a keep as soon as it’s possible to do so, teach his deadly swordplay to his Captain of the Guard, and live out his days whittling, painting, reading, and perhaps even writing. Surely he could write better content than the authors of some of the truly terrible books he’s found along the roadside. And in private libraries. Magic-Users collect a surprising amount of trashy romance—and worse.