The adventurer...warrior without fear. He does have a big sword if things dont go his way.

He rides boars for a living and kills ogres for a hobby...yes, he is that nutty.

Son of the Gods, Baldur has a lot to live up too. A warrior in heart and mind, and a keen eye on the prize.

Tricksy little bastard. Spends more time tying the shoe laces of the opposite team together than he does passing or even thinking about the ball.

Once a blacksmith, Hadhod's strong arm now comes in useful when his team hit the pitch.

Brother of the enigmatic Freya, a beautiful princess of a nearby tribe, he is a stunning and powerful player with the body of an Adonis and the sneer of a cave troll...rather unfortunate.

Apparent team drinks manager...well, self appointed. He has on more than one occasion switched the barrels of water for beer, and got the entire crowd drunk.

The 'hammer' against the anvil of his team. A hot headed, jealous player who stops at nothing to get back his ball from the opponent...yes, he thinks every ball is HIS ball.

Arriving on more than one occasion on his mutant eight legged horse, its been said that the security at matches have stopped asking questions...probably for the best, he does have a rather large horde of followers who have been known to beat up anyone who says bad things about him.

The toppler of the giant Grendel and his mother the Nagger-of-Nogentier at a recent match in the northlands cup, he has recieved the mantle of 'lady-lamper'

With a grudge againts Beowulf, and joining the team by protest, he isnt the nicest of team mates.

Hailed as having been born of the blood of wolf and ogre, Wulfren is not a man to be messed with...if he is a man at all. He has a red glint in his eye and a horrible habit for taking ears off of the players he fells, he wears them about his neck.

Named so for his 'raven' black hair and the size of his nose, Raven is a quick and agile player with a wise head and perchant for spinning tall tales about the old days.