Tengdur was born of Tovas, Gigi, and Sorcha. What began as a small flame in the dark has grown into the hearth that sustains our kin. We are the connected, the blood and the bond that defies the isolation of the North.
In the harsh fjords of Torvaldsland, Jarl Alaric Tengdur rose from a bloodline of raiders, traders, and iron-willed captains. His destiny shifted when he uncovered an ancient book among his father’s possessions—a weathered tome detailing the secrets of crimson dyes, renowned across Gor for their rarity and immense value. In its pages, Alaric saw the foundation of a future empire.
Gathering his household—family, sworn warriors, and those who pledged fealty— Alaric set sail in search of lands to claim as their own. With him were two slaves: Halla, a Torvaldslander bond-maid, and Astrid, a fiery southern kajira. Both served faithfully on the voyage, their devotion strengthening the unity of his house.
After weeks at sea, the fleet discovered an island dominated by a towering, active volcano. Alaric named it Glodheimer and claimed it for the Tengdur. There, he freed Halla, making her his companion and teaching her the crafts and trade of dyes. Their union brought forth twins: Aeskar, strong and resolute, and Ruby, gentle and keen of mind.
As Aeskar came of age and marked the day he became a man, Alaric honored him with a gift worthy of a young warrior: the slave Astrid. Trained perfectly in the arts of pleasure, she was the ideal first slave for him. Aeskar renamed her Hina, and she now serves him with devotion and skill.
During his travels to expand his fabric business and acquire exotic materials, Alaric obtained a Schendi slave, whom he named Hjarta. In time, Halla herself was enslaved once again, returning to the collar. Together, Hjarta and Halla serve Alaric jointly, their combined service strengthening the household.
When Glodheimer’s volcano erupted in violent fury, the Tengdur were forced to flee as their thriving settlement fell to ash and fire. Their journey ended upon the shores of Teletus, where the clan began anew, joining the Slavers sub-caste and taking charge of the city's State Slave House. Under Alaric’s authority and Halla’s experienced knowledge of his trade and customs, the House flourished, gaining structure, discipline, and reputation.
But shadows stretched long over the new prosperity. Jarl Alaric was found dead in the dusty reaches of Teletus, his life taken by those who envied the Tengdur's growing influence. With the clan reeling and the bloodline at risk, Aeskar refused to let the fire of his father's house expire. He set sail once more, embarking on a desperate voyage back across the treacherous seas to find his Uncle Styrbjörn—a man of iron and war who had remained in the North.
Styrbjörn agreed to the call of blood and set out with his nephew to reclaim the clan's destiny. However, disaster struck during the return voyage. A violent storm tore across the Thassa, and in the chaos, Aeskar was thrown overboard. Before the crew could reach him, a sea sleen rose from the depths and claimed him. In the same fury of wind and wave, his slave Sorcha was lost to the sea; though the Jarl searched the churning waters, her body was never recovered.
Left as the sole leader of a mourning lineage, Styrbjörn sailed the serpent back to the North where they belong. The clan has since settled into the village of Torvaldsburg, where they currently reside, forged by grief and tempered by the cold.
Under the iron gaze of Jarl Styrbjörn, the Tengdur stand united. Whether by the blade or by the collar, our reach is absolute. Welcome to the Hall.
"Strength in the Bond, Honor in the Chain."