Siggard Olander

Character Name: Siggard Olander

Nickname(s): Half Giant, The Bastion,

Race: Nord

Sex: Male

Age: 58

Birthplace: Dawnstar, Skyrim





Height: 7’ 4”

Weight: 300lbs

Eye Color: Brown

Hair Color: grey

Hair Style: Long, down to his shoulders

Facial Hair: large bush grey beard coving his neck

Skin Color: white

Build: Muscular warrior like

Distinguishing Features: His imposing size, coupled with his beard (and if armoured the ‘daedra horns’ on his helmet)



Profession: Stormcloak remnant raider

Skills: Heavy Armour Use, Two-Hand Weaponry, One handed weaponry

Magic: Siggard doesn’t practise magic, and doesn’t know any spells.

Training: Siggard was trained by the imperials as part of their military during his early adult life, until he participated in the war against the Dominion. From that point on sheer experience of the military life has brought him training in combat, strategy, tactics and resource management

Other Abilities: Other than having a seemingly bottomless pit for a stomach in terms of food and alcohol, there isn’t much else that Siggard is good at other than fighting.

Apparel: Out of battle, Siggard wears a tunic with long sleeves and a thick leather belt, with leather shoes. In battle however, Siggard wears full Stormcloak armour. He wears steel plate, under the leather uniform and blue tunic, with furs over his shoulders. His helmet is different to the usual stormcloak, as his have signature horns mounted to the top, which have been likened to daedra horns given his ferocity in combat.



Weaponry: If Siggard is unarmoured, he tends to carry around a steel short sword or a small one handed axe. Though they are purely for defence, he is no doubt skilled with using them (even if they aren’t his preferred weapon).



If Siggard is armoured however, he will be found using his large war hammer made from orichalcum, it is named “Fate’s End”. Whilst armoured he’ll also carry a short sword, if for whatever reason he is disarmed.

Other Equipment: When travelling, Siggard carries his items in the saddle packs on his horse, though personally he’ll carry around his coin.

Companions: Siggard’s war horse is quite large to account for Siggard’s personal weight. It is named Ludwig.



Affiliation: The Stormcloaks (even if they are pretty much disbanded)

Religious Belief: Believer in the Nine Divines (particularly in Talos, like almost all Stormcloaks)

Sexual Preference: Straight

Relationship Status: Widower

Personality: Siggard is a hardened and battle scarred warrior. He fights out of a sense of duty. He is brutal and unforgiving, and somewhat merciless. That isn’t to say he’s evil, he just knows it’s better to kill a threat than to let it leave to come back and bite you in the behind. He is ferocious in battle and puts his all into every fight, though he never lets his anger get the better of him. His years of experience have taught him to fuel his anger in war, which gives him a rather calm sage like persona out of battle. He doesn’t hate anyone or anything in particular, he has the utmost respect for those who fight against him, and knows although they have differing opinions and belief, and they really aren’t that different to him. Regardless of this, he still wages war against Skyrim’s enemies, as he believes in the freedom of Skyrim, away from the corrupt and weak imperials, who buckled under the pressure from the Dominion (and by extension, the Thalmor).

Siggard is a fearless man, confident in his abilities and wise in his years. Though he knows he’s getting old and past his prime, he looks and hopes for an Orc’s death, a belief of theirs he has much respect for.



Born in Dawnstar in the year 4E 154, Siggard was proud of his heritage. Growing up in a small cottage on a not much larger farm, Siggard had somewhat of a hard life. The Pale was cold and foreboding most of the time, and spending most of his time outdoors increased his resistance to the cold. As Siggard aged, he grew taller and taller, eventually growing to almost seven feet. With his sheer size, and being taller than his father by at least nine inches, people spread the rumour that his mother copulated with a giant. Those people soon witnessed the ferocity of Siggard as the boy used his strength to break the arm of one such gossiper. Soon enough the rumours ceased.

As the Great War erupted in 171, Siggard was drafted into the Legion, where he joined many other Nords, hearing the call of Talos and the emperor. He didn’t immediately go to war however, spending most of his time training with his comrades in the camp. It was here Siggard took great affinity to using two handed weapons, rather than the usual one hand/shield combination used by the soldiers. Siggard took a particular liking to war hammers, which he found allowed him to make proper use of his strength. Nonetheless, he still kept up training with his one handed weapons, in case of an emergency.

Over the next two years, Siggard served with very little activity. Most of the time he spent drinking in the nearest mead hall, and others he spent maintaining the garrison, and going out on patrols. It wasn’t exactly exciting, but it gave him a chance to get to know the men he was serving with. Their relations improved tremendously in this time, and Siggard began to see himself as their leader, even if he hadn’t been promoted. His superiors noticed this, and endorsed his unit’s structured this way, as his friends seemed to listen to him. Whilst they did like Siggard, his leadership was in reality more based in fear, given an incident that happened when the caravan he was protecting came under an attack from bandits. Siggard stomped towards the guy who went to attack him and in one terrifying attack, knocked him to the floor and crushed his head with his Warhammer. With the brutality of the attack, Siggard instilled fear amongst the bandits, and the rest of his own men.

In 4E 173, Siggard’s Legion was called south, when the Aldermeri forces got closer to the Imperial City. Siggard found the climate in Cryodil to be rather warmer than he expected, given this was his first time out of Skyrim. Though he enjoyed the warmth of the province, he did miss the cold of the north… he also missed the mead.

Stationed in the Imperial City for the next year, Siggard found it to be quite comfortable. His camp was set up outside of the walls, but a lot of the time was spent within the walls too. Siggard didn’t see much action over the course of the year, but when the new year arrived, the large scale assault from the Dominion battered the city. Siggard was pleased for the fight, though he wasn’t aware of how the battle was about to go. As the Dominion invaded from all sides, the Emperor ordered the armies to fight their way out to the north, to regroup with the other forces heading towards them from Skyrim. Though he initially thought this was an insult to the empire, knowing the Imperial City would fall to the dominion, he was reminded by a superior officer that it was better to live for another day, than to die sacrificing oneself. Amongst many other men, Siggard battled his way out of the city, ferociously smacking the Elves with his war hammer. Siggard wasn’t entirely sure how many he killed, but he was pretty sure he critically injured more than his fair share of knife ears.

After the battle, whilst tending to his wounds, Siggard mourned the loss of the Eighth Legion and regretted not going down with them in what would probably go down in history forever. He too found solace in the idea that one day, a battle of a similar calibre would be waiting for him, and on that day he’d make his fallen brothers proud.

As they regrouped with his fellow Nords, promotions were given out to those who served with distinction, with Siggard gaining the rank of Quaestor. With his new promotion, came the men he served with, as well as a couple of others. The army was the restructured, with Siggard’s unit being transferred to server under General Jonna and was thus moved to Cheydinhal to await the time to strike.

When the battle of the Red Ring started, Siggard and his men moved south following the Red Ring Road and soon enough they were fighting with the Dominion and facing their fierce defence. The battle went on for another three days before the Imperial City was eventually encircled. Siggard, battle torn and blood lusting stood triumphant with his men. In the north, the Emperor led an attack on the Imperial City, which forced the Dominion to sally out to the south in an attempt to break free. Unfortunately for them, and unlike Emperor Titus II, in was in vain. The Elves met with the Nords, who struck them down. Ultimately, the Dominion’s army was utterly destroyed, and the Dominion leader was held captive.

Soon after the battle, the White-Gold Concordat was signed and the bitter reality struck home in the camps of the Legion forces. It hadn’t really been a victory, many of their brothers and sisters were dead, and more were injured or dying. Despite their victory, as glorious as it was, turned sour, as the dominion’s demands demoralised all. The atmosphere amongst the Nords was felt by all as their beloved Talos was banned from worship in the Empire. Siggard and his men ultimately and begrudgingly marched back home. They were wounded, both physically and mentally by the war, and on top of that they were insulted. The Redguards succeeded from the Empire, and took on their own fight against the Dominion. Siggard began to envy their decision, though he kept it to himself for the most part.

One year later, Siggard had left the Legion and was now at home, and itching for a fight. His wish was granted, when a man named Ulfric Stormcloak created a militia to rid the Reach of the Reachmen. Gladly, he joined up, taking his Warhammer with him. The promise of being able to legitimately worship Talos was far too seductive for Siggard to miss out on. Over the next year, Siggard followed Ulfric across the Reach, slaughtering Reachmen left right and centre. Supporters of the Reachmen were also killed indiscriminately. It was a bloody conflict that didn’t last too long, but when it ended, Skyrim was whole again. As Ulfric and his militia occupied Markarth, the Legion arrived, and after some diplomacy, they were allowed to worship Talos. The Legion was then allowed into the city, but the peace wasn’t to last.

It turned out the Dominion put pressure on the Imperials to stamp out Talos worship and as such, Siggard along with the rest of the militia were thrown out of the city, soon after they were also imprisoned. Once they were freed, Siggard followed Ulfric back to Eastmarch and served him as a member of the city guard, eventually reaching the rank of Praefect or lieutenant after years of service.

It was in Windhelm where Siggard found his wife, another guard. The two hit it off whilst they reminisced about the war over many bottles of mead. Eventually the two made it out of the meadhall, and into their own home. They worshipped Talos and they were happy. They continued to serve Ulfric Stormcloak as time went on. As a wedding gift, Siggard was given his Orchalium war hammer by men he had previously fought under. This weapon would be eventually called “Fate’s End” by Siggard after it proved very effective at killing people when used.

As 4E 201 came around, Ulfric Stormcloak challenged the high king to a duel and ultimately killed him. Soon after, the civil war between the Stormcloaks and the Legion erupted all across Skyrim, with Siggard joining the Stormcloaks. His rank was swapped over to the title of Bone-Breaker, though many of his duties remained the same. Siggard was the assigned a small outpost fort, in the east of Eastmarch. Siggard would see quite a number of battles against the Legion, although he didn’t necessarily want to fight them. He wanted to fight the Thalmor and the Dominion, in fact, seeing his homelands fractured like it was angered him deeply. Sometime during the war, he wasn’t entirely sure when, but Siggard’s wife vanished during a battle, never to be seen or heard from again. She was declared missing in action, but presumed dead. With the loss of his wife, Siggard angrily waged war against the Imperials.

When his camp was besieged by a Legion task force, Siggard stood firmly outside of the camp, leaving his men to defend. He stood fiercely watching as the group charged him. Siggard met them as they got close, crashing his hammer against their armour and crippling at least two of them with a few swings. As Siggard’s men fired arrows over his head, he signalled for the melee troops to come out of the camp, before going back to smashing the Legion forces on his own. He himself was hit with a couple of arrows whilst he continued attacking. After an hour and a half, the Legion forces retreated, and Siggard returned to camp to be treated. Over the next few days, Siggard and his men were put under siege, Siggard and his men held out, taking some casualties, whilst inflicting heavy casualties on the Legion forces. When reinforcements eventually came however, there wasn’t a single man in Siggard’s camp who had not been injured during combat. They were thankful for the reinforcements, but Siggard decided to press the attack. Storming out of the fort, Siggard and the reinforcements trampled the battle worn Legion forcing them to retreat. The battle, though it was small and relatively minor, gained Siggard the name ‘Bastion’, for standing in the front of the battle and protecting his own men.

As the war continued, Siggard would see quite a few more conflicts in his time, but it would eventually come to an end, when the Legion stormed Windhelm and killed Ulfric Stormcloak in the battle. Truth be told, Siggard wasn’t entirely sure what he was more disappointed with, that the Stormcloaks lost, or he missed out on the battle. Either way, he was to live on for another day. Some of his men however, were glad of the war’s end, and would decide to go back home, whilst others angrily refused to step down. Instead they decided to remain in the fort and seek to undermine Thalmor and Legion operations in the area. Siggard decided to join them ultimately, to keep them from becoming bandits, and focused on the Thalmor. In his eyes, the Legion could die for all he cared, but the Thalmor were his real enemies. Siggard and his friends, who were no longer his men, have spent the previous ten years fighting the Thalmor and rescuing their prisoners. They hope that one day the Dominion is struck down like the dogs they are, but for now, they’ll remain satisfied in ruining their grip on Skyrim.