Greetings!
I am Friederike, daughter of Thorold, the great warrior who successfully has defended his lands these fifty years past.
I am an enquiring Norse with a quarter of Gaelic blood and a Spartan outlook on life; in short I am a paradox and I very seldom have time for pleasantries.
As my cousin would say: ”The manifold wonders of humankind are too great for me to believe they would be lost without Grace. I prefer to consider the Grace of my Drihten as a free gift to live by and be glad and grateful of”.
Those are words to live by.

This home is a homage, of sorts, to my dear and long lost friend Ælfwine, son of Ælfred; my cousin on my father’s side.

I come from Hedeby of Jylland and my family name refers to my not so distant kinship with the royal family of Denmark.
My given name was given to me by my father to honour his passing mother, at the time I was born. Speaking of which, rumour has it that she was a great sorcerer who gave up her ways for a Christian life; thanks to her I was taught how to read and white, which as you know is highly unusual for women of my time. Much like fighting which I was taught by my father so I could one day lead his kingdom.

Around this lands, you can usually find me at the Red Boar Tavern, drinking and contemplating the meaning of life as I know it. Lately, however, I have been seized by the impulse to travel once more and have ended up in the central lands of Germania, where I found quite a few of my kin...

But my adventures go on... in one guise or another, in one world or another...

Oh, there is one thing you should keep in mind.
If you dare steal my sword or Germania Plaque; which were a gift, I shall kill you.
Count on it!