Blade was a mutant of unknown origins in universe 2099 in the marvel universe, his species resembled humans in many ways.
Their culture of war, pillaging , looting and destruction left their universe in dire straits as destruction and war on countless planets left their universe in shambles.
Warlords of all kinds ruled the universe, there were many small and big warlords but the biggest was blade warband as he ruled with an iron fist , with fear and respect many people avoided comforting him.
Blade with unfathomable mutant abililies made him a super mutant a destructive super omega level mutant that cannot be stopped.
Some of his abililities included super strength, speed , dexterity, healing , adaptability , mind control, creation, intelligence but that's not all that's what the universe only knew of him and they didn't know the rest of his abilities.
Blade was an enigma in their universe, but what they didn't know was he was a tranporter from a different time and space from a warring species.
Blade has trasported so many times that he didn't care about anything but war, looting ,pillaging and raiding. His species quirk and mindset and all his powers came with him through all this transportation.
With all this transportation he has retained some of the characteristics and all his powers of his past transmigrations that is why he had so many abilities that was his power, he used to be a god of some sort and he was blessed with these blessings.
No one knew how old blade was he didn't even know how old he was with so many leaps of transportation he transported into different places.
1000 years later
Blade opened his eyes as, we woke up from his sleep and he was in an open field naked.
With every transportation he was always transported withouth anything.
Looking around the area with a his sharp eyes he could smell the freshness of the land. Using his mutant powers of creation he created clothes, shoes and a hat for himself.
"Another place , another time and place" blade looked and smiled.
Blade looked at the field and picked a direction and he took a step and headed towards there wherever fate might lead him into.
Hours later as he walked he saw something into the distance, with his vision he could tell these people were of the primitive kind the medieval primitive kind and it was a caravan which made him form a grin, he has been transported into many different places so being in a primitive environment didn't surprised him.
Using his abilities again he change until a more medieval primitive clothing. He changed into a minaotour leather armor with a diamon helm and created a series of weapons and a shield.
The minaotour leather armor that was created was stronger than many mythical weapons and the diamond helm was also as strong.
The mythical small warhammer , and shield were also as strong as any mythical legendary artifact that could smash anything and block anything that comes his way.
After fully arming himself he headed towards the direction of the primitive people. Along the way he saw with his vision that the caravan was being attacked, he slowly with steady steps headed towards over there.
When he arrived near them the attackers with even their numerical advantage were losing to the heavily armed guards of the caravan.
The caravan were better armed and disciplined but the ferocious attackers still attacked even losing ground because they knew if they lost it would be the end of them.
The attackers wore fur and leather with many kinds of weapons while the caravan guards have metal weapons.
When Blade saw this he knew he has come to an iron age medieval age as the weapons used by these people were iron and not even the good kind.
"So backwards" Blade though as he smiled with a bigger grin.
Seeing that the battle was about to be lost by the attackers blade jumped into the fray against the caravan.
Blade was not honest or was he a savior, he loved killing, looting, pillaging and raiding but he especially love those who would resist and throw them into the abyss.
His views has always been battle , war , loot, pillage and plunder. He has always adhered to the weak are fools not to be strong so they deserve what happened to them.
As Blade jumped into the fray the guards of the caravan saw him but with a swing of his small warhammer he hammer rnthese people into destruction as their heads and crushed bodies eachoed with splashing of broken membrane and broken limbs.
Fighting was an engraved instinct to him , fighting and killing was in his genes as a former god. As he killed multiple guards with a swing of his warhammer one after the other the battle soon turned against the caravan.
Soon a man that looks like a leader of the guards rushed towards Blade trying to turn the tide, Blade saw the man and with speed and accuracy he swing his warhammer down bringing it onto the leaders head.
The head turning into nothing as the hammer landed of him with so much strength ,speed and power and as that happened the ballet quited down.
Many of the guards were injured now , being outnumbered and now fear began to permeate the battlefield as everyone stared at the man who took the battle into his own hands and ending it with quick , brutal precision.
Blade turned around and looked at the attacking party of barbarians and said "kill everyone and take everything".
When the battle was over and everyone killed , everyone stared at Blade. Everyone had fear and respect entrenched into their faces.
The raiding attackers leader was killed in their attack they didn't know what to do next so Blade with his charismatic attitude began to instruct the raiders.
As night fell and the wagons taken over , blade instructed them to head to high grown and he set up sentries as he talked with the raiders.
Tents were set up and the wagons surrounded the camp of these raiders.
Blade introduced himself to the raiders with his personality that scared the people into accepting him as the leader of the warband withouth question.
Blade did a quick count of the raiders that looked liked to him like pitiful bandits. In his pervious life he was transported to an unknown place and this people looked like them "vikings".
These people are brave, ferocious and don't dear death, blade started out with talking to them asking for any information about this place.
To the information he gathered this place was called Gailan and these people were Norgin from a different continent. Poor and almost unhabitable the people of Norgin has to live off trade and pillaging, looting,plundering and raiding.
Out of 500 people who attacked only 200 were left the rest were either to injured and have to be put down which Blade has no qualms about.
He directly ordered the death of those people with a quick death and gave the order that they will if follow him get rich or die trying.
These brave and ferocious people only followed the strong so they agreed, Blade can see their fear but also the awe and respect for him.
3 months later
The raiders followed a road heading south as the raiding season was over and winter was about to set in as fall was fastly coming to be over.
These Norgins were happily drinking and driving the goods they have pillage and looted from the Gailans. The raiding party was so rich now that the carts were full to the brim.
In a military style caravan that blade set up they eventually neard the coast and as they waited soon, boats appeared on the horizon in which everyone eventually cheered.
Soon the these long boats landed and the leader who was a woman seemed surprised as the leader he was looking for was not there anymore but it was a new man named Blade.
"Hello I'm Syvia, I come to take you home or wherever you would like to go" Syvia said to Blade.
"These are my people now" looking at his people he nodded and they began to load all the loot into the boats.
These 3 months he had earned more fear and respect and even some love by these people. Blade was like them but different he was really ruthless, many of their raids converge Into victory because of blade decisiveness.
Even when the Gailan community sent out armies he would evede them and raid the other undefended villages and towns and then when these armies were near they would again disappear and raid convoys of caravan.
Blade knew the fighting strength of his people, he didn't atta k small convoys or big convoys of caravans just the exact ones for little or no loss in life.
Syvia was surprised how much these people feared, respected and loved the man in front of her as the people around him subconsciously looked at Blade she could tell these people were now his people.
The old chieftain could not even get this people to fear him , they only followed him because he was their chieftain.
Soon everything was boarded and with everyone also boarding the ship headed south and with a months time they neard an island.
"This is Norgin and this place is called Jurg" Syvia exolained to Blade.
Blade nooded at her indicating her to continue and as she did Blade finally got the idea of how poor the place was.
Their chief was a down and out chieftain with only 500 warriors, Men and woman. He took everyone with him with a due or die attitude to raide Gailan thinking he could get rich easily but the place was really dangerous.
The people of Gailan we're not warlike like these people, or ferocious or anything like brave and so on but they had better things like weapons and armor while these people only had furs and old iron weapons.
The more Syvia explained the more Blade understood the situation. The chief was a widower he was alone and no one now can inherit the tittle chief unless supported by the people.
"Now the chief is dead I will lead us to richess and glory" Blade looked at Syvia with those cold unrelenting eyes.
"....yes chief" Syvia understood that with all the warriors behind Blade, he was now the chief of the tribe.