Kingdom of Northumbria, Castle of BebbanBurg.
A.D. 866
BebbanBurg.. the place of my second birth. A modest castle, easy to defend.. the kind that would require an army ten times the amount of defenders to take. I've been here for 15 long, miserable winters. Life as a bastard son to a Saxon Lord born from a pagan Dane slave-woman isn't the best life, but hey looks like I'm here to stay. My mother was long dead by the time I was old enough to understand I've died and been born again.
Had to be around my fifth winter when I fell into a fever-induced coma that most in medieval times easily succumbed to, waking with memories of an entire life on top of my new one. With me actually surviving the fatal fever, my father's Christian priest 'Father Beocca' claimed my recovery a miracle of his 'god', so my father had me washed and baptized, then named me Aehtred.
Lord of BebbanBurg, Uhtred Uhtredson was a formidable man for sure. Tall atleast 1.8m, long limbs with broad shoulders. Cold-hard amber eyes with a piercing gaze that told he was a man who lived a life of that had seen his fair-share of battles. I figured out most swiftly I was not a son of this Lord. I was his bastard born by a slave of an enemy religion no less. I never moaned or complained once after retrieving my memories, just got straight into making sure I will survive in this world.. not just survive.. I would do more than that. I would thrive.
I was reborn with what I would call my 'starter pack', I would be stronger, more agile, and plain-out quick as shit on my feet and with my hands. I was born with 'genius' thinking and instincts. Enhanced senses, immunity, and natural healing ability. All this would ensure I could make myself a legend in this world, and if that is not enough I decided that I would be ruthless as fuck to make it written if I had to. I'm talking Guts from berserk ruthless if need be.
Knowing I was transmigrated to the world of 'The Last Kingdom' and bastard older brother of the protagonist Uhtred, I was excited as shit. Danes killing Saxons, Saxons killing Danes, and every now and then some poor Irish, Welsh, or Scottish fucks get thrown in the mix. Glory, Wealth, and Women, not always in that order. That sounded way more than good enough to me. I did not have a system or some kind of personal storage dimension I could summon shit from and that was fine with me.
Finally after Ragnar the 'fearless' showed up at the gates on a horse carrying carrying Lord Uhtred's first born's head, who was also named Uhtred, only to toss it at the gates, laugh then leave I knew episode one was here. I was ready. Watching Osbert, my younger brother and protagonist of the show, being named Uhtred since his first born was slain. I grabbed my gear and supplies, and followed lil' bro Uhtred to go watch poppa Uhtred get crucified by the Danes after the Saxon armies defeat and if everything goes well instead of being made slaves like in the show, I could make a deal with old Ragnar and be sworn into his service in exchange for the protection and adoption of my younger brother and my future 'adopted' sister Brida.
Kingdom of Northumbria, near Eoferwic
Before Uhtred could give old Ragnar a shank to the back I came rolling up on a most handsome tall black steed, that I just had to name Roach, making quite a sight with myself being already 1.8m tall and 'swole' at only just 15 winters with long wild black hair, my eyes were cold and piercing one pupil steel grey the other deep violet with flecks of silver making the violet eye seem full of mischievousness and cunning like a dragon lord from House of The Dragon supposedly inherited from my mother, decked out in my full set of chainmail armor with all my weapons causing quite a stir. Old Ragnar obviously could tell I was a born warlord by the way he had his men instantly go from laughing having a good time celebrating their victory to hands on weapons ready defend their liege lord. I first stopped Uhtred behind me to shield him then raised my hands slowly to show I meant no harm "m'lord I mean you and your men no harm, just stopping my younger brother from getting himself killed I swear to the All-Father m'lord"
Ragnar and his men relaxed little but I could tell that had softened some once they heard me speaking their own language fluently like a born Dane. "That's good to hear young man, you certainly look like you could put up a hell of a fight indeed. Who are you? And, Why are you here? young warrior." Ragnar questioned.
I picked little Uhtred, sword, chainmail and all right off his feet one-handed and tossed him behind me on Roach. I said "I am the bastard of the dead lord on the cross over there, my mother was his slave, she was Dane and taught me your ways" of course I've never met my mother but he doesn't know that. "This is my younger brother Uhtred only living true born son of the Lord of BebbanBurg and his rightful heir. We can't go back there m'lord our uncle will kill us" Uhtred wasn't stupid he was rather bright so of course his skin paled at my words. Before he could speak I signaled him to keep quiet and let me do the talking. "M'lord I would offer my sword to you all I ask in exchange is to adopt my younger brother and a Saxon child named Brida who by now will have been taken prisoner by your men and will be at your hall by the time we arrive there.. it has been seen. I plan to adopt her as Uhtred's and my sister.
Ragnar looked at his men then back at Uhtred and me clearly going over it in his head before speaking "It has been seen..? Hmm.. swear on the all-father all you have said is true and you will be welcome on my ships and in my hall."
So I gave my oath and Uhtred and I followed the Danes and headed north towards Ragnar's lands.