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ᚢᚱᛁᛗᛖᚾᛟᚱ- 17 - 3ᚱᛞ ᛈᛖᚱᛋᛟᚾ (Urimenor - 17 - 3rd Person) “Listen,” Urimenor said “I don’t know what it is like across the Ocean, but we don’t have some of the stuff that your side has. You have dragons, we have wyverns. Dragons are at least reasonable sometimes and can learn common. Wyverns are like giant wild boards, their guts will be all over the ground and they will refuse to run and they will kill everything in sight, no matter how big it is.” Urimenor explained. “That’s why we are bringing you to our village. You can go off on your own but if you work for me long enough you will gain some allies in the village and will become a recognized face. It will just be another form of protection.” Urimenor explained as they continued walking “Also I just used tattoos as an example. Normally the patriarch of a family and the men in the family will get a specific tattoo that identifies their family name in our tribe. If you decide not to go back, you could get your own. That’s why I brought it up.” Uri added “Just laying out ideas and options for you to think about so you are prepared once we reach the village. The chief might ask to see you and my interrogate so I just want you to be prepared.” She explained as they came up to the entrance to the cave that went under the mountains. “On the other side of the tunnel, the village will come into view just a warning.” She said as they walked into the darkness.
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(kk) Njord Sigbjorn - 23 - Outcast - Njord looked down at the woman, when she started talking about dragons, a reckless grin appeared on his face, "Ha! Wyverns can try!" He said, "I will kill them in a heart beat!" He drawled, his reckless smile turning violent and toothy. Njord's eyes darted back and fourth, as she mentioned family, "who says I plan on having a family? No less in the bewitched spearhead clan? Ha! I would make a clan of my own!"
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ᚢᚱᛁᛗᛖᚾᛟᚱ- 17 - 3ᚱᛞ ᛈᛖᚱᛋᛟᚾ (Urimenor - 17 - 3rd Person) Urimenor rolls her eyes as she navigates the cave, both her and her brother avoiding the rocks. Ragnar knew the cave through muscle memory, and well, Uri was just able to see better in the dark due to her wyvern counterpart. The four walked through the tunnel as they headed toward the village. Once they got to the other side it was dusk and Uri just wanted to go home. She let out a sigh. “What do you want to do, set up where you are going to sleep or go and talk to the chief?” *Urimenor asked as they walked, yawning again. |
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Njord Sigbjorn - 23 - Outcast - Njord opened his mouth and letting out a exaggerated wounded sigh, "huff and puff all you want, but I could take down a wyvern if I really wanted too" he said, he knew it was true, cause he could. Four talons are better then two. Njord looked around the village once they arrived, the dusk light making his pale skin glow in the dark, the sounds of a clan came from many buildings, the chorus of playing children, the banging of metal, the sighs of workers. Njord looked around, it was almost like home. Almost. The ground had much less winter touches then home, as it was colder there, much to the clan name's embarrassment.
"Might as well get this conversation with your jarl over and done with" he said, ruffling his shoulder-length black hair, the sun gleaming on his Coca Cola coloured eyes. |
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ᚢᚱᛁᛗᛖᚾᛟᚱ- 17 - 3ᚱᛞ ᛈᛖᚱᛋᛟᚾ (Urimenor - 17 - 3rd Person) "well if you are going to do that Rangar will have to take you. Being a witch I'm not allowed into the warrior's hall unless summoned," Urimenmor said with another yawn. “ᚱᚫᚾᚸᚫᚱ ᚻᛖ ᚹᚫᚾᛏᛋ ᛏᛟ ᛋᛖᛖ ᛏᚻᛖ ᚳᚻᛁᛖᚩ” (Rangar he wants to see the chief) she said tiredly, turning to her brother who seemed annoyed. “I'm headed off to bed, if you are still around in the morning I shall see you then,” Uri said before walking off. Rangar stared at Njord for a moment; attempting to figure something out. “Come,” Rangar managed to say. It was one of the few words he knew in the common tongue. The villagers waved at Rangar with smiles and he smiled and waved back. The crowd's gaze would shift to Njord but they wouldn’t think twice, he was walking with one of the most trusted people in the tribe.
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(sounds fun lol) Njord Sigbjorn - 23 - Outcast - Njord shrugged as the woman said a really long version of 'good night', "see you in the morning I guess" time to start his life of slavery... The young Viking follows Ragnar through the village, his eyes rounded a little when Ragnar spoke the common tongue, "is that the only word you can say in the common tongue?" Njord asked, his voice a bit teasing. A wolfish smile presented itself on Njords face, he was usually like this around his own brothers.
As they walked, Njord lifted his hand and touched a lingering shield, he wondered who it was and who would possibly fight with that thing. "They need a shield upgrade" Njord said flatly, but Ragnar probably didn't understand him. He turned away and kept on following Ragnar, twisting around to see the villagers giving him curious looks, Njord just smirked smugly at them. |
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ᛏᚻᛖ ᛡᚫᚱᛚ - 3ᚱᛞ ᛈᛖᚱᛋᛟᚾ ( The Jarl - 3rd Person) Ragnar leaded Njord through the tribe and towards where the chief was staying, the warriors hall. Once they reached it Ragnar walked inside, leadingNjord foreward. The building was dark, lit by only a couple flames. There were a few large, muscular men inside, most of them between the height of 6’0” and 6’5”. They watched as the two walked past. Ragnar stopped infront of a door. “ᚳᚻᛁᛖᚩ ᚫ ᛋᛏᚱᚫᚾᚸᛖᚱ ᚹᛟᚢᛚᛞ ᛚᛁᚴᛖ ᛏᛟ ᛗᛖᛖᛏ ᚣᛟᚢ. ᛗᚣ ᛋᛁᛋᛏᛖᚱ ᚫᚾᛞ ᛁ ᚩᛟᚢᚾᛞ ᚻᛁᛗ ᚹᚫᛋᚻᛖᛞ ᚫᛋᚻᛟᚱᛖ ᛟᚾ ᛏᚻᛖ ᛟᛏᚻᛖᚱᛋᛁᛞᛖ ᛟᚩ ᛏᚻᛖ ᛗᛟᚢᚾᛏᚫᛁᚾ. ᚻᛖ ᚳᛚᚫᛁᛗᛋ ᛏᛟ ᛒᛖ ᚩᚱᛟᛗ ᚫᚳᚱᛟᛋᛋ ᛏᚻᛖ ᛟᚳᛖᚫᚾ ᚫᚾᛞ ᚳᚫᚾ ᛟᚾᛚᚣ ᛋᛈᛖᚫᚴ ᚳᛟᛗᛗᛟᚾ ᛏᛟᚾᚸᚢᛖ.” (chief a stranger would like to meet you. My sister and I found him washed ashore on the otherside of the mountain. He claims to be from across the ocean and can only speak common tongue.) Ragnar said. “ᛒᚱᛁᚾᚸ ᚻᛁᛗ ᛁᚾᛧ” (Bring him in) A deep male voice said on the other side of the door. Once Ragnar opened the door it revealed a large, heavily tattooed, muscular man. The man was currently sharpening his axe as the two walked in.
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Njord Sigbjorn - 23 - outcast - Njord followed the girls brother through a large hall, housing large men, though all smaller than him. Muscling his way past the warriors, his eyes trained on Ragnar like the rest of the men. Njord rubbed his growing scruff on his jaw when Ragnar just started talking in his own language, meaning Njord wouldn't understand. Fucking language barrier. Bored, Njord shifted, looking around at the others, in hopes they would stop with the alien looks and pass him a much needed drink. He yearned for the alcohol. The Viking male shifted on his large feet again and turned to face the door Ragnar was talking to. Creep.
The door suddenly swung open and Njords boredom vanished, a large man with tattoos and bulging muscles sat, axe in hand. Njord eyed him, studying the man for weakness. Not that he could start a fight and win. Not with all the loyal men in the large hall behind them.
The young dark-haired Viking sighed, shuffling nervously and waved his hand in greeting, "hello, my name is Njord... Sigbjorn! I used to hail from the frostbite raiders" he said, "and hopefully you know the common tongue" he said, a fake smile plastered on his face, not like that hog of a man would acknowledge it. |
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ᛏᚻᛖ ᛡᚫᚱᛚ - 3ᚱᛞ ᛈᛖᚱᛋᛟᚾ ( The Jarl - 3rd Person) The tribe leader stared at Njord for a moment. “All of the elders and higher-ranking men know the Common tongue in our tribe,” the leader said in a monotone voice. “I couldn’t care less about you living amongst us or just simply taking up a small job.” The leader explained almost seeming like he couldn’t care less. “I understand that you probably are in debt to Urimenor or Ragnar here.” The chief motioned to Ragnar. “Here in the Bewitched spearhead tribe, we have more of a trading system than a currency system. If I remember correctly on the other side of the ocean they use some sort of currency?” The leader said raising an eyebrow. “Either way it doesn’t matter, just do whatever you like and don’t stir up trouble.” The leader said with a sigh. “If you have questions ask them now, I’m due to go hunting once the sun completely sets.” The leader said, seemingly unimpressed.
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(all good) Njord Sigbjorn - 23 - Outcast - Njord grunted, what a bland man. The young Viking snorted and looked at the Jarl, "You sound like you don't give a fuck what happens in your clan" he said, his jaw tightened, teeth clenched. He couldn't help it, starting arguments ran deep in his bones. It was something he was miraculously good at.
Njord no longer nervously shuffled, he stood to his full height and lifted his chin, he wasn't afraid of this man. He just had to remember to keep telling himself that. He rolled back his shoulders, putting his large bicep muscles on display. A sign of his power, this clan may of seen Wyverns that are harsher and unruly, but there was nothing as regal and powerful as a dragon. Njord's golden flecked brown eyes flashed with anger as he looked down at the Jarl of the bewitched spearhead clan. He didn't give a cursed fuck who this man was, if anything, he was going to be just another argument.
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