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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!"
Njord shook his head, rolling his eyes. A large breath escaped his body, he patted the matted fur trim on his Frostbite raider cloak and moved after them, this land seemed to be warmer then home. |
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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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