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ᚢᚱᛁᛗᛖᚾᛟᚱ- 17 - 3ᚱᛞ ᛈᛖᚱᛋᛟᚾ (Urimenor - 17 - 3rd Person) “I wouldn’t try to run around like that if I were you,” Urimenor said approaching the three. “ᚳᚫᚾ ᚣᛟᚢ ᚸᛟ ᚹᚫᛏᚳᚻ ᛗᚣ ᚾᛖᛏᛋ ᚱᚫᚸᚾᚫᚱᛳ” (can you go watch my nets Ragnar?) Uri asked her brother and he hesitantly turned away from the man with a glare before he went to go tend to his sister’s fishing nets. “You have hypothermia, so you aren’t able to do much,” Uri said with a pause “If we wanted to kill you we would have left you there or chopped your head off,” she said with a sigh. Her brother couldn’t speak the common language, he was never taught how so he only knew the language their village and the surrounding villages spoke. Uri was never taught the common tongue but she learned it from listening to the traders that would come by ship. “What is your name and why was your boat wrecked?” Uri said “That is if you can even remember your own name,” Uri said with a scoff, knowing how difficult people could be if you are a stranger. It doesn’t matter if you are trying to help them or not. “ᛁᚩ ᚻᛖ ᛚᚢᚾᚸᛖᛋ ᚫᛏ ᚣᛟᚢ ᚻᛖ ᛁᛋ ᛞᛖᚫᛞ,” (if he lunges at you he is dead,) Ragnar says in their native tongue to Uri as he approached the two. It was quiet apart from the crashing waves against rocks and the sound of the fire. The elk had already moved on and were long gone by now.
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Njord Sigbjorn - 23 - outcast - Njords eyes narrowed at the woman, she spoke the common language, well this made it a little better. Njord turned and looked at her from his spot on the ground, his legs bent awkwardly underneath him.
Njord clenched his teeth, "if you think I am going to tell you my name, then you are sorely mistaken woman" he said, the words hissing out between his chattering teeth. He remembered his own name, he also remembered how his brother told him not to claim the family name, "Just call me S-sigbjorn for now, until I know I can trust you... enough to know my, n-name" the chattering wasn't helping his case, he didn't want to go any closer to them, but he was so cold and numb... Njord shifted so he was on his hands and knees, pulling himself forwards a little, "I got caught in a storm, got struck down I did." He said, lifting a arched eyebrow at the woman, then watched as the man came up beside her, speaking his clan language.
"What did he say?" He asked, talking to the woman, but his eyes fixed on the man with a glare. Njord knew almost nothing when it came to the sicknesses of the world, he knew how to swing and axe, and that's how he preferred it. "S-so... what does this h-hypothermia d-do, how do I t-treat it? He asked, smoothing his black locks with a sandy hand. |
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ᚢᚱᛁᛗᛖᚾᛟᚱ- 17 - 3ᚱᛞ ᛈᛖᚱᛋᛟᚾ (Urimenor - 17 - 3rd Person) “He is just being a protective older brother,” Urimenor said “Hypothermia is a sickness that you get from being exposed to extremely cold weather.” Uri explained, “Just sit close to the fire and I will make some soup, the only thing we can do is keep you warm, dry, and out of the wind.” Urimenor sat down not too far from the man. “If you don’t do any of that you will 100% die, both me and my brother Rangar were shocked to find you alive,” Uri said and paused realizing something. “I never told you our names, I am Urimenor Dralta, and this is my oldest brother Rangar Dralta. We are from the bewitched Spearhead clan, one of the few Viking villages left that have witches like myself.” It was a well-known fact that most witches were shifters, tribes started accusing the witches of stealing and cursing the tribe so they began forbidding them and kicking them out of the tribes. “ᛏᚻᛁᛋ ᛁᛋ ᛏᚻᛖ ᛗᛟᛋᛏ ᛁᛌᚡᛖ ᚻᛖᚫᚱᛞ ᚣᛟᚢ ᛏᚫᛚᚴ ᛁᚾ ᚣᛖᚫᚱᛋ,” (this is the most I’ve heard you talk in years,) Rangar said and Uri picked up a burning hot rock and threw it at her brother. Her brother yelped as the hot rock hit his arm and he rushed to the ocean to cool off the burn. Uri’s hand was completely fine other than the fact there were ashes from the fire on her hand. “My brother doesn’t speak the common tongue,” Uri explained as she began cutting up fish, removing the bones, and putting them next to the fire. She had a wooden bowl propped up over the fire by sticks. After a bit, she took the bowl down, put herbs in it, mashed up some of the cooked fish, and threw in some of the bone powder she made before handing a serving to the man. She made herself some and made a bowl for Rangar. She threw an uncooked fish for the wolf which it happily accepted. “ᛋᚻᛟᚢᛚᛞ ᚹᛖ ᛏᚫᚴᛖ ᚻᛁᛗ ᛒᚫᚳᚴ ᛏᛟ ᛏᚻᛖ ᛏᚱᛁᛒᛖᛳ” (should we take him back to the tribe?) Rangar asked Uri. “ᛏᛖᚳᚻᚾᛁᚳᚫᛚᛚᚣ ᚻᛖ ᛁᛋ ᛁᚾ ᛞᛖᛒᛏ ᛏᛟ ᚢᛋ ᛋᛁᚾᚳᛖ ᚹᛖ ᛋᚫᚡᛖᛞ ᚻᛁᛋ ᛚᛁᚩᛖᛧ ᛋᛟ ᚣᛖᛋ.” (Technically he is in debt to us since we saved his life, so yes.) Uri said not looking at her brother who just nodded. |
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Njord Sigbjorn - 23 - Outcast - Njords eyes widened, listening to her, she sounded as if she knew what she was talking about, Njord tilted his head, "fine" he muttered, "Urimenor, Ragnar..." he said, tasting the names in his mouth, Njord frowned, they told him their names, should he tell them his now? It would help, as he didn't respond to Sigbjorn, it was still a foreign name. "It's Njord" he muttered before he could change his mind, pushing against the sand to help get him up, stumbling to the spot he woke up in. Njord watched the woman throw the hot coal at her brother, seemingly unfazed, untouched. "You touch fire unharmed?" Njord said, his eyes going wide, who was this woman?
Njord joyfully took the bowl and tucked in, eating the contents, he was impossibly hungry, thanks to the little goose chase just as dinner started, he never got to eat that night. Njord moved to grab another piece of food out of his bowl before he realised what the woman said earlier, "you come from the bewitched spearhead clan?" He said, suprise filling his features, he must've crossed a whole near ocean, from one end to the other. "I come.. came from the frostbite raiders, across the other side..." |
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ᚢᚱᛁᛗᛖᚾᛟᚱ- 17 - 3ᚱᛞ ᛈᛖᚱᛋᛟᚾ (Urimenor - 17 - 3rd Person) Urimenor’s entire body tensed, her pink eyes now turned into slits as they glowed a second set of eyes even appeared under her main ones, similar to how they appear in her dragon form. Ragnar had heard of the Frostbite Raiders before and noticed the shift in Urimenor's demeanor. He quickly set his food down, stood up, pulled Uri up by the collar of her shirt, and stood in front of her. “ᛁ ᛋᚻᛟᚢᛚᛞ ᚴᛁᛚᛚ ᚻᛁᛗ” (I should kill him) Ragnar demanded in an aggressive tone, the wolf jumping to its feet at its master's aggression. A hand appeared on Ragnar’s shoulder, it was Uri’s. She stepped to the side. “What happened? Because one doesn’t simply cross an entire ocean without an important motive,” Urimenor said in an almost challenging tone. All four of her eyes were focused on Njord, knowing it probably made him uneasy. |
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Njord Sigbjorn - 23 - Outcast - Njord swallowed as her eyes narrowed into slits, irises a hot pink, two other eyes popped up below her two main ones. Freaky. "Your a witch..." he said, getting to his feet and stepping back, hoping his eyes weren't bleeding black and purple in response to the new threat. He watched the Urimenors brother come over to him, pulling the witch behind him, his stance protective, Njord got to his feet, placing his arm on the ground behind him and standing tall, looming over her brother. His eyes flicked down to Urimenor, "I- I don't want to talk about it..." the Viking whispered, a distant look in his eye, he wasn't going to tell a witch his secrets, no less with her brother standing there with a murderous look in his eye, and he was to shameful to admit that he was a outcast. |
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ᚢᚱᛁᛗᛖᚾᛟᚱ- 17 - 3ᚱᛞ ᛈᛖᚱᛋᛟᚾ (Urimenor - 17 - 3rd Person) “Well you might want to come up with something because you technically owe us for saving your life,” Urimenor said. Her second set of eyes closed and her pink eyes dimmed so that they weren’t as bright. “Yes, I’m a witch. My tribe has three including me,” Uri said crossing her arms. “ᛋᛁᚾᚳᛖ ᚻᛖ ᚳᚫᚾ ᚹᚫᛚᚴ ᚾᛟᚹ ᚹᛖ ᛋᚻᛟᚢᛚᛞ ᚻᛖᚫᛞ ᛒᚫᚳᚴ ᛏᛟ ᛏᚻᛖ ᛏᚱᛁᛒᛖ.” (Since he can walk now we should head back to the tribe) Ragnar said going to go collect the rest of Uri’s fishing nets. Uri watched him walk off. “We are going to pack up and head back to our tribe now that you can walk,” Urimenor said going to assist her brother. “If you want to stay alive I recommend you come with, because hypothermia can still affect you days after it started.” She said taking out a leather bag and putting the fish in it. Uri carried one and her brother carried another. The fish between the two of them as they waited for Njord. “Well that and you owe us for saving your life,” Urimenor said, "that is if you follow traditional Viking conduct." She added. traditional conduct involved the "an eye for an eye" saying someone hurt you, you hurt them back, someone saves your life, you owe them your life.
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(all good, take the time you need to post, also I apologise for the short response) Njord Sigbjorn - 23 - Outcast - Njord frowned, he didn't like the idea, but they were correct, he owed them even if they should've just left him to die. "Fine" was all he muttered, dragging a hand down his face, sucking in a deep breath. "How many years of service are we talking?" He asked, some in his old clan often had people who owed them work for them, like a slave. It somewhat diminished the owed person also, bonus points. The double eyes from the woman's face disappeared, though, Njord found himself scanning her face closely to see if he could find a hint of what was there. "Does your village know you grow a extra set of eyes?" Njord asked bluntly, still looking at the witch. |
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ᚢᚱᛁᛗᛖᚾᛟᚱ- 17 - 3ᚱᛞ ᛈᛖᚱᛋᛟᚾ (Urimenor - 17 - 3rd Person) Urimenor paused for a moment, thinking. “Well to be honest it’s all simple stuff. Protection when I’m foraging on the far side of the valley; hunting and retrieving pelts; heavy lifting; if the other witches need something I might ask you do to do it. That’s about it. Most witches don’t get married so they don’t have a man to do that stuff for them.” Urimenor explained. “If you work for me the village will most likely immediately accept you because our village values its witches, even if they are scared of us most of the time.” She added motioning for them all to walk. The group started walking back to the base of the mountain. “But yes, my village knows I’m a witch. I live in the witches’ house with two other witches, which honestly the place needs to be fixed up but I might ask for your help with that.” Uri went silent as she began thinking as she walked. “Honestly only maybe 2-3 years of service, and as long as you are doing all that for me you get free services in return for your work. That includes tattoos,” Urimenor explained. Rangar recognized the word tattoo and looked at his sister. “ᚹᚻᚫᛏ ᚫᚱᛖ ᚣᛟᚢ ᛏᚫᛚᚴᛁᚾᚸ ᚫᛒᛟᚢᛏᛳ” (What are you talking about?) Rangar asked his sister. “ᚻᛖ ᚹᚫᛋ ᚫᛋᚴᛁᚾᚸ ᚫᛒᛟᚢᛏ ᛋᛖᚱᚡᛁᚳᛖ ᛏᛁᛗᛖ” (he was asking about service time) Uri told him. “ᛁ ᚹᚫᛋ ᛡᚢᛋᛏ ᛖᛪᛈᛚᚫᛁᚾᛁᚾᚸ ᛏᚻᛖ ᛋᛏᚢᚩᚩ ᛁ ᛞᛟ ᚫᛋ ᚫ ᚹᛁᛏᚳᚻ” (I was just explaining the stuff I do as a witch) She added before she looked forward again.
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(Kk, thanks) Njord Sigbjorn - 23 - Outcast - Njord listened to her closely, "hm, I can do that" he said, his gold-flecked brown eyes darting around the space, walking alongside them both. "Wait... three years?" He said with his eyes wide, he couldn't stay in that village for that long! Njord blinked a few times, cooling his features before looking away from the group, a wildfire raging within. He did not like to serve, but if it meant a chance at dieting in battle instead of on a shore, it was going to be worth it. Even if he had to serve under those stinking villagers, "Tattoos? I am not joining your clan, why would I get tattoos? I am a..." Njord stopped, he fled from the frostbite raiders, he had nowhere to go. He was a outcast. |
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