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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.
When there is dialog the length doesn't matter as much to me as long as it isn't a one or two-sentence response. |
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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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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.
Sorry got distracted playing a dinosaur game with friends |
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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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