Solveig Bjørnsdóttir
Established
https://i.imgur.com/8sz3Vlb.jpg
Roleplay posts: 11
Age: 27
Appearance: > 5'7"
> Blotched, cream skin
> Blue-grey eyes
> Stocky, yet slight curvy frame
> Blonde-brown hair, long
> Blue inked tattoo images; upper right arm, left forearm, shoulders, back, right thigh
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Equipment: } War axe and seax
} Mead horn
} Leather water flask
} Shoulder pack and belted pouch; odds and ends
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Skills and Abilities: -Horseman
-Hunter
-Axe wielder
-Archer
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Biography: + Handfasted mate to Verner Eskilsson
+ Owner of elkhounds Astrid, Edda and Dagny
Registered: Nov 6, 2022 2:11:02 GMT -5
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Post by Solveig Bjørnsdóttir on Nov 13, 2022 0:44:00 GMT -5
East of the river mouth is a dense forest that expands for miles along the shoreline and well into the mainland towards the snowy mountains running north. The trees are lively and strong and green, bearing snow frequently and still growing - encouraged by the mists from the sea. It is teeming with game and predators, making it productive but dangerous. From small ground critters to deer and elk, and to massive bears and stealthy lynx and bobcats, there is a livelihood to be found here.
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Solveig Bjørnsdóttir
Established
https://i.imgur.com/8sz3Vlb.jpg
Roleplay posts: 11
Age: 27
Appearance: > 5'7"
> Blotched, cream skin
> Blue-grey eyes
> Stocky, yet slight curvy frame
> Blonde-brown hair, long
> Blue inked tattoo images; upper right arm, left forearm, shoulders, back, right thigh
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Equipment: } War axe and seax
} Mead horn
} Leather water flask
} Shoulder pack and belted pouch; odds and ends
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Skills and Abilities: -Horseman
-Hunter
-Axe wielder
-Archer
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Biography: + Handfasted mate to Verner Eskilsson
+ Owner of elkhounds Astrid, Edda and Dagny
Registered: Nov 6, 2022 2:11:02 GMT -5
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Post by Solveig Bjørnsdóttir on Nov 13, 2022 1:14:07 GMT -5
Mörsugur Odins Day 7 | Waxing Wolf Moon
Solvieg took a steady, deep inhale - feeling the burn of the cold air in her lungs. It was strange but almost enlightening having to take a hunt to a personal level like this. She no longer had a bow to strike from a distance, and had to resort to old fashioned methods of tracking and stalking over prolonged periods of time with only a trio of roughly cut spears in her possession and her dogs at her heels. Dagny and Astrid padded along beside her without a sound, their ears constantly flicking as they listened as intently as their master.
She heard the heavy huff and quiet bray of a bull elk and felt her heart thump just a little faster. Her eyes were carefully surveying the setting, and caught sight of the grand antlers lift up from the brush. The head looked as big as a log, more so with the crown, and as it took a couple of paces forward she noticed the thick frame on four, sturdy legs. That beast would feed them for weeks, and the hide would fetch a price in a trade. But it would not go down easily - if it fought, it would be a battle. If it ran, that was going to be a long chase.
She had to score it quickly. For the moment, she waited and watched. It heaved it's large head this way and that as it examined it's surroundings, not finding her and thankfully not catching a whiff of any of them. The breeze was light and a different direction. It paced a little more and lowered its head to graze at the thick grasses.
Her steps were extremely careful and slow as she inched just a bit closer, easing one of her spears up and back beside her head. She inhaled once more and held it steady, before launching the weapon like a javelin for the mass of the animal. Her pride swelled in her chest as it found home in the shoulder and the animal brayed in alarm. It turned with heavy hooves pounding the dirt and bolted the opposite direction, snapping the body of the weapon off against a tree with the splinter head still embedded in flesh.
"Jage!" she barked, leaping over a fallen tree to take up chase - snatching up the newly formed staff from the ground along the way. On command, the pair of hounds took up a loud chase after the animal - tearing through the brush in a blur of fur after their prey. She was nowhere near as fast as any of them, but they became auditory beacons as she brought up the rear.
Solveig freed another spear from the lashings across her back, preparing another throw seemingly blind into the trees. The pair of dogs would flank the elk, giving her a rough indicator where she could launch it further and either strike, miss, or create a distraction to hinder the beast as it ran - all options were expected as she lined up her throw and sent the spear flying high and far into the air ahead.
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Kroe
Established
Roleplay posts: 21
Age: 32
Appearance: Though leaner than most of his kind, Kroe stands several inches above six feet with more than two hundred pounds to his frame. He has pale green skin and pale hair, often tied up with some twine and braided. Small tusks protrude from his lower jaw. This, together with his pointed ears and silver eyes, may tip some off about his odd heritage. He wears a menagerie of piercings, one in his brow and several many of them adorning his ears.
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Equipment: Kroe could barely save his favored scimitar after the flood, but that was all. He fished a waterlogged buckler from a bloated corpse floating by the boat. Otherwise, he has nothing but the clothes on his back.
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Skills and Abilities: Though a skilled swordsman, Kroe seems much better at ambushing and positioning. He's a bit husky to be a rogue, but the rogue life chose him, not the other way around.
He also has a peculiar gift for enchantment, though it isn't something he likes to talk about.
Registered: Mar 23, 2021 20:57:56 GMT -5
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Post by Kroe on Nov 13, 2022 1:57:35 GMT -5
It was the sound he noticed first. What a racket it was, the cracking of twigs and voices of a hunt: from the panicked cries of an animal to the bellows of a leader and her pack. The half-orc whipped around, silver hair smoothing over his shoulders like a cloud parting over mountains. His own spear was fastened from a hefty branch and whittled down, tipped with the tooth of some beast he found dead deep in the woods, picked clean by a horde of scaly birds. It was a shame he wasn't able to procure the hide, but there was hardly anything left when the flock left. At least he still had a sturdy shield, which was still holding up after being plucked from the waters within the mist. It would serve him well here, as something galloped in his direction. Was it headed for him, or was it simply running by? Without an answer, he held his ground and crouched onto one knee, spear pointed straight ahead, shield facing the same direction.
He'd barely had any time to react as the elk burst through the brush, running straight into the tip of the weapon and impaling itself. Kroe hollered in fear and surprise as the weight of the animal forced the butt of his spear into the ground, and without any space to move, hoisted the beast onto its hind legs from the angle. Its front hooves kicked at the orc's shield. It lashed its head back to cry out, but it gargled, choked in its own blood.
It was then that the next weapon spun through the brush and buried itself into the elk's skull, killing it. Kroe screamed again because the elk's massive body was now sliding down the length of his makeshift glaive. He scrambled to move out of the way, only to grunt as he hitched-
His cloak was stuck between the butt of his spear!
With the barking growing close, the rogue panicked, holding his hands up in surrender.
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Solveig Bjørnsdóttir
Established
https://i.imgur.com/8sz3Vlb.jpg
Roleplay posts: 11
Age: 27
Appearance: > 5'7"
> Blotched, cream skin
> Blue-grey eyes
> Stocky, yet slight curvy frame
> Blonde-brown hair, long
> Blue inked tattoo images; upper right arm, left forearm, shoulders, back, right thigh
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Equipment: } War axe and seax
} Mead horn
} Leather water flask
} Shoulder pack and belted pouch; odds and ends
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Skills and Abilities: -Horseman
-Hunter
-Axe wielder
-Archer
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Biography: + Handfasted mate to Verner Eskilsson
+ Owner of elkhounds Astrid, Edda and Dagny
Registered: Nov 6, 2022 2:11:02 GMT -5
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Post by Solveig Bjørnsdóttir on Nov 13, 2022 3:00:42 GMT -5
Astrid and Dagny tore through the foliage just a second later, barking madly at the slumped animal - only making enough noise until they realized that it was not moving again. Then their attention was the green skinned creature underneath it, where they continued to bark menacingly - one with a tail wagging, the older without.
Solveig leapt over a shrub and skid to a hard stop, taking in the scene that lay on the slight incline of torn dirt. Her breath hitched in her throat for a second at the being that was beneath the dying elk, never having seen something like that before. But his raised hands and anxious eyes said enough: he was not here to fight. Upon noting the pike impaling the animal and he being beneath it, it had been a rather unfortunate kill in the flight to escape her.
Eventually the dogs' barking cut through her thoughts. "Tys!" she hissed, causing their noise to stop altogether but they did not stand down. She approached a few paces and took her final spear in both hands, pointed low but ready to come up at a notice at Kroe if he reacted suddenly. She was not entirely sure what to say, or if it would understand her.
"... are you going to hurt me or my dogs?" she grunted, her gaze narrowing in skepticism.
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Kroe
Established
Roleplay posts: 21
Age: 32
Appearance: Though leaner than most of his kind, Kroe stands several inches above six feet with more than two hundred pounds to his frame. He has pale green skin and pale hair, often tied up with some twine and braided. Small tusks protrude from his lower jaw. This, together with his pointed ears and silver eyes, may tip some off about his odd heritage. He wears a menagerie of piercings, one in his brow and several many of them adorning his ears.
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Equipment: Kroe could barely save his favored scimitar after the flood, but that was all. He fished a waterlogged buckler from a bloated corpse floating by the boat. Otherwise, he has nothing but the clothes on his back.
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Skills and Abilities: Though a skilled swordsman, Kroe seems much better at ambushing and positioning. He's a bit husky to be a rogue, but the rogue life chose him, not the other way around.
He also has a peculiar gift for enchantment, though it isn't something he likes to talk about.
Registered: Mar 23, 2021 20:57:56 GMT -5
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Post by Kroe on Nov 13, 2022 16:52:25 GMT -5
"Only if you were to swing first," said the half-orc, keeping his hands up. The elk continued to slide down the length of the makeshift spear, and Kroe eyed it warily. "I have no qualms with you. I will not attack any of you, on my word... if that means anything to you."
Kroe attempted to shuffle to the side of the corpse, and somehow successfully pulled the butt of the weapon at just the right angle to cause the beast to fall opposite of him. Scrambling to his feet, the man resumed his defeated stance. "I am Kroe. I'm an orc but-" He held out a hand, "-Not one of those! I'm not a monster."
Ah, he'd heard those words many times before. In a strange turn of events, it was safer now to reveal the most obvious part of his heritage than it was to the reason he had silver hair. He hoped she wouldn't ask questions about it. Instead of waiting, he pointed to her, then to her dogs. "And you? And them."
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Solveig Bjørnsdóttir
Established
https://i.imgur.com/8sz3Vlb.jpg
Roleplay posts: 11
Age: 27
Appearance: > 5'7"
> Blotched, cream skin
> Blue-grey eyes
> Stocky, yet slight curvy frame
> Blonde-brown hair, long
> Blue inked tattoo images; upper right arm, left forearm, shoulders, back, right thigh
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Equipment: } War axe and seax
} Mead horn
} Leather water flask
} Shoulder pack and belted pouch; odds and ends
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Skills and Abilities: -Horseman
-Hunter
-Axe wielder
-Archer
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Biography: + Handfasted mate to Verner Eskilsson
+ Owner of elkhounds Astrid, Edda and Dagny
Registered: Nov 6, 2022 2:11:02 GMT -5
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Post by Solveig Bjørnsdóttir on Nov 13, 2022 21:58:43 GMT -5
Her expression did not shift in the slightest by his reveal of his race. After a few painstakingly long seconds of contemplation she drew her weapon back and let the base of the spear thud on the ground beside her. "Never seen an orc, or know what one is. You look like a troll, sorta. But you sound just like me: you don't hit me, I don't hit you."
Solveig paced closer, looking over the elk that lay in a hulking heap in the dirt. "Løslade," she chirped.
The pair of animals eased in their guard and approached - the elder Astrid sniffing at Kroe curiously with a lazily swaying tail. Dagny, on the other hand, bound right up to him and attempted to sniff every inch of him with eccentric delight evident in her wiggling rump and wagging tail - her parted maw almost akin to a friendly smile.
"I am Solveig. The older girl is Astrid. The silly one is Dagny. They don't bite unless you give them reason to, or I tell them to." She placed a careful hand against the warm hide of the beast and muttered quietly under her breath for a brief moment, before turning her attention back to Kroe with an undetermined gaze. "I'm guessing you were hunting, too, but didn't expect to be in the middle of the chase," she added with a short chuckle.
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Kroe
Established
Roleplay posts: 21
Age: 32
Appearance: Though leaner than most of his kind, Kroe stands several inches above six feet with more than two hundred pounds to his frame. He has pale green skin and pale hair, often tied up with some twine and braided. Small tusks protrude from his lower jaw. This, together with his pointed ears and silver eyes, may tip some off about his odd heritage. He wears a menagerie of piercings, one in his brow and several many of them adorning his ears.
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Equipment: Kroe could barely save his favored scimitar after the flood, but that was all. He fished a waterlogged buckler from a bloated corpse floating by the boat. Otherwise, he has nothing but the clothes on his back.
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Skills and Abilities: Though a skilled swordsman, Kroe seems much better at ambushing and positioning. He's a bit husky to be a rogue, but the rogue life chose him, not the other way around.
He also has a peculiar gift for enchantment, though it isn't something he likes to talk about.
Registered: Mar 23, 2021 20:57:56 GMT -5
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Post by Kroe on Dec 6, 2022 17:05:25 GMT -5
Kroe wrinkled his nose at the mention of being a troll. He may have been an abomination, but he was nowhere near that ugly! Still, she wasn't about to order her hounds to rip him to shreds, so that was a start. That she didn't know what an orc was helped, as well. Perhaps she also had no knowledge of elves and enchantresses, too! And maybe that meant he was truly safe from persecution. Oh, what a dream.
The half-orc dared not move as the dogs sniffed him, the hairs on the back of his neck standing on end. Though friendly, these were still hunting dogs with teeth that could ravage flesh in seconds.
"Good to meet you. All of you," he replied, trying to smile. It came off every bit as nervous as he felt. Slowly, he rose to his feet and pulled his cloak closer to himself. "Not hunting, just traveling, but I was getting hungry. In a world like this, is anyone ever full?"
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Solveig Bjørnsdóttir
Established
https://i.imgur.com/8sz3Vlb.jpg
Roleplay posts: 11
Age: 27
Appearance: > 5'7"
> Blotched, cream skin
> Blue-grey eyes
> Stocky, yet slight curvy frame
> Blonde-brown hair, long
> Blue inked tattoo images; upper right arm, left forearm, shoulders, back, right thigh
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Equipment: } War axe and seax
} Mead horn
} Leather water flask
} Shoulder pack and belted pouch; odds and ends
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Skills and Abilities: -Horseman
-Hunter
-Axe wielder
-Archer
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Biography: + Handfasted mate to Verner Eskilsson
+ Owner of elkhounds Astrid, Edda and Dagny
Registered: Nov 6, 2022 2:11:02 GMT -5
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Post by Solveig Bjørnsdóttir on Dec 24, 2022 2:26:55 GMT -5
The question posed provoked a sharp bellow of a laugh from the woman, caught off guard by the remark. Her smile broadened with an easy curl of her lips as she moved to tug the roughly made spear from the fallen animal. "Indeed, many wouldn't be," she replied with a hefty grunt - almost toppling over as the weapon suddenly slid free. "Always hungry for their lot in life.
"If you're hungry then I have a proposal for you..." She glanced him up and down for a brief moment as she contemplated how to address him. "Kroe Orc-man. I can't drag this beast intact back to my camp on my own, nor could we eat all the meat."
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Kroe
Established
Roleplay posts: 21
Age: 32
Appearance: Though leaner than most of his kind, Kroe stands several inches above six feet with more than two hundred pounds to his frame. He has pale green skin and pale hair, often tied up with some twine and braided. Small tusks protrude from his lower jaw. This, together with his pointed ears and silver eyes, may tip some off about his odd heritage. He wears a menagerie of piercings, one in his brow and several many of them adorning his ears.
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Equipment: Kroe could barely save his favored scimitar after the flood, but that was all. He fished a waterlogged buckler from a bloated corpse floating by the boat. Otherwise, he has nothing but the clothes on his back.
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Skills and Abilities: Though a skilled swordsman, Kroe seems much better at ambushing and positioning. He's a bit husky to be a rogue, but the rogue life chose him, not the other way around.
He also has a peculiar gift for enchantment, though it isn't something he likes to talk about.
Registered: Mar 23, 2021 20:57:56 GMT -5
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Post by Kroe on Dec 27, 2022 1:37:39 GMT -5
Though he was small for an orc, Kroe still stood several heads taller than the woman, and was certainly many times stronger due to the green side of his heritage. With only a lick of thought, which was many less licks than the dogs gave to his hands, the man agreed. "I believe I can do that much. I can also help skin the animal, if you wish."
He took off his cloak, revealing a strong, but lithe frame. There was a gauntness to him here and there: a bit too many ribs showing, a hollowness to his cheeks. Still, the half-orc found the strength to tie the cloak around the animal's neck, back, and front legs in a makeshift sling, leaving two ends for him and Solveig to pull. "How far is your camp?" he asked. "And, if you will humor me, tell me about your world. My kind is plenty where I am from, so it is curious that you do not know of them."
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Solveig Bjørnsdóttir
Established
https://i.imgur.com/8sz3Vlb.jpg
Roleplay posts: 11
Age: 27
Appearance: > 5'7"
> Blotched, cream skin
> Blue-grey eyes
> Stocky, yet slight curvy frame
> Blonde-brown hair, long
> Blue inked tattoo images; upper right arm, left forearm, shoulders, back, right thigh
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Equipment: } War axe and seax
} Mead horn
} Leather water flask
} Shoulder pack and belted pouch; odds and ends
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Skills and Abilities: -Horseman
-Hunter
-Axe wielder
-Archer
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Biography: + Handfasted mate to Verner Eskilsson
+ Owner of elkhounds Astrid, Edda and Dagny
Registered: Nov 6, 2022 2:11:02 GMT -5
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Post by Solveig Bjørnsdóttir on Mar 12, 2023 9:16:07 GMT -5
Solveig hoisted up the pair of ends to guide the two of them for the trek back to her boat, thankful for his cooperation. Perhaps his arrival had been something fated by the gods. "Skinning can be tedious - I won't turn down your help," she replied with a gentle smile, that eased into a minor grimace as she thought about home. "Before waters the size of great oak trees swept it all away? The air was brisk always, from the nearby mountains. The summers were nice, the winters bitter. The land was green, the forests were vast and you could watch the deer herds migrate in and out of the trees with the seasons. Farmers from our village had several plots that had bountiful yields. The hunters traded their game and pelts."
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Kroe
Established
Roleplay posts: 21
Age: 32
Appearance: Though leaner than most of his kind, Kroe stands several inches above six feet with more than two hundred pounds to his frame. He has pale green skin and pale hair, often tied up with some twine and braided. Small tusks protrude from his lower jaw. This, together with his pointed ears and silver eyes, may tip some off about his odd heritage. He wears a menagerie of piercings, one in his brow and several many of them adorning his ears.
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Equipment: Kroe could barely save his favored scimitar after the flood, but that was all. He fished a waterlogged buckler from a bloated corpse floating by the boat. Otherwise, he has nothing but the clothes on his back.
_______________________________________________________
Skills and Abilities: Though a skilled swordsman, Kroe seems much better at ambushing and positioning. He's a bit husky to be a rogue, but the rogue life chose him, not the other way around.
He also has a peculiar gift for enchantment, though it isn't something he likes to talk about.
Registered: Mar 23, 2021 20:57:56 GMT -5
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Post by Kroe on Mar 23, 2023 11:17:50 GMT -5
Kroe, too, thought the Gods had fated his arrival, but for different reasons than Solveig. It was a secret he held close to his heart, terrified of what she would do if she found out. What anyone would do. For now, he would keep any information on himself low; speak about his tribe. She did not know about them, and from the sounds of it, they lived in very different places. Kroe hoped they were different enough.
"It sounds beautiful," he breathed. "Peaceful and lush, like the place of my childhood. I haven't seen such a place until-" He gestures out, at the forest around them, though he knew it wasn't the same. "Where I lived recently, it was sand and dust and mesas. My tribe stormed the horizon and snuffled out all they could, taking it for themselves. I was not receptive to their decisions, but... I had little choice, out in the middle of nowhere with no food, no water."
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Solveig Bjørnsdóttir
Established
https://i.imgur.com/8sz3Vlb.jpg
Roleplay posts: 11
Age: 27
Appearance: > 5'7"
> Blotched, cream skin
> Blue-grey eyes
> Stocky, yet slight curvy frame
> Blonde-brown hair, long
> Blue inked tattoo images; upper right arm, left forearm, shoulders, back, right thigh
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Equipment: } War axe and seax
} Mead horn
} Leather water flask
} Shoulder pack and belted pouch; odds and ends
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Skills and Abilities: -Horseman
-Hunter
-Axe wielder
-Archer
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Biography: + Handfasted mate to Verner Eskilsson
+ Owner of elkhounds Astrid, Edda and Dagny
Registered: Nov 6, 2022 2:11:02 GMT -5
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Post by Solveig Bjørnsdóttir on Mar 26, 2023 3:30:45 GMT -5
Beautiful, he had said. It made her smile longingly as she silently agreed.
The confession of his former land made her grin fade as she considered how ugly it sounded. Dry and arid, sand and dust - it sounded like an unyielding environment. The fact that his people raided for their living means said quite a bit, but it was also unveiling on Kroe's person: he could do what was needed if backed into a corner, and he was not necessarily a bad creature at heart.
Perhaps this was a friendship in the making.
"It sounds rather demeaning of a life," she replied quietly, recalling her recent raid on the township further south. "But to live, you have to do what you have to do. At least the land here is rather abundant in means to survive - we happened to land next to a river fed from those mountains-" She indicated with a nod of her head towards the northwest. "Sweetest water I've ever tasted in my life," she added with a laugh.
"I confess, I don't have experience in lands like you describe - I'm interested to hear a little more. And more about you, if you've lived like that. It sounds like my ancestors in a small aspect." She trudged on and looked over her shoulder to Kroe. " 'If you want land or wealth, you have to take it.' And they did."
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Kroe
Established
Roleplay posts: 21
Age: 32
Appearance: Though leaner than most of his kind, Kroe stands several inches above six feet with more than two hundred pounds to his frame. He has pale green skin and pale hair, often tied up with some twine and braided. Small tusks protrude from his lower jaw. This, together with his pointed ears and silver eyes, may tip some off about his odd heritage. He wears a menagerie of piercings, one in his brow and several many of them adorning his ears.
_______________________________________________________
Equipment: Kroe could barely save his favored scimitar after the flood, but that was all. He fished a waterlogged buckler from a bloated corpse floating by the boat. Otherwise, he has nothing but the clothes on his back.
_______________________________________________________
Skills and Abilities: Though a skilled swordsman, Kroe seems much better at ambushing and positioning. He's a bit husky to be a rogue, but the rogue life chose him, not the other way around.
He also has a peculiar gift for enchantment, though it isn't something he likes to talk about.
Registered: Mar 23, 2021 20:57:56 GMT -5
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Post by Kroe on May 24, 2023 21:14:33 GMT -5
Mountains. He'd seen dunes in the past, but mountains were new to him. Traversing them was difficult; there was never a straight path and they wound around in the most confusing ways. They also strained the muscles in his legs. He was sore for days at a time, but an orc never bent down over pain.
"I suppose I always looked forward to a better life when I was in the dunes; the one my mother always hoped for me," he replied, walking alongside her. He looked to the northwest, feeling his parched tongue yearn for something fresher than brine and blood. "Will you take me there? It's been... too long since I had good water."
When she showed interest in his story, the orc's eyebrows raised. He put a hand to his chest. "Me?" he exclaimed softly. Those who were genuinely interested in his story were few and far between. "Perhaps we are alike. I was not always with the tribe. My mother raised me for many years, and just as I would become a man, she... died. She'd been battling sickness."
Not a complete truth, but not entirely a lie.
"When she passed, I was alone. I tried to seek solace in her people, and they turned me away. With nowhere else to turn, I found that my father's kin would take me in. They did not like me, but they found me useful, so they kept me around until the deluge. Life was one village after the next, ever-moving, doing dirty, grimy work. It wasn't glorious. I wasn't happy. I think, perhaps... I can start being happy now, however." He clicked a long nail on his chin before eying her. "And what of you? I never speak so much. I'm afraid I'm out of breath." He smirked.
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