TertiusHuman
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OOC
Name: Thorvald Grelson
Age: 29
Height: 1.75m
Hair: Light brown
Eyes: Green
Wears typical Viking clothing and carries a shield, a war axe and battle axe along with a dagger and various other odds and ends to help on his journey.
Has the image of a crow tatooed on the left hand side of his neck and wears a talisman to Thor around his neck
Strengths: He is just a normal human with the life-long love for battle that a true-born son of a Viking Raider would have. He is proficient with all and any weapons that can be found in the normal Northern arsenal, but excels at the axe.
Weakness: Can be a bit hot headed and willful, also has a thing for a woman with big breasts
IC
It had been a long month at sea when Thorvald landed with his kinsmen on the shores of Skör, his home village. As they off loaded their loot, an unseasonal wind and storm cloud cover came rushing in from nowhere, drowning out the weak sun and washing everybody in a torrent of fine drops of water.
It was only when everybody looked around to see if any of their loved ones was gone, that they realized that there stood a giant of a man in their midst.
"Thorvald, son of Grel."
The voice boomed, yet sighed in the wind as well, thunder rumbled in the ominous clouds and a wide berth was given to this stranger. He looked around, the piercing blue eyes settled on Thorvald as Thorvald stepped forward, the loot that he had brought with him forgotten on the ship.
"Thorvald, I bid you to find the stones of Kelt. You are deemed worthy and will do so on command of all the gods you hold dear and bend a knee to."
Eyes turned to Thorvald, who could not find anything to say, which was just as well.
"You shall find the stones of Kelt and deliver it to the temple of the gods here in Skör, I shall be waiting."
The thunder and lighting which accompanied these words made it very clear that there was not any option nor discussion, that Thorvald was charged by the gods themselves to walk this road.
That was two days ago
Thorvald shouldered his backpack and shield, making sure that his weapons was easy accessible and eyed the dark forest which surrounded the trail he was following. Then he squared his shoulders and walked into the shadows cast by the heavy tree canopy.
Name: Thorvald Grelson
Age: 29
Height: 1.75m
Hair: Light brown
Eyes: Green
Wears typical Viking clothing and carries a shield, a war axe and battle axe along with a dagger and various other odds and ends to help on his journey.
Has the image of a crow tatooed on the left hand side of his neck and wears a talisman to Thor around his neck
Strengths: He is just a normal human with the life-long love for battle that a true-born son of a Viking Raider would have. He is proficient with all and any weapons that can be found in the normal Northern arsenal, but excels at the axe.
Weakness: Can be a bit hot headed and willful, also has a thing for a woman with big breasts
IC
It had been a long month at sea when Thorvald landed with his kinsmen on the shores of Skör, his home village. As they off loaded their loot, an unseasonal wind and storm cloud cover came rushing in from nowhere, drowning out the weak sun and washing everybody in a torrent of fine drops of water.
It was only when everybody looked around to see if any of their loved ones was gone, that they realized that there stood a giant of a man in their midst.
"Thorvald, son of Grel."
The voice boomed, yet sighed in the wind as well, thunder rumbled in the ominous clouds and a wide berth was given to this stranger. He looked around, the piercing blue eyes settled on Thorvald as Thorvald stepped forward, the loot that he had brought with him forgotten on the ship.
"Thorvald, I bid you to find the stones of Kelt. You are deemed worthy and will do so on command of all the gods you hold dear and bend a knee to."
Eyes turned to Thorvald, who could not find anything to say, which was just as well.
"You shall find the stones of Kelt and deliver it to the temple of the gods here in Skör, I shall be waiting."
The thunder and lighting which accompanied these words made it very clear that there was not any option nor discussion, that Thorvald was charged by the gods themselves to walk this road.
That was two days ago
Thorvald shouldered his backpack and shield, making sure that his weapons was easy accessible and eyed the dark forest which surrounded the trail he was following. Then he squared his shoulders and walked into the shadows cast by the heavy tree canopy.
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