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[devowr]

[A pretty man with red hair and a thick grey fur shawl around his shoulders appears, seeming hesitant for a moment. He understands that this is how it works, having seen it before. Still. It’s new to him. ]

Good evening. [For those who speak English or its interdimensional equivalents will hear a thick Scandinavian accent. His voice is clear and confident, and he offers a warm smile to the camera.]

Though the snow and creature-rearing has kept us busy and indoors these past weeks, there is no reason we cannot get to know one another. Afterall, must we wait until spring to match-make? So much idle time, so much plentiful food… I think we should all become better acquainted.

My name is Ragnvaldr, the qualities that make me a good husband include hunting, fishing, wood-chopping, and leather making. Also, I am literate.

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[rowd]

Nah I mean, the name of the guy in charge who gave us all like, family roles and shit.

( it was a stupid name, too, so the fact he can't remember it is really pissing him off. ah well. )

Some people got put into pairs, others had three. I just got lucky there - who wouldn't want both?

[devowr]

…Ja, who wouldn’t. If this was an option, it could be quite beneficial. Had I known this was possible…

[He doesn’t lose himself in his thoughts, but he nods. This gives him new ideas he’d never considered before. ]

I would never have to leave a wife and a child without protection. Much better protection against the Skin Granny.

Perhaps this is the way. Thank you- Ah. Samil, is it? This is brilliant.

[rowd]

Usually people stick with Sam, but Samil's fine too.

( you'd think he'd just change his username, but that feels like effort. )

But see, you get it. Just get one of each, an' you're set. Though I'm pretty sure Kate could've kicked my ass if she really wanted to. I'd trust her to figure out how to kick some skin granny's ass too.

[devowr]

Sam it is. [He’s people. He can be with it.]

… Ah, that’s just a folk story. The skin granny is not real. I hope I didn’t alarm you.

It is a story we tell one another, to remind ourselves of the dangers of being away from home for too long. She is merely a- a boogeyman, you see.

Still, that is good enthusiasm to have. A battle-worthy mate is a rare find. Are you a warrior as well?

[rowd]

I've heard of way worse than "skin granny". If there was something out there called that, it wouldn't be surprising.

( is he looking for a husband now that he Gets It. is that what this is.

does sam really care or does he just want the chance to tease some poor dude? who knows. )

Yeah, I am. Kinda famous for being a great warrior, too.

[devowr]

You may have heard of worse, and so have I. We all fear some things worse than others. The Skin Granny used to be the worst thing I could imagine. I would not take it for granted.

[a beat. ]

Tell me of your conquests, then. It should be a good story.

cw: mild gore

[rowd]

Sure.

( not like he has anything time-sensitive on his plate to do currently. why not talk about cool shit he's done before? )

A while back, before I was here, there was a Seraph getting a little too close to the Southern border of Bristol. Big guy, I'd say he was about - maybe twice as big as I am? Twelve feet tall or so. But we'd just gotten back from taking down another guy elsewhere, so we were all fucking exhausted by that point. Anyway, we were just off the train, ready for a long goddamn nap, and this fucker shows up. So Tal and I head out on our own, 'cause Sylas was still down for the count.

It took us, fighting together, eleven goddamn hours to get that asshole to fall. Usually we switch off so we've got time to patch ourselves up, but this guy was not only fast but vicious. If I hadn't already gotten my hands on a broadsword during our last fight, I don't think there would've been enough blood between us for anything useful. He had my leg hanging half-off before I had enough time to notice he'd noticed us coming. I'd get up, Tal'd fall in the same breath. The Seraph'd paint the floor with my guts, and Tal'd have just enough time to get himself up off the ground to pull his attention long enough to keep me from keeling over. Eleven. Goddamn. Hours. Of us taking turns cutting into him while he kept fucking us over before he stayed down and out. You ever fight anyone for eleven hours straight? We passed out for forever just laying in our blood and shit until the Guard showed up and dragged our asses back into the safe zone. Got our asses kicked by Sylas for it. But I heard the guy was so fucked after that they couldn't even salvage him for parts, so.

[devowr]

[A lot of the nouns, people, places- they all fly over his head. But he understands parts, and what he judges to be the important parts of it all. ]

A single battle with one enemy for eleven hours? No, I don’t think so. I can scarce imagine such a thing, such a tenacious opponent. Battle are usually quick things, even when they are grueling. There is only so much blood. There is only so much magic before a sorcerer loses his mind.

[But, he’d spent longer than that in the dungeons of Fear and Hunger. Not that he’d known how long he spent there. ]

You must have had an incredible team for support- You must be quite the impressive warrior yourself. Most men would double over just from the hunger during such exertion.

…I have luckily never shit myself during combat. That must have been terrible.

[rowd]

( there's an ugly snort from sam, before he settles back onto the couch he's sitting on and just, )

It's just a word, I wasn't in my own shit. ( well. ) Not that I know of anyway.

I could've eaten a whole cow by myself after, but hunger's not something that slows me down unless it's been like, weeks since I last had anything decent.

( the rules of physics don't apply to him. )

[devowr]

After eleven hours, I don’t think anyone would judge you.

[Really, if this is no exaggeration, that pushes even incredible limits!]

Ah… I have starved before, as have many of my people. It takes just days to truly start to lose grasp on reality.

[And what comes after that… Well.]

You must be very resilient. If we are to prove ourselves here, we should count ourselves lucky to have you. So… What is your weapon of choice?

[rowd]

Usually an axe or a sword or something like that.

( he likes things that are big and sharp that he can swing around. )

But I've been sticking mostly to knives since I got here.