un: ragnvaldr | video

[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]

( 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.