Assembling them, bringing them together, pulling his family all into one place. Settling. Well and truly settling them right where they should be, and opening the gates to those like them. Víðarr was pleased with the numbers he'd raised, pleased with the group that had decided the harsh landscape would be their home too. Yes, the numbers were here, but it was time to be so much more. Time to do so much more. Víðarr needed to see what they were made of, needed to know what his warriors could do.
Moving out to the Steppe, assessing it-- yes, this would serve them well. It would be theirs too, soon enough. Víðarr found a flat enough piece of ground and a slab of stone to climb up, getting well enough settled. Behind him, the autumn sun hung high in the sky. A warm afternoon, and there was no telling how many of those they'd have left. The viking king tipped his head back, calling for his warriors. It was time to assess, it was time to learn. He would turn them into an army.
"Speech"
Víðarr has two Karelian bear dogs and a white morph tawny owl. Assume they're within calling distance unless otherwise stated.
Víðarr speaks with a dense Swedish accent.
Cooperative
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