There's no telling if the colorful brute's sacrifice had been in vain. The beast before them is nasty, and continues its nasty work. Talk of setting a trap, but the viking king will try to draw its attention. Draw agro. Playing on the edge of its range, or what he estimates that range to be. Trying, though there's no telling just how large the worm is. Kiting. He would kite and keep kiting, letting the others set their trap. As long as Víðarr could keep it distracted, no one else needed to get hurt... right? No one else needed to be eaten.
Or at least he can hope. The ice around them quakes, trembles, and he's reminded that they're out to sea. Fuck. It's only getting worse, isn't it?
This character is unstable. Blanket TW for mental health themes applies to all posts.
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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