FORGED BY THE WRATH OF GODS
FIRST MEETING & OPEN
Walking away with a victory clutched between his teeth, bruised and bloody-- there is no better feeling. There is little he loves more. The shadowed viking king... yes. That feels good on his tongue. The title was still a work in progress, sure. The words assigned him by the common man meant little, if anything at all. No, meaning comes from what Víðarr would assign to it. Meaning... isn't that what they're trying to do? That was a thought perhaps too deep for the moment. He was still riding high on the victory, riding high on it all.
Riding high as he crests the Maw. The very top, the highest point. High enough to hear the rush of wind in his ears. High enough to hear the call of the void, though he pushed back against it. Víðarr had promised the woman of his dreams, the woman he planned to make his wife, a mountain. What a glorious mountain it was. It's from the very top that he tips his head back and lets loose a call, deep and haunting. An edge of danger, yes. Víðarr beckoned for all who dare join them. All who would walk beside them through the carnage and call it theirs.
Ooc: open for whoever would like to join Heiðinn, planning to respond on 8/13 (one week from now) <3
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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.
Brida
Soothsayer
Expert Fighter (175)
Advanced Hunter (90)
4 Years
Female
97
Dragon Mod
![Critical Fail!](/images/awards/fighting/CriticalFail.png)
![1K](/images/awards/general/1k.png)
She'd been wandering for what felt like ages. Not quite fitting into one place or the other, not quite finding where she belonged since Valentine had slipped away from them. The multitude of siblings she had under the name of Regni...the drive to work her way to Imperialis had all but slipped away. The Imperialis family seemed to be nothing more than a distant memory now. Of all the stories and everything she had been told by the Founder himself...well...she had abandoned that goal and was working toward her own goals now. A name she felt worthy of. Something she wanted to earn through her own achievements. Her prowess. Something that would bring her honor. She had caught the tail end of the fight for the fallen pack, and when the viking warrior took off to the nearby mountains, Brida couldn't help but to follow. She was interested to see and hear what his goals were. To see if maybe this would be the place for her. The wayward pagan warrior wanted a place to settle. A place where she could find glory in the fields of battle. Maybe this would be it. Or maybe it wouldn't...only time would tell. Upon her arrival, only one other was there. Another she-wolf with colors similar to her own. She walked up with head held high, her ravens circling above as they checked things out before coming to land upon her broad back. She dipped her head to the new King, a glint in her eye. "Are you seeking a path to glory?" Was that even his goal? Was he going to be the one to guide her on this endeavor? Or was she mistaken? |
Gimli
Paladin
Master Fighter (240)
Expert Hunter (175)
Berserker
7 Years
Male
51
Dragon Mod
![Samhain 2022](/images/awards/events/Samhain.png)
![Statue 1 Worship](/images/awards/events/Statue1.png)
![1K](/images/awards/general/1k.png)
![Ice Bridge Explorer](/images/awards/events/Ice_Bridge.png)
![Christmas 2019](/images/awards/events/Christmas.gif)
![Treat 2019](/images/awards/events/Treat.png)
It had been a good fight to witness. The Klein wench had fallen. Though he didn't know which one it was, Gimli had zero sympathy for any of Klein blood. He had disowned them and their name for years now and had changed his own name and forged his own path. Though he'd always be related to them by blood, they would never be considered family or kin. They had abandoned him in the past, and they weren't the kind he could ever trust. He had been a loner ever since he left all those years ago, running with small bands or on his own. Raiding and surviving, making a name for himself out there. But even then, his Norweigan companion, Knut, was the only one he'd ever be able to truly trust with his life. |
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![](https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/895951194160267264/1143062818321596498/gimli_sig.png)
Róta
Stalker
Expert Fighter (140)
Advanced Hunter (60)
7 Years
Female
5
NachoMumma
![Samhain 2022](/images/awards/events/Samhain.png)
![](https://i.ibb.co/zhfRnK1/rota.png)
Rota hadn't needed to see the fight to know her brother would win, so she had taken her time assending to the peak of the maw. Strangers had gathered and a smirk graced her mud tarnished maw, green eyes assessing the rag tag group and finding them welcome enough. Though she itched to stand alongside her brother, she would leave the space open for the pale woman he seemed to spend much time with, when he wasn't off galavanting with the consequences of his actions... another surprise, but not an unwelcome one. This all seemed like a reason to celebrate, and there had been scant few chances for that in recent days. The cold was bracing, and winter was approaching. Just like home. Finally. A home.
“Speech”