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    Okay, here it is! I have a bit of info on my character in the spoiler (& I will add more when I know where I'm going with this character), but things can be changed a little if we need them to be.


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    plots?;

    - So I was thinking that maybe his father died in the raid, and when he goes home he has to take up control of the jarldom? Perhaps by force because someone else took advantage of him and his father being gone?

    - Maybe he was hurt in the failed raid & your character decides to help him, not really knowing that he's technically the enemy?

    - Any side-plots you can come up with would be great!

    Hily Mooray • Nineteen y/o • female

    * muse b

    * has three younger brothers

    * mother has died

    * father often works long hours

    * she is the main caretaker of her mothers

    * knows some medical facts



    here she is! I hope she's okay! If you want me to change anything let me know

    I was thinking that one day while her brothers are playing they come across his body. They go and fetch Hily and she says that she isn't going to help him cause she knows he's the enemy, but her brothers beg her and she finally gives in?

    I would be okay with that if we then timeskip to another point? I don't see how much I could do with my character in that situation, if you know what I mean?

    ( Sure thing! I hope this post gives you enough to work with. )


    He could only hear screaming and the clank of iron against iron in his dreams, he had dreamed of battle when he was younger, but in those dreams he was victorious - in these, their forces were crushed. They weren't just dreams, more like memories turned to nightmares. He could see the blood turning the ground red, those he had grown up with and sailed with lying dead or dying, a feast for the wolves and ravens. He looked across the field to see his father and sister outnumbered and doomed. He looked at death in that battle, and ran.


    Magnus had stumbled through the night to try to escape from it, making sure to trek through rivers so they couldn't track him, with no real direction, hoping to just reach the sea again. He had no such luck, however, having ran until he could do so no more, until he collapsed and was sure that death would take him there and that he would die a coward. Apparently, the gods had no such plans for him, as when he awoke from yet another turbulent dream of battle, he was in a house.


    The sounds and sights and smells were unfamiliar to him, and although he still felt pain, he was healed a little. Testing putting pressure on his wounded leg, he found that he could still walk if he leaned on things to help him. He didn't know who would do this for him. Had they mistaken him for a local? That was impossible, he had been wearing his armor. In fact, where was his armor and weapons? Magnus wouldn't get very far without them - not to say that he could do much of anything in this state - so he resolved to find whoever was living here, or whoever had helped him. He assumed those things were one in the same. Slowly, cautiously making his way into the next room, he called out to whoever might be there. "Hello?" he said, using his native language without thinking. He was passable at the language they used here, but didn't think to speak it right now, his mind was far too jumbled with other thoughts to try his hand at speaking a largely unfamiliar language.

    Hily • nineteen y/o • female


    She knew what she had done was incredibly wrong. Not only was she putting herself and brothers in danger, but her own village as well. Why did she have to have such a large heart? Well if she where being perfectly honest she wouldn't have done it in the first place. Leaving the stranger there to die was something she could have respectively done, but her child brothers could not. Their young and pure minds hadn't yet been corrupted by the wars and anger of the world they lived in, and her choice to leave a helpless man to die wasn't going to be the first harsh glimpse they would see.


    Not yet anyway.


    It had been a hard recovery. Infection was the worse part. Many times she thought she had lost him but he would always find a way back. She didn't know how long he fully had been there, but if she where to guess it would be around three weeks.


    Currently the family of five found themselves busy inside their little hut. The floor was nothing but compact mud, and the walls where made of slightly harder stone. The three boys, Devrey, Thorley, and Harlo, all sat around and played amongst themselves.


    The sudden sound of a lower voice made all the children quickly draw their attention towards the doorway, where no other then their once injured enemy was now awake and very much alert. In a swift motion Hily swooped the youngest of the brothers behind her, while Harlo pulled out a small and rather dented knife from his worn leather belt.


    His eyes quickly scanned the room before him. The main room of the small house, he guessed, plain by all accounts. These people seemed scared of him, which he considered reasonable - he was their enemy after all, and even in this state could prove himself to be dangerous, though he doubted there was much the young boy could do. Magnus' people were harsh and trained their children to be warriors, he wasn't sure that these people did the same.


    He realized then that they wouldn't understand what he said, and that he would actually put thought into communicating with them properly. "I will not- I cannot hurt you." he said, holding his hands up to show that he had no weapons. He had to amend what he had said, as well, because had they instead raided this village he couldn't guarantee that he would not have hurt them. All was fair in a raiding, after all, nobody cared what you did. Looking around the room again, he noticed the glint of metal at the far end of the table. His armor! Made mainly of leather, with interlocked metal rings to make it stronger, it had clearly been used but not extensively. It was new, not patchwork like the armor of an experienced warrior. His gaze focused on the armor, he could not see his weapons, the ax and sword.


    "You did not sell the armor?" he said, though his tone indicated it more as a question than anything. If he had found an injured warrior, it would be easy money to take his weapons and armor and sell them off, so it was curious that these people didn't do that.


    ( As a note, I don't think he would speak it much but his language I'll put in bold and italics regular/common speech will be just in bold to demonstrate & let you know already if it wasn't clear! )

    Hily • nineteen y/o • female

    There was silence for a while. No one dared answer him. Would he be upset and kill them? Would he try and harm her brothers or even herself? The stakes where too high when it came to danger and this man.


    Devery was the only one brave enough to say anything but even his question was quiet and nerve racked. "go away". Hily quickly smacked a palm across his mouth in a quick attempt to quiet her child brother. "No. It would be idiotic of us to sell enemy armor" Hily interrupted, hoping and praying this mans anger wasn't the worse part of him.


    Her fear was sky high and she internally cursed her self and family name for being so dumb as to help the enemy. What was she thinking? That he would never get better? Her father would surly kill her if he ever found out, well if he didn't kill them first.


    "You're healed and free to go. Just please don't come back"


    Magnus wasn't angry exactly, but he was wary because he had no clue where he was or what these people had told others about him. The serious expression faltered as he scoffed at the child's rather brazen response. They clearly wanted him out of the way, but that would be easier said than done. The blond made his way over to his armor, keeping a slow pace and a safe distance from them - he didn't want to spook them into doing something stupid. Inspecting it, everything seemed in order, no pieces had been picked off and there was only one major tear in it. "I don't know where I am, which way the sea is, or where the rest of my people are. I'm not leaving without knowing where I'm going." he replied, again noticing that his weapons were nowhere in sight. They probably moved the weapons so that he couldn't find them if he awoke when they weren't around.


    He also realized that he couldn't just ask for the weapons back. They were far too scared of being hurt by him, they wouldn't just hand them over. "If it makes you feel any better, we wouldn't raid a place like this. Nothing here worth taking." he explained, hoping to get their guards down just a bit. It seemed like the girl was in charge here, so he kept his gaze on her. She was defensive, but unlikely to be able to fight or have any experience; she looked far too dainty and pretty for that.

    Hily • nineteen y/o • female

    "I don't care" she blurted, anger slowly starting build. He was no longer welcome here, and the longer he fought with her, the more she would fight back. As she opened her mouth to say something the sound of heavy foot steps made their way towards the cottage. Panic struck all siblings and they split from the tight group they had formed.


    Hily hurried towards the un-named man and took him by the wrist, ushering him into the room he recently had walked out of. The boy quickly did their best to tidy and make sure the already crummy cottage looked any better then it already did. Dug into the wall was a makeshift closet. Shoving the two of them inside she yanked the curtain shut behind them.


    Rather roughly she smacked her palm over his mouth. "My father she quickly explained before pausing to listen to the noises outside. "Don't make a sound. If he finds you here, both you and I are dead. Do you understand?"

    ( I've had low muse for the past couple of days, so sorry that this post is short! )


    Their reactions held fear, and Magnus allowed himself to follow, keeping his armor in hand as she explained the situation. It did make him wonder why someone would be so scared of their own father, and how they had hidden him until now. He knew that it was likely the father would kill him, but to kill his own daughter? It didn't make sense in his mind, his people valued bravery rather than downright ruthlessness after all. Knowing that he couldn't respond verbally, he simply nodded as a sign that he understood.


    Focusing on listening out for noise, it seemed that the father was in the room they had just been in, speaking to the children perhaps? He didn't know enough of their language to be able to decipher the meaning from this distance.