Posts by Zavarad.

^{i actually like that face claim c: i can see you using him as the noble, it pretty much fits the bill lol he looks ten times better with facial hair in all honesty but that's just me}

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^GENERAL:

^{✯ Bjorn}

^{✯ he’s been given the nickname “dog of war”, simply by the fact that when he’s in combat nothing will stop him from getting he job done. he’s ruthless, he’s a complete monster.}

^{✯ thrifty years old}

^{✯ birth date}

^{✯ male}

^{✯ preferred pronouns →}

^{✯ bjorn lives in a small clan off the coast of scandinavia, Vahöl.}

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^PHYSICALITY:

^{✯ BODY | TYPE | HEALTH: 100%}

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^{—— minor injuries:}

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^PERSONALITY:

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^RELATIONS:

^{✯ parents}

^{✯ littermates}

^{✯ known family members [ neither littermates nor parents. can range from grandparents, nieces, aunts, adopted members, etc etc ]}

^{✯ friends}

^{✯ enemies}

^{✯ crushes}

^{✯ sexuality}

^{✯ info on platonic relationships}

^{✯ info on romantic relationships}

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^{✯ will / will not / might attack without reason}

^{✯ will / will not / might start fights}

^{✯ will / will not / might end fights}

^{✯ will / will not / might run away}

^{✯ feel free to powerplay friendly actions}

^{✯ open to ( capture, minor injury, maim, major injury )}

^{✯ ask before ( capture, minor injury, maim, major injury )}

^{✯ bold name in #COLOUR and @/ACCOUNT}

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^{i’ll put a better form later but i figured this would be good c: but oh gosh i honestly love this guy already <33 he looks like such a cutie but a smart mouth cutie that bjorn won’t be able to resist (he’s never had anyone give him attitude before so that will be new for him c;)}

^{okay! i look forward to seeing what you come up with! i’ll do the first post in a few hours or so <3}

^{would you be willing to do a game of thrones & vikings cross over plot? with bxb in the mingle of things??}

^{this is a roughly chopped up idea of what i had in mind (i mean this is really chopped up, like how you would attempt at chopping an onion but you end up just fucking it up) so if your confused i’ll clarify anything for you! and if you don’t wanna do this plot we can also do something else c:}

^{we could have one of our characters be a murderous, throat cutting monster who has no real sense from right or wrong while the other is a vicious noble, who will do anything to protect his king & country . but you wonder, how do these two meet? well, vikings are known to be voguer’s; so the vikings want to find more room to grow which how they end up within Wulfhaven (a kingdom name i found we can change it if you want) also might i add that when the vikings first sailed into wulfhaven, the slaughtered a small village of people and raided their homes? that’s just something you should know since when our characters first met our viking friend is basically covered in blood and what not.}

^{anyway, the viking leaders and the king of wulfhaven are unable to communicate simply because they each have their own language, but one of our characters happens to know the same tongue as what the vikings speak.}

^{we can have it where our characters don’t like each other all that much; or at all in a sense where they are complete as.sholes to each other. though the king of wulfhaven doesn’t want to start a war with these new comers (basically the king is kinda greedy & he honestly some how sees a prosperous future between the two of them; since he’s seen how much damage these viking guys and gales can do. there will be more info about the king later on and other back ground stuff later) he decides he shall let our character within their kingdom, to see if they can somehow build a bond between the two nations. so basically our noble is there to show the viking around the kingdom and the villages and their way of life while in turn the viking will do the same.}

^{i figured we also could have like mythical creatures, kinda like what game of thrones have; white walkers, giants, dragons and more. we also can basically have the lay out as game of thrones; like kings landing & Dorne and such you know? so our characters could travel to different parts of the land and basically have to introduce our viking friend to their neighboring allies so they know what they are up against and if they will form an alliance with the vikings.}

^{no we won’t strictly have the same setting but we would have the basic layout (like the seven kingdoms but the kingdoms can be completely different from the ones in the show, each kingdom will have its own kinda economy & stuff like that.) if you have some kingdom ideas i would love to hear them tbhh i have some ideas as well if you wanna hear mine lmao i’m just glad you like it c:}

^{sorry it’s taking me so long! i had to do like a 700 word essay about a book i don’t like and it’s been a muse killer ;-; i’ll have something up soon !}

^{ooo i like him already! he seems pretty interesting so far, my character will have a lil issue with his well timed insults cause he’s never had anyone get under his skin like he will lmao but it’ll be good for him!}

^{i’ll have a lil form up in a new minutes i have to finish an essay that’s due like tomorrow that i should have finished like yesterday ;-;}

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☼ kustaa lamont, generally goes by lamont

☼ male, thirty one years of age

☼ its undiscovered territory for him, but he is on the bi spectrum. since when he was married to his first wife he & her invited other men to enjoy physically.. he was never turned off by the sight of another man.

☼ your typical warrior, but he’s unlike any of his fellow vikings once in the battle field. he gets excited about the thrills of war, through his years he has managed to become the most respected warrior out everyone within his clan; his name brings chills down peoples spines. he’s basically a general if you will of his fellow warriors.

☼ he lives in the kingdom of Kaldaklofsa, his mother & two younger siblings with him in his far way home.

☼ tends to have a psychotic smirk plastered on his face, which often makes people rather uncomfortable.

☼ intense blue eyes, especially when he’s covered in blood.. that’s when they truly stand out and make your skin crawl.

☼ his body is enlaced with tattoos, all of which hold a specific meaning and reasoning. the newest would have to be one that he got on the left side of his neck,

☼ besides being covered in tattoos, kustaa has well defined scares entrapped across his muscular body. they came from his years of being on the battle field, the many raids he’s partaken in have always repaid him with some sort of new scar. although most of the scars he has on his body he is rather proud about, but the ones he isn’t so fond of are the ones on his back. long and dark, rough and jagged; these were inflicted upon him by his father. he was beaten so hard that chunks of his own flesh were ripped from his body, in which is why his scars look the way they do.

☼ stands at an even height of 6’0

a father to his men berserker button blood spattered warrior beserker the dreaded papa wolf

☼ kustaa is vengeful and down right terrifying. this mid aged man isn’t scared of death and will gladly face his enemies with bare fists. he can easily ripped your tongue out his his bare hand and make you eat it, the horrors of war have imprinted on his mind that nothing truly scares him.

☼ a bit of an asshole really, he enjoys picking at people’s weaknesses and using it to his advantage. rude and vain, he isn’t the most loveable of characters. doesn’t really hold much feelings for people he doesn’t know, could care less about anyone.

☼ blood thirsty monster

☼ a very courage man, he is brave in battle, and respectful to worthy adversaries. kustaa also keeps to his word without fail, even when it would disadvantage him.

☼ doesn’t have a great temper, blows his lid very often.

☼ very loyal to those that deserve it, those that have proven worthy of it. loyal as a dog to his master in all honestly, but he takes it to heart if you screw him over and stab him in the back.

☼ holds those dear to him closest to his heart, while it takes some time to get to that part of him; you will have a fierce protector for life.

☼ once you’ve gained kustaas loyalty & trust, you’ve basically have a friend for life.. unless you fuck with him then he will hunt you down & base your skull in. anyway, kustaa will protect you till your last breath; anyone that tries to harm those closest to him will end up slaughtered.

☼ a little sliver of love is left in his heart, but most of the love he had was ripped out of his heart when his unborn children died & his late wife left him. not much of a romantic as you can tell, but he always treated his wife as a queen.. so when she left she took a big chunk of his heart with her.

☼ more of his personality will be reaviled later on!

☼ kustaa had been married to a woman named siggy, but she left him after the death of their two unborn children. the loss was heavy on her heart which ultimately caused her to leave. it pained him for having to loss the loves of his life, but after a few years he’s managed to finally move on. (more info about these two will thicken as the role play progresses)

☼ owns a beautiful silver dapple, bjorn.

☼ a heavy drinker he is, but that’s not saying much since almost every viking can be considered as a heavy drinker.

☼ besides being a blood thirty monster, once you’ve gone past that barrier; kustaa is really a big old sweetheart

☼ a strong believer in his pagan gods; hold a lot of respect for them

☼ kustaa seems to have some sort of mental illness, while it’s undiagnosed, he shows signs of bipolar disorder but otherwise healthy and in very good shape.

☼ vices; rage, rudeness, secrecy, twisted, vengeful, wrath, crabbiness,

☼ virtues; confidence, determination, loyalty, skill fullness, wisdom

☼ his diet is manly alcohol & anything sweet (strangely candied strawberries if he can get his hands on them)

☼ very skilled with an axe & sword, not so well with a bow

☼ while he was never a softie, a series of personal hardships has led him to become progressively more ruthless and bloodthirsty.

☼ had a younger sister, but she stabbed him in the back (figuratively and literally) & now can’t stand the site of her. kustaa has no idea where she is and doesn’t care if she’s alive or dead. (more about her will thicken later on)

☼ he can’t write & has a hard time reading

☼ more about him will be revailed later!

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^{i’m glad you think so! i definitely feel like these two will have an interesting time together. anyway, i feel like we could start it off when kustaa & the other vikings get to Aevelland? like a knight on patrol could see the sailing ships of the vikings and rushes to inform the kingdom of their arrival? that could be how we start i suppose unless you have another way of doing it!}

^{that sounds pretty good to me honestly! and i could make the first post if you want it’s no problem}

crystal clear sky’s, the sound of the waves hitting against the ships and the smell of the sea. this was, in kustaa’s honest opinion, the best part about sailing the open waters. a point of clarity and peace before the unexpecting thrills of war. his dark blue, almost violet, eyes were cracked only a little as he starred into the clear blue sky. the faint breeze that swept by made a peaceful sigh escape from his lungs, the breeze helped counteract with the blaring sun over head. while kustaa could only hear the sound of the waves crashing against the ship, rocking him back and forth as if he was a babe in his mother’s cradle, the reality was that the ship was filled with chattering men, thundering barks from powerful hounds & the beating of drums that helped the vikings for a constant rhythm while rowing.

though in all honestly, this was going to be the first time kustaa has ever traveled in this direction before; he’s only raided far west into territory he knows like the back of his hand. this new land will be undiscovered territory for his clan, what plunders they might find. it would be a new adventure for kustaa, he’s been looking forward to it ever since he came up with the idea to travel this far north; though many felt that this would be a lost cause. many laughed at the thought of his idea, that there would be land for the taking this far north to them. it seemed impossible to most of those that lived within his kingdom, but no matter how many people discouraged him; he was more determined then ever to convince the earl t let them raid these foreign lands. while kustaa thought the earl was rather.. idiotic at times, he was greatful that she gave him the opportunity to go on this venture.. but definitely at a price. whatever riches they would, she would take 80% of it (which pissed him off more then anything.. but there wasn’t much for him to do.) With the deal he struck with the earl, he managed to get a party of vikings that were willing to follow him across the seas in order to find new land, those willing to fight with him. there were many that thought he was crazy, but there were those that felt the same way. kustaa managed to get a party of over 45 cut throat vikings ready to sails across the sea with him.. and hats just what they were gonna do.

kustaa propped himself up from where he was laying, shifting his weight onto his elbows as they dug into the reindeer coat he had been wearing. his piercing blue eyes scanned the broad horizon as they continued to sail north, beating his chest only got faster and faster as the longer they sailed. he looked back to his fellow vikings, fifteen to be exact, that happened to be in the same boat as him. alongside them were six different boats, all filled with his companions. all he could do was just watch them, seeing them move around the ship, taking care of the ship as they went along.

kustaa, his name rolled off the mans tongue like a piece of ice rolled down a hot surface, the stocky built man with a face full of curly red hair made his way over to him. kustaa turned his head to see who had called, and it was none other then saga. he’s had issues with him before and kustaa has made it clear that if he so happened to challenge him he would throw him over board and leave him as fish food. a low snarl was building within his chest as he starred at him, wondering what he wanted. are you sure we are heading in the right direction? he said, his brown eyes fixed on kustaa. the look in his eyes showed worry and frustration, he seemed to have been questioning kustaa’s judgement.

you seemed worried.. as if you don’t trust me in getting you to our destination safely kustaa said, his tone short and rash. chopping down his bottom lip made a metallic taste form, the bitter sensation made him wrinkle his mouth a tad as he just looked at the younger man. have faith.. and sit your ass down would you? he snapped, glaring at the man. saga grunted and backed off, going back to where he was originally sitting. in all honestly, kustaa wasn’t exactly sure if they were going the right direction; he just had his gut telling him it was right. kustaa sighed and pushed himself upward, standing on his feet and stretching out his back. he scanned the boat before heading over to a small cage that was strapped to the mast. reaching his hand out he opened the cage and gently pulled out a pitch black crow, caressing it’s head with the side of his finger, a small smile growing on his face.

the raven is an iconic and magical creature in their viking world. It is a powerful symbol of war and is believed to be the eyes and ears of the chief viking god, Odin. while this majestic black bird was highly respected and treated as royalty, in return they were used to help aid them while on long voyages; if they didn’t return it meant that land was near. this older raven was kustaa’s personal bird, a companion if you will. his stunning blue eyes gazed at the older bird with such compassion, he held her in his large hands as if he was holding a new born babe. kustaa turned on his heels and walked towards the front of the boat, looking up in the sky as he realased the bird, watching her fly off. the sound of her flapping wings filled his ears, a few black feathers falling and landing in the crystal blue water.

now they must wait. will there be land or will they be screwed? only time would tell.

*time skip to when they get to land.*

as kustaa pulled out his sword and held up his shield, he held a grimacing smile on his face as he got out of the ship, his feet landing in the ice cold sea. as he made why towards the land, his eyes scanned the unknown terrains. the sight of such beauty made his heart race, the fact that he was right all this time just made the palms of his hands sweat. he couldn’t wait till they ventured back home and rub it in everyone who doubted him; but that was hear nor there. kustaa just wanted to see what this new found land had to offer his people.

kustaa.. you were right.. this land.. it’s.. amazing said rollo, an older viking among them. his long brown hair flew within the wind, his hazel eyes wide from such a sight. he wasn’t sure what else to say since he half doubted kustaa the whole time, but now he was sure rollo would never doubt him again. what can i say.. i knew i was right all this time. now will you all stop second guessing him? kustaa said with slight humor in his tone. kustaa! i think we have a friend! someone called out, making him turn his head to see what they were pointing at. the sight of silver iron seemed to covering the figure of a man, watching him mount his dark brown horse and gallop off into the distance. ah.. it seemed that their presence had been noticed.. the more the better he supposed. what shall we do kustaa? rollo asked, his tone monotone. kustaa shrugged his shoulders as he picked up his shield again, turning back to look at rollo what do you think? why do you suppose we are here? to just sight see and go home? no you fool! we shall push forward and see what this land has to offer us! kustaa said loudly, his voice laced with ambition, his eyes large.

and whoever gets in our way will taste the iron of our swords! he bellowed, his fellow men all agreed and yelled along side him.

and so they were off.

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a small village. that’s what kustaa saw, his eyes scanning everything in sight. it seemed to be a quiet little village, not more then forty people must have occupied the place. wonder what sort of riches they had kustaa thought. we should rush them now kustaa.. while we have the chance said rollo, making kustaa shake his head. maybe.. but i feel like we should wait just a tad bit longer. kustaa said, looking back at rollo who had disappointment in his eyes. why did he want to wait? he wasn’t sure, he just had a weird feeling in the pit of his stomach. they didn’t know what type of weapons they had or what kind of warriors they were, he didn’t want to risk his men. hell, they could have been fierce warriors he didn’t know. that’s why he wanted to wait, he wanted to strike when they were most vulnerable. as he watched the small village go along with their day, unknown to them that their world would go crashing down.

heart wrenching screams, the bellowing sound of cows, the ground looked like a racing river of thick metallic blood. what happened to waiting you might ask? well, kustaa honestly couldn’t wait any longer and it seemed like it was the perfect time to strike (more so kustaa couldn’t wait any longer) as kustaa stood in the middle of the village, he watched as his fellow vikings slaughter their enemies. the sound of flesh being sliced and the crushing of bone was like music to his ears. there wasn’t anything better then being in battle, destroying his enemies and having their blood running down his sword was more then peaceful to him. blood ran down his face as if the sky was pouring down with the stuff, his clothes were soaking with the rich metallic liquid. kustaa has a crazed look in his eyes, a psychotic smirk was growing on his face as he took his sword and thrusted it into the back of a nearby man. the sight of blood exploding from such an impact made him laugh slightly, twisting his sword in a full 180 degree turn. the sound of the mans breast bone shattering and the ear piercing scream that came from him only made him laugh louder. he watched as his heart exploded from his chest, his heart sliding down the shaft of his sword. the slow beating of the muscle started to beat slower and slower before it completely stopped. the mans face was drained of any life, his skin was as white as the snow glaciers in his home land. kustaa pulled the sword from out of the the dead man and let him fall to the ground, his blood forming a large pool around the dead man. all kustaa did was walk over him, stepping into the warm liquid.

it didn’t take long for the last person to come to their unexpected end. the last man fought like a true champion, but he was nothing compare to the sheer strength of the viking that struck him down. one clean cut made his head go flying, landing into a heaping pile of hay. at this point, kustaa just wanted to find their beloved treasure.. that’s what they came to find in this foreign land anyway. key kustaa.. i think we might have found their treasure called out one of the men. kustaa made his way over to where four of his men were at. they were stopped in front of a rather large building, though the front door seemed to have been locked. what are you waiting for? break it down hissed kustaa as he watched them kick down the doors. it only took them three times to get it down, but once they made it inside they could tell that this was a place worth protecting. whoever or whatever these people are.. they sure as hell have some good taste in expensive stuff said loki, a younger member in the ranks. kustaa was more then impressed with what they found, he was actually a bit surprised with how much gold was within these walls. the sight of white gem stones and glittering blue diamonds were a sight to see, kustaa had never seen such dark and beautiful rubies before in all his life.

as they filled their bags with unbelievable treasures, they headed off back into the direction of their boats. this trip was just one of many, kustaa wanted to come back to such prosperous land, he could tell that this could maybe be a good home for his fellow vikings back home. though as kustaa day dreamed, his many thoughts came to and end as the bellowing sound of a horn ripped through the air. the sound could make milk into buttermilk, it was that horrid. they all stopped in their tracks, their feet buried in the golden sand. shit was all kustaa could say, he looked up at the horizon as he saw a bunch of unknown foes on top of the near by hill. he gritted his teeth as he watched them get closer and closer, gripping his sword in his hand as his men got closer together, getting into defensive positions. eh, a few more wouldn’t hurt them. kustaa wasn’t afraid, he was ready to face whatever the gods were to throw at him. his fate was already destined for him.. so whatever was to happen to kustaa, he was willing to live with.

[sorry this kinda sucked but there isn’t much to say when he’s stuck on a boat lol cx hopefully this is okay! and sorry if this is kinda choppy and stuff i haven’t role played in a few years also i hope you don’t mind graphic scenes i should have said something before hand]

crystal clear sky’s, the sound of the waves hitting against the ships and the smell of the sea. this was, in bjorn’s honest opinion, the best part about sailing the open waters. a point of clarity and peace before the unexpecting thrills of war. his dark blue, almost violet, eyes were cracked only a little as he starred into the clear blue sky. the faint breeze that swept by made a peaceful sigh escape from his lungs, the breeze helped counteract with the blaring sun over head. while bjorn could only hear the sound of the waves crashing against the ship, rocking him back and forth as if he was a babe in his mother’s cradle, the reality was that the ship was filled with chattering men, thundering barks from powerful hounds & the beating of drums that helped the vikings for a constant rhythm while rowing.

though in all honestly, this was going to be the first time bjorn has ever traveled in this direction before; he’s only raided far west into territory he knows like the back of his hand. this new land will be undiscovered territory for his clan, what plunders they might find. it would be a new adventure for bjorn, he’s been looking forward to it ever since he came up with the idea to travel this far north; though many felt that this would be a lost cause. many laughed at the thought of his idea, that there would be land for the taking this far north to them. it seemed impossible to most of those that lived within his kingdom, but no matter how many people discouraged him; he was more determined then ever to convince the earl to let them raid these foreign lands. while bjorn thought the earl was rather.. idiotic at times, he was greatful that she gave him the opportunity to go on this venture.. but definitely at a price. whatever riches they would, she would take 80% of it (which pissed him off more then anything.. but there wasn’t much for him to do.) With the deal he struck with the earl, he managed to get a party of vikings that were willing to follow him across the seas in order to find new land, those willing to fight with him. there were many that thought he was crazy, but there were those that felt the same way. bjorn managed to get a party of over 45 cut throat vikings ready to sails across the sea with him.. and hats just what they were gonna do.

bjorn propped himself up from where he was laying, shifting his weight onto his elbows as they dug into the reindeer coat he had been wearing. his piercing blue eyes scanned the broad horizon as they continued to sail north, beating his chest only got faster and faster as the longer they sailed. he looked back to his fellow vikings, fifteen to be exact, that happened to be in the same boat as him. alongside them were six different boats, all filled with his companions. all he could do was just watch them, seeing them move around the ship, taking care of the ship as they went along.

bjorn, his name rolled off the mans tongue like a piece of ice rolled down a hot surface, the stocky built man with a face full of curly red hair made his way over to him. bjorn turned his head to see who had called, and it was none other then saga. he’s had issues with him before and bjorn had made it clear that if he so happened to challenge him he would throw him over board and leave him as fish food. a low snarl was building within his chest as he starred at him, wondering what he wanted. are you sure we are heading in the right direction? he said, his brown eyes fixed on bjorn. the look in his eyes showed worry and frustration, he seemed to have been questioning bjorn’s judgement.

you seemed worried.. as if you don’t trust me in getting you to our destination safely bjorn said, his tone short and rash. chopping down his bottom lip made a metallic taste form, the bitter sensation made him wrinkle his mouth a tad as he just looked at the younger man. have faith.. and sit your ass down would you? he snapped, glaring at the man. saga grunted and backed off, going back to where he was originally sitting. in all honestly, bjorn wasn’t exactly sure if they were going the right direction; he just had his gut telling him it was right. bjorn sighed and pushed himself upward, standing on his feet and stretching out his back. he scanned the boat before heading over to a small cage that was strapped to the mast. reaching his hand out he opened the cage and gently pulled out a pitch black crow, caressing it’s head with the side of his finger, a small smile growing on his face.

the raven is an iconic and magical creature in their viking world. It is a powerful symbol of war and is believed to be the eyes and ears of the chief viking god, Odin. while this majestic black bird was highly respected and treated as royalty, in return they were used to help aid them while on long voyages; if they didn’t return it meant that land was near. this older raven was bjorn’s personal bird, a companion if you will. his stunning blue eyes gazed at the older bird with such compassion, he held her in his large hands as if he was holding a new born babe. bjorn turned on his heels and walked towards the front of the boat, looking up in the sky as he realased the bird, watching her fly off. the sound of her flapping wings filled his ears, a few black feathers falling and landing in the crystal blue water.

now they must wait. will there be land or will they be screwed? only time would tell.

*time skip to when they get to land.*

as bjorn pulled out his sword and held up his shield, he held a grimacing smile on his face as he got out of the ship, his feet landing in the ice cold sea. as he made why towards the land, his eyes scanned the unknown terrains. the sight of such beauty made his heart race, the fact that he was right all this time just made the palms of his hands sweat. he couldn’t wait till they ventured back home and rub it in everyone who doubted him; but that was hear nor there. bjorn just wanted to see what this new found land had to offer his people.

bjorn.. you were right.. this land.. it’s.. amazing said rollo, an older viking among them. his long brown hair flew within the wind, his hazel eyes wide from such a sight. he wasn’t sure what else to say since he half doubted bjorn the whole time, but now he was sure rollo would never doubt him again. what can i say.. i knew i was right all this time. now will you all stop second guessing him? bjorn said with slight humor in his tone. bjorn! i think we have a friend! someone called out, making him turn his head to see what they were pointing at. the sight of silver iron seemed to covering the figure of a man, watching him mount his dark brown horse and gallop off into the distance. ah.. it seemed that their presence had been noticed.. the more the better he supposed. what shall we do bjorn? rollo asked, his tone monotone. bjorn shrugged his shoulders as he picked up his shield again, turning back to look at rollo what do you think? why do you suppose we are here? to just sight see and go home? no you fool! we shall push forward and see what this land has to offer us! bjorn said loudly, his voice laced with ambition, his eyes large.

and whoever gets in our way will taste the iron of our swords! he bellowed, his fellow men all agreed and yelled along side him.

and so they were off.

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a small village. that’s what bjorn saw, his eyes scanning everything in sight. it seemed to be a quiet little village, not more then forty people must have occupied the place. wonder what sort of riches they had bjorn thought. we should rush them now bjorn.. while we have the chance said rollo, making bjorn shake his head. maybe.. but i feel like we should wait just a tad bit longer. bjorn said, looking back at rollo who had disappointment in his eyes. why did he want to wait? he wasn’t sure, he just had a weird feeling in the pit of his stomach. they didn’t know what type of weapons they had or what kind of warriors they were, he didn’t want to risk his men. hell, they could have been fierce warriors he didn’t know. that’s why he wanted to wait, he wanted to strike when they were most vulnerable. as he watched the small village go along with their day, unknown to them that their world would go crashing down.

heart wrenching screams, the bellowing sound of cows, the ground looked like a racing river of thick metallic blood. what happened to waiting you might ask? well, bjorn honestly couldn’t wait any longer and it seemed like it was the perfect time to strike (more so bjorn couldn’t wait any longer) as bjorn stood in the middle of the village, he watched as his fellow vikings slaughter their enemies. the sound of flesh being sliced and the crushing of bone was like music to his ears. there wasn’t anything better then being in battle, destroying his enemies and having their blood running down his sword was more then peaceful to him. blood ran down his face as if the sky was pouring down with the stuff, his clothes were soaking with the rich metallic liquid. bjorn has a crazed look in his eyes, a psychotic smirk was growing on his face as he took his sword and thrusted it into the back of a nearby man. the sight of blood exploding from such an impact made him laugh slightly, twisting his sword in a full 180 degree turn. the sound of the mans breast bone shattering and the ear piercing scream that came from him only made him laugh louder. he watched as his heart exploded from his chest, his heart sliding down the shaft of his sword. the slow beating of the muscle started to beat slower and slower before it completely stopped. the mans face was drained of any life, his skin was as white as the snow glaciers in his home land. bjorn pulled the sword from out of the the dead man and let him fall to the ground, his blood forming a large pool around the dead man. all bjorn did was walk over him, stepping into the warm liquid.

it didn’t take long for the last person to come to their unexpected end. the last man fought like a true champion, but he was nothing compare to the sheer strength of the viking that struck him down. one clean cut made his head go flying, landing into a heaping pile of hay. many vikings laughed at the sight, but bjorn was on more pressing manners then laughing at someone’s cut off head. bjorn just wanted to find their beloved treasure.. that’s what they came to find in this foreign land anyway. bjorn.. i think we might have found their treasure called out one of the men. bjorn made his way over to where four of his men were at. they were stopped in front of a rather large building, though the front door seemed to have been locked. what are you waiting for? break it down hissed bjorn as he watched them kick down the doors. it only took them three times to get it down, but once they made it inside they could tell that this was a place worth protecting. whoever or whatever these people are.. they sure as hell have some good taste in expensive stuff said loki, a younger member in the ranks. bjorn was more then impressed with what they found, he was actually a bit surprised with how much gold was within these walls. the sight of white gem stones and glittering blue diamonds were a sight to see, bjorn had never seen such dark and beautiful rubies before in all his life.

as they filled their bags with unbelievable treasures, they headed off back into the direction of their boats. this trip was just one of many, bjorn wanted to come back to such prosperous land, he could tell that this could maybe be a good home for his fellow vikings back home. though as bjorn day dreamed, his many thoughts came to and end as the bellowing sound of a horn ripped through the air. the sound could turn milk into buttermilk, it was that horrid. they all stopped in their tracks, their feet buried in the golden sand. shit was all bjorn could say, he looked up at the horizon as he saw a bunch of unknown foes on top of the near by hill. he gritted his teeth as he watched them get closer and closer, gripping his sword in his hand as his men got closer together, getting into defensive positions. eh, a few more wouldn’t hurt them. bjorn wasn’t afraid, he was ready to face whatever the gods were to throw at him. his fate was already destined for him.. so whatever was to happen to bjorn, he was willing to live with.

[i have two threads based on this idea so i kinda wanted to use the same starting post (idk if that sounds bad i just don’t wanna leave u hanging for another day or two ;-;) sorry if this seems super choppy or whatever!]

^{i ain’t judging i honestly like what you have so far! i get it though i typed everything on my phone cause my laptop was giving me issues similar to something like that yesterday so i ended up just doing all of that on my phone.. so take as much time as you need!}

^{intrested in the pirate idea you have! funny i also have a pirate themed plot somewhere tbh lmao cx}

^{it’s honestly super good! i’ll have something posted sometime tomorrow!}