The Vikings
The year is 971, Scandinavia. A earl rules his tribe of farmers, shipbuilders, and warriors.You live in the service of the earl, you do what he says. If you do not, you will be punished. Every summer, warriors, men and women alike go on the annual raids, they do not fear death, for if they die, they shall be sent to Valhalla, legendary hall of the gods.
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-i stand up and i walk around-
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“I’m going to get some ale”, she said in a boarded tone. Liv went in her living space found a pitcher of Ale and poured some in a cup, she returned to her stool and took sips every now and then.
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-i spot someone drinking on a stool as i keep walking-
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Swarine walked around the upstairs area for a moment before stopping in a room and looking out the window. She sighed and plopped down on her bed before curling up in a ball and sighing. ((It must be magic, i suddenly have furniture XDD))
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*Liv sighed,”Another slow day”, she said in despair, she took out a stick and started to make runes on it*
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She sat up and opened her hand, lightly smiling as she watched flames and ice twirl around in her palm. She closed her hand and sighed. She promised she wouldn’t use her powers especially after what happened at home… She sat up and swung her feet over the edge of her bed. Maybe she’d go see Liv or something…
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*Liv finished her rune stick and put it in her pocket,”I wonder were Eyiolfr is”, she thought. Then reached under the counter and prayed open the lid for the sword she Cept in their. She examined it and shut the lid*”One day you’ll be at my side in a battle field”, she said to her self. She starte flipping her knife and catching it by the hilt, a dangerous but fun game to pass the time.
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Swarine slipped her cloak on before standing up and putting her shoes on. She sighed and looked out the window before closing the shutters and walking downstairs, locking the door behind her as she began walking through the snow.
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*Liv stopped the game to pour some more Ale into her cup, then continued to flip the knife borded to the extent of suck risks*
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Looking around, she noticed the village was rather empty… Then again, it was pretty late…. Shrugging the thought off, she knocked in Liv’s door and waited a moment.
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*Suprised by the knock Liv missed the hilt and cought the knife by the blade making a shallow cut that bleeded a little, Liv gasped and dropped the knife, she quickly picked it up again and sheathed it*”that’s what I get for playing that game with a knife”, she murmured and walked over to the door, a tiny drop of blood dropped from her hand just before she opened the door with her other hand. Seeing Swarine Liv step aside so she could enter and smiled holding her hand behind her*”What brings you here at such hours?”, she asked.
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Swarine lightly smiled and walked in,”I couldn’t sleep. Too much excitement about the new house.” I saw a drop of blood on the floor and glanced at her,”Um… is something wrong or…?”
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“Nah”, she said and closed her hand behind her back to hide the cut before she closed the door behind Swarine and went over to the counter, she leaned against it.”Yeah i can’t sleep either but for a different reason”.
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She arched an eyebrow and asked,”Why are you keeping your hand hidden?” She tried reaching out but pouted when you shook your head,”Come onnnn, Liv. Let me see.”
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*Liv pouted her self and staired at Swarine for a wile then lifted her hand and showed the cut across her palm, looking away*