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Fantasy Changing Fate (A Norse Ragnorok RP)

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The Longhouse was alight with celebration. The ocean was freezing over, and raiding season was coming to a close, and a prosperous one at that. Ale flowed freely and plates were not empty for long as the warriors and citizens boasted about feats of strength, regaled an audience with a tale of their most glorious deeds, or showed off their particular skills. Jarl Ulfar, face already red with drink and a wide smile splitting his face in two, had a massive man under each arm and swung them this way and that, boisterously telling them to put their backs into it. Shield Maiden Frida was outlining a willing participant with thrown knives and cutlery with one of her Sisters eyeing up a throw of her own.

But some distance away from the Longhouse that was so full of light and life stood a small hut. And inside the hut slept Helle Freyjasgyðja, Seeress of the clan. But her sleep was not a peaceful one. She was wracked by dreams gifted to her by the Norns themselves. She saw a man riding out to fight a gargantuan serpent, his hammer raised high as lightning struck his chariot, the lightning and thunder turning into the sparks and hammer blows of a forge as shadowy figures worked on something. A longship tumbling down, falling through the air and into the maw of a great wyrm only for the head of a stag of such gargantuan size as to fill her entire vision to appear. She saw a massive wolf lunging at a figure with a sword raised to strike, or perhaps a hand was being held out in friendship? Of yet two more wolves chasing after a globe of gold and one of silver, their massive maws slowly closing around their so desired prey. And of a being of fire, whose raised sword shone as brightly as the sun, prepared to strike down an unseen opponent. Then she awoke, with the sound of a rooster crowing in the dead of night.

"It has begun," she frantically whispered as she scrambled out of bed, only slowing enough to put some proper clothing on before scurrying to the Longhouse. "It has begun, but perhaps we can change it."
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Hello and thanks for clicking. So the spark notes of this is that you're a viking of some sort and you need to stop the end of the world.

 
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As long as they aren't a straight up child, I'm okay with that. Maybe got some stubble coming in that the veterans tease him about
 

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