Leo Khan

Anyone up for a 1x1?

Hmm well do you want an original plot or a fanfic-esque plot?

Anyone up for a 1x1?

Hey, I might be interested. I'm about to start Uni as an Anthropology Major so I'll also be very busy, so I'm down with the whole waiting a while to post lol. I'm also an aspiring novelist, with a particular interest in Fantasy, and I've studied History my entire life, from antiquity to the 20th century, with a focus on anything after the fall of Rome to the beginning of the Renaissance, so a fantasy/medieval plot is definitely my speed.

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@ladyanglaise

Kjalr, not one to argue when he was agreed with, nodded, handing back the rune of Tyr.

"Thank you m'lady Hwithryth. However, I warn you, I'll only wait for two days. At dawn on the third, I'll depart."

Excitement grew within the young warrior. He'd be free without spilling a single drop of blood. He amused himself with thoughts of how little his kin valued the effectiveness of words. He returned his thoughts to the Briton noble in front of him. He silently prayed to Freyr, the God of Peace that this woman was a true ally and not going to betray him and lead him to a quick death. However, there was something that Kjalr found extremely comforting about the woman... their shared paganism mayhaps? He did not know, but he suspected there would be a long and beneficial partnership, if not friendship between the two of them.

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Kjalr stared at the woman, his jaw unhinged. He could not believe the words he had heard and thought to himself that maybe his English was a little rusty for there was no way she could have suggested what he thought he heard.

"You expect me to turn my back on my Gods? To cry out to a man who was killed by Romans? Even if it were an act, I would never blaspheme against my Gods, only to wake up to Thor's hammer poised above my head or Odin's spear thrust in my belly. If you truly wish to aid me, order the guards to bring me a leg of chicken for my meal tonight. Do this small thing for me, and I will do all I can to repay you."

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@ladyanglaise

Kjalr bent to pick up the charm, his eyes widening in surprise as he held it in his palm.

"This is the rune Tyr. This was made in my homeland. How came you by this, Briton?" He fingered the etched bronze and locked eyes with the stranger. This was the closest he had come to home in many months. Maybe even a year? He could not remember. It made him long for his family. Suddenly everything was clear to him. "You said I could trust you, right? Can you get me out of here? Please, I'd be indebted."

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Sorry for the short post, im trapped on my mobile again but i'll be able to get to my laptop tonight lol.

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@ladyanglaise

"It was my Urdr, my fate, to be trapped behind these bars. I go only where fate takes me and fate shall provide my escape soon enough." Kjalr's eyes flitted between his sword and her circlet. "I am Kjalr Svensson of Skaggerak. Who are you Noblewoman?"

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Kjalr awoke to a small beam of sunlight streaming from somewhere above his head and water dripping onto his leg monotonously. He tried to sit up slowly but suddenly felt like a wave rushed over him. Groaning, he laid his head back down and waited for the room to stop spinning. He tried to recollect the events of the past ... however many days it had been. He remembered sailing with his crew of ten, in a small fleet of 7 other ships. They landed on the beach, only to be greeted by the Fyrd of the shire they were raiding, gathered and prepared. The battle went ill, and the last thing Kjalr remembered was being the last man on the battlefield and taking a sword pommel to the face.

He tried sitting up again, this time with more success. He found himself in a small dungeon cell, laying on a threadbare, straw-packed cot. There was a bucket in the corner and a tray of stale bread and rotten beef by the bars of the cell. Mustering his strength, Kjalr stood and made his way to the bars, which he used to keep himself standing.

Beyond the bars was a dim hallway, lit by two torches. On either side of the hall was another cell. On the wall between his cell and the one on the right was a table, laden with his weapons and armor. His sword, Smarhyrr, was just barely out of reach.

"Hello!?" he called to the darkness. He could only hope for a response now.

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Hello all. I just recently got back fron a trip to New York for my fiance's great grandmother's 90th birthday, so i'll finally be active, however i am confined to mobile for at least another day. Should have a post up soon tho. Lucky for Kjalr, he's been in the dungeons, which explains his absence from all the fun haha.

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Kjalr Svensson

Name: Kjalr Svensson

Gender: Male

Age: 34

Rank: Noble in Scandinavia, Prisoner in Mercia.

Appearance:

Personality: Kjalr is a warrior but first and foremost he’s a father and husband. He’s gentle and kind, but not opposed to entirely butchering anyone and everyone who gets in his way, however, he is not quick to anger and is not opposed to analyzing every situation rationally before drawing his sword.

History: Kjalr was born in 772 AD to Sven Carrson, the Earl of a small port village, known as Skaggerak. In 791, his father sent him to a neighboring Earl, called Klapr, to work off a debt. In 792, Kjalr met Ylva, the daughter of the local smith. They married and in early 793, Kjalr’s son, Brand, was born. A few months after his son’s birth, Kjalr went, in the service of Earl Klapr, to Lindisfarne. By 806, Kjalr had participated in several small raids along the English and Irish coasts, but one raid went bad, as the English had seen the ships coming upriver and prepared a defense. Kjalr was wounded, captured and believed to be the only survivor of the botched raid. He was unconscious for 3 days and when he awoke, he was in a cell. He had no knowledge of where he was, but luckily, had learned to speak English fluently over his many years of raiding, a skill that would hopefully allow him to gain some answers.

Loyalties: Vikings, for now...