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Something Wicked This Way Comes [IC]

@Heap241 Achievement unlocked. You got yourself a friend in a really dumb brute for having served him ale.

Something Wicked This Way Comes [IC]

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Bjørn hadn’t been as quick as the cloaked figures had been. They soon disappeared around the corner, fading away in the dark ahead. But it wasn’t hard to find battle for screams of terror and roars of whatever laid ahead soon echoed through the city. The source came from near the eastern city wall.

As he came around the corner himself Bjørn quickly scanned his surroundings; armsmen fought and cried out as they tried to hack away against the giant creatures that had come over the wall, beasts that even towered over Ulfrikson himself. They seemed like worthy opponents to him.
His eyes then flicked over to one of many cloaked figures, a woman whose body slowly dropped down to the ground, seemingly exhausted by whatever spell she had just chanted. He hadn’t missed the moment in which her body was surrounded by wind, viciously strong. This wasn’t the first time Bjørn had witnessed magic, and he knew not to mess with it. Sure, he respected it, but in a way it also made him feel uncomfortable.

His thoughts were quickly pulled back to battle when one of the beasts came running for him. Ulfrikson cracked his neck and reached for his axe, easily sliding it out of its leather sheath. Pulling his arm back he let out a bloodcurdling roar. He loved battle. He lived for it.

The monster came closer and closer until eventually it too pulled his axe back. Before it could swing the barbarian had already lashed out. His own axe had wedged itself into the beast's chest, which paused it for a moment, but didn’t kill him. Bjørn reached to grab his weapon again, trying to pull it out of its chest.

While his attention was completely on the beast before him, or rather the weapon which had wedged itself in its chest, another beastman approached him from behind. A sharp pain went through his back, making Ulfrikson step forwards with a groan. From the shield on his back stuck a giant mace. Luckily the old slab of wood he called a shield still had been strong enough to stop the blow, though warm blood started to slowly dribble down his back. His wound wasn’t fatal. Just a scratch.

The second beast pulled its weapon back again, now having a large wooden shield stuck to it. So while the one was staggering back, the axe still stuck to its chest, the other was hacking away to try and rid itself from the clumsy wooden slab attached to its mace. Bjørn, though unarmed from his axe, decided not to wait around and took the opportunity to pull his dagger.

The first beast was easily victim to the human brute as he stepped over him, snapping its large head back to sink his blade down into the soft skin beneath its jaw. A spray of blood painted his forearms red while the creature sunk down.

He pulled out his axe to turn to the second beast, who had managed to finally get the shield off of his mace and now let out an angered shriek. Though he wouldn’t like to admit it, the sound had sent a shiver down his spine. To equal his sound, Ulfrikson let out another roar and shook his body. The way he was slightly hunched over, roaring and growling while a thick fur was covering his shoulders, it could be hard to see who the giant belonged to; Beastman or Human.

The beast lashed out first with blind fury, his weapon aimed for his chest. Bjørn managed to step aside, feeling the gush of wind that followed close behind his enemy’s mace. His axe quickly swung for the beast’s leg, cutting through its flesh to force it to the ground. But the creature wasn’t stupid. Now close to the ground, Bjørn’s legs were in reach for its giant arms. His legs were pulled from under his body, making him fall to the ground as the creature was already crawling up his body. The foul smell of its breath was sickening.

Bjørn managed to roll them over, now sitting on its large chest and struggling to keep it down on the ground. As the beast went to shriek again, he wedged his large hand into its mouth to grab its jaw. He gave a hard jerk and pulled it loose, flesh tearing and blood gushing, tongue now hanging limp from the beasts jaw-less head. Blood was gathering down its throat, making it choke. A last guttural sound erupted from the beast’s throat before it shook and shuddered, until it eventually laid motionless. 

The barbarian wiped away the sweat that had gathered on his forehead, with that leaving a crimson smear, taking a last look at the beast’s hollow eyes before he got up and sheathed his dagger, gripping his axe a little tighter. He was looking for his next target when he laid eyes on the female elf again. She looked completely drained.

With a soft huff - not being able to suppress the need to protect - he approached her and extended a bloodied hand. It was the waitress of the Retired Sword, he soon discovered. He was surprised to discover that she was an elf, though felt not betrayed in the slightest. Instead he felt sad, even in that moment of battle, for she had to hide who she really had been for who knows how long.

“Are you hurt?”

Something Wicked This Way Comes [IC]

I'm back from Ireland! I'll write a shorter post because I really want to write something before the next. So while it might lack in length, I hope it's enough to give a better picture of Bjørn.

Also, how are all of you doing?

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@SmileyJaws Behave! HA! I don't know what that means.

Oh no, I understand, but I meant more like 'interaction' ~ Or just using him if you need to sit on someone's shoulders, I don't know. You guys would make him too smart, only someone with a low IQ can play this fuzzy creature.

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You sexy beasts, I'll be spending my weekend in Ireland without a laptop (wish me luck), so I won't be able to reply till Monday. So if you're waiting for my reply, know that I'm getting plenty of fuckin' wasted in Dublin - I mean.. ah- I'm working very hard on things in Dublin.

Also, if you want to use a character for your benefit, you have my permission to use my lil' dumb as fuck pancake, Bjørn. So need someone to give you a boost, or to back you up, or someone to slap with a floppy potato, be my guest. But just remember, he's not the brightest, so don't try to teach him the alphabet, you won't get far. Though, I wouldn't know why you'd want to teach a stranger the alphabet while we're being attacked. Silly you..

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@XenoCyanide

Or.. Grow a beard and skin a bear. THE ULTIMATE MAN!! - just don't ask him to write or spell his name.

Something Wicked This Way Comes [IC]

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With a tankard in his hand and his feet almost in the fire of the hearth in an attempt to dry his boots, Bjørn found himself satisfied for the day. He allowed a sigh to pass his lips before gulping down some ale, licking the remains out of his moustache. - Yes. These were the things he really appreciated after a long day of work. His arms had longed stopped aching from having gotten used to hard work, and his hands had gotten accustomed to the sting of wooden splinters from carrying around wooden logs all day. Still, it was work that had to be done and he was happy to help out and earn himself a drink and a warm plate at the end of the day.

Slowly the sound of laughing, shouting, and singing had died down within the tavern as a group of armed men rushed by. Interested, some around him had gotten up to get to the window, trying to peer through it to see what was going on outside. Soon enough the mumbling started as people were beginning to assume things. One said something about bandits, another spoke of wolves, until everyone had another vague story about what was happening. More than once, however, beasts were mentioned.
Easily drawn to battle, the idea that something was going on somewhere in or around town had Bjørn strangely excited. He had been looking over the rim of his drinking cup, staring out of the window where the last guard now quickly passed by, trying to keep up with his mates. Had it not been for the ale that now spilled past his lips, quickly dripping down his beard and onto his lap, he would've still been staring at that very same spot, waiting for something else to happen. Instead it made him snap out of it, cursing under his breath as he quickly wiped his chin with the back of his hand.

Having decided that he wouldn't sit here while elsewhere there was chaos, so he rose to his full height, gulping down the remaining ale while his other hand was already resting on his axe. He ached for battle. He ached for danger. Slamming the tankard down, he then quickly made his way outside, pushing through the crowd and probably causing one or two patrons to get knocked off of their chairs. Not on purpose, might I say.

As Bjørn left the warmth of the tavern behind, stepping out into the night, he could see some others leaving the building. He could just catch the glimpse of a man, whose face was hidden beneath his hood, pass by him. There was little attention paid to him as there were other matters on Ulfrikson's mind. He had to catch up with those guards. Though disliking it very much - which was still an understatement - he started to march down the road, following the path which he assumed the guards had taken. His heavy steps could be heard from a mile away as he continued his way through the labyrinth that was Galloway. Luckily he wasn't the only one who seemed to be tracking the men, for he soon decided to follow yet another cloaked figure. - What was it with these cloaks, though? Bjørn couldn't imagine a comfortable situation while running around with a hood pulled over your head which had to be sliding up and down, or wherever it decided to go, obstructing the wearer's sight. Or he just didn't know how to properly wear a cloak.

World of the West | Western RP

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Y'all are my stud muffins, even when you're not a stud nor muffin.

@Heap241 Also, don't judge my AI plans! They're flawless. Nothing can go wrong.

Something Wicked This Way Comes [IC]

Woa woa woa, Calm down Satan!

I am just here trying to build an artificial intelligence to take over the world and replace all humans with tiny war-kittens!

You stud-muffins are insane