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"I have often wished myself a beast. I preferred the condition of the meanest reptile to my own. Any thing, no matter what, to get rid of thinking! It was this everlasting thinking of my condition that tormented me. There was no getting rid of it. It was pressed upon me by every object within sight or hearing, animate or inanimate."


― Frederick Douglass


You Hunt... Your Fellow Creatures?:

I ask, still in disbelief.


"Of course. A hunt is only as interesting as the prey is clever!"


― M.D. Elster, Four Kings



Òran Cogaidh: "Some day you will sing a song of me."


I Know What I Am Capable Of;

I am a soldier now, a warrior. I am someone to fear, not hunt.


― Pittacus Lore, The Rise of Nine



[[Giantborn]]: Blue like glacial-fed lakes, his temperament runs as cool as his skin colour suggests. He is of the frozen fjords, descendant of ice giants, and proud to be so.
[[Ranger]]: Don't let the greatsword fool you.
[[Bràithre Fiadhaich]]: With a wild affinity for the Wolverine, it's perhaps no surprise that his companion in battles fierce is one. He insists that he knows what the snarling gnash means, and that Braithre is happy to see him, but from the scars that litter his arms one really has to question the validity of that claim.
[[Trainer]]: His life has been spent amongst the wild and wondrous beasts of the alpine range, training his camp-mates for various tasks -- there may not have been a newspaper to fetch, but there were certainly threats to keep at bay or alarms to raise. Do you need help handling animals? Word around town is moving fast, and it's all good, baby.
[[Survivalist]]: He is skilled in the art of survival; not only that of scavenging, but of the non-magical recovery of wounds and wear. Perhaps you are a fellow lover of the land, or may be that you are a city-dwelling greenling that has need of education or aid. He is available to both sides of the coin.
[[Tracker]]: Need something, or someONE found? He knows how to keep his ear to the ground and eyes on the path, even when others can't see it. His people have a long history of finding their worth in the hunt of the greatest predators, and what greater is there than man?
[[Glory Seeker]]: He perpetually seeks glory in the name of his family, his lodge, and his God. If there's a chance he might find some, it won't be difficult to convince him to run headlong into the most questionable of situations.
[[Undead]]: His tribe has spent generations fighting off the draugr of the northern lands, and he has become quite adept at their destruction. However, his favouring of this particular foe may grow deeper. ... Perhaps you've knowledge in the area? Maybe you have the answers he's been seeking so long.


There Is A Savage Beast in Every Man:

And when you hand that man a sword or spear and send him forth to war, the beast stirs.


― George R. R. Martin, A Storm of Swords



War - Poets of the Fall

Do you remember standing on a broken field,

White crippled wings beating the sky?

The harbingers of war with their nature revealed,

And our chances flowing by


If I can let the memory heal

I will remember you with me on that field


When I thought that I fought this war alone

You were there by my side on the front line

When I thought that I fought without a cause

You gave me a reason to try


Turn the page I need to see something new

For now my innocence is torn

We cannot linger on this stunted view

Like rabid dogs of war


I will let the memory heal

I will remember you with me on that field


When I thought that I fought this war alone

You were there by my side on the front line

And we fought to believe the impossible

When I thought that I fought this war alone

We were one with our destinies entwined

When I thought that I fought without a cause

You gave me the reason why


With no-one wearing their real face

It's a whiteout of emotion

And I've only got my brittle bones to break the fall


When the love in letters fade

It's like moving in slow motion

And we're already too late if we arrive at all


And then we're caught up in the arms race

An involuntary addiction

And we're shedding every value our mothers taught


So will you please show me your real face

Draw the line in the horizon

Cos I only need your name to call the reasons why I fought


When I thought that I fought this war alone


Fehu - Wardruna

Fe vældur frænda rogi

Føðesk ulfr i skogi

Fe er firða gaman

Frænda rogu

Gravseiðis gata


Ormen ligg i kveile

I løyndom vakar under

Som ei helufallen åker

Strif dom frender råker


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Fe causes strife amongst friends

The wolf feeds in the forest

Fe is joy to man

Strife amongst kin

Path of the serpent


The snake lies coiled

Hidden, it waits beneath

Like a frost-covered field

Strife that kinsmen suffer.


A Beast Beneath The Skin

Name: Valdir Heldenhammer
Relatives: Unknown
Apparent Age: Adult
Height: 7'4"
Eyes: Seafoam
Hair: Glacial Blue

Lineage: Jarl Magnus Heldenhammer
Culture: Unknown
Birthplace: Ivrshaad / Nomadic
Cause: Daddy Issues
Position: Forward Reconnaissance
Role: Unanswered Questionnaire



... Slumbering, Not Dead ...

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