[Ivar watched the skies grow dark and ugly looking. This looked to be a bad storm, even worse than the one that had destroyed the boat he'd been on when he and his father had gone to England. But the storm brought a feeling of fierce joy to the young Viking. It reminded him of home and of the gods. Could they still see him here in the strange new place? He hoped so. Maybe it was Thor sending down a message right now.
He'll move to get indoors eventually, but for right now, Ivar is seated outside on a bench, head craned back as he watches the skies. Anyone who observes the teenager will notice two unusual things about him. The first is that the whites of his eyes are tinged blue as well as his irises. The second is that his legs are tied together with several strips of fabric.]
II. monster madness
[Hunting and killing real-life monsters? Ivar was definitely there. All he needed was his ax and he climbed onto a truck. Really, getting inside some wagon that didn't need horses to run off of was more terrifying than whatever he was about to face. He got a few strange looks from people as he crawled off the truck, but then, he'd been getting them his whole life. By now, he'd ceased caring.
He watched as one of the monsters, a spindly-legged thing with far too many teeth, scrambled right over the fence. It immediately made a beeline for the Viking. Calmly, he picked up his ax, and waited for it to come in view. The minute a clawed hand reached out to grab him, he lopped it off. Then he went for the feet, taking them out so he could bring it down to his level. Wary, the creature and he went back and forth, each trying to deal out damage to the other. Suddenly seizing an opening, Ivar brought his ax down right in the middle of the creature's head, killing it stone cold dead.
He wiped the gore off of his blade, a manic grin on his face as he looked around for his next opponent.] That was fun. Who's next?
IV. solution
[The jungle was hotter than any place Ivar had ever been in his life. He wasn't going to complain though. That would make him seem weak in the eyes of everyone else. Instead, he wiped the sweat off his brow, and continued crawling through the brush. The vehicle that had brought them this far had to be left a few miles back, but Ivar was keeping up fairly well with everyone else, considering all the brush they had to make their way through.
The blue glow is what caught his attention first. Hacking a hanging vine away, he looked up to see a pyramid in front of them. It was still a bit of a walk's away, but it was clear that this was a source of power. Being a Viking, Ivar saw only one logical solution to the problems it was causing.]
Ivar "The Boneless" Ragnarsson | Vikings
[Ivar watched the skies grow dark and ugly looking. This looked to be a bad storm, even worse than the one that had destroyed the boat he'd been on when he and his father had gone to England. But the storm brought a feeling of fierce joy to the young Viking. It reminded him of home and of the gods. Could they still see him here in the strange new place? He hoped so. Maybe it was Thor sending down a message right now.
He'll move to get indoors eventually, but for right now, Ivar is seated outside on a bench, head craned back as he watches the skies. Anyone who observes the teenager will notice two unusual things about him. The first is that the whites of his eyes are tinged blue as well as his irises. The second is that his legs are tied together with several strips of fabric.]
II. monster madness
[Hunting and killing real-life monsters? Ivar was definitely there. All he needed was his ax and he climbed onto a truck. Really, getting inside some wagon that didn't need horses to run off of was more terrifying than whatever he was about to face. He got a few strange looks from people as he crawled off the truck, but then, he'd been getting them his whole life. By now, he'd ceased caring.
He watched as one of the monsters, a spindly-legged thing with far too many teeth, scrambled right over the fence. It immediately made a beeline for the Viking. Calmly, he picked up his ax, and waited for it to come in view. The minute a clawed hand reached out to grab him, he lopped it off. Then he went for the feet, taking them out so he could bring it down to his level. Wary, the creature and he went back and forth, each trying to deal out damage to the other. Suddenly seizing an opening, Ivar brought his ax down right in the middle of the creature's head, killing it stone cold dead.
He wiped the gore off of his blade, a manic grin on his face as he looked around for his next opponent.] That was fun. Who's next?
IV. solution
[The jungle was hotter than any place Ivar had ever been in his life. He wasn't going to complain though. That would make him seem weak in the eyes of everyone else. Instead, he wiped the sweat off his brow, and continued crawling through the brush. The vehicle that had brought them this far had to be left a few miles back, but Ivar was keeping up fairly well with everyone else, considering all the brush they had to make their way through.
The blue glow is what caught his attention first. Hacking a hanging vine away, he looked up to see a pyramid in front of them. It was still a bit of a walk's away, but it was clear that this was a source of power. Being a Viking, Ivar saw only one logical solution to the problems it was causing.]
So how do we destroy this thing?
V. wildcard
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