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ᛋᚢᛖᚾ One-Eye - Oracle of the Stormrjotnrung 5 HP: 41/41 | AC: 24/14/21 | CMD: 22/19 | Speed: 30/20ft | Hero: 1/3 Initiative: +4 | Perception: +8 | Fort: +5 | Ref: +5 | Will: +6 Surprising Charge: 1/1 | Fortune | Spells Slots: 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 2 2 2 2 2 Active Effects | Consumables | Spells | Abilities | Skills | Curses |
Sven waits as the smoke ritual is completed, somehow knowing there's no threat in it, though it looks like some seiðr ritual. He wipes his blade clean and sheathes it, then sets down the weight of his shield to rest as the man returns and speaks in his accent, broken, thick, yet understandable. "The- White Bear?" Sven asks, uncertainly. He'd heard stories of the hero who'd traveled with these others before, fallen to some monstrous creature that warped the flesh of men. The stories did say he could take the shape of a great bear, and fought with ferocity when he did. "I know not these people of the Elk, or this land across the seas. You are clearly skilled with the bow, and helped when you could have stayed hidden." His face twitches, as though the eye beneath the eyepatch is moving by its own will, focusing on the owl while his visible eye focuses on the man. "I sense something odd about you, is that owl your... fylgja?" He closes his good eye, trying to see if he can still see it. Can everyone see it? Then he shakes his head, discarding the distraction, "I ask again, why are you on our ship? Speak plain, not in riddles only the völvas can understand."
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OOC/Actions Other: Swift: Move: Standard: Free: Full Round: Hands: Sword + Shield Immediate: |
Brynhildr - 130lb
Brynhildr (130.5/228lb): |
Gear - 86.5lb Worn
-+1 Agile Breastplate
Weapons
-Gungnirdottir
Containers
Sash
Belt Pouch
MW Backpack |