thejawripper

[thejawripper]

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[thejawripper]

“Shaman train to bond with spirit of Freljord. To bond with Freljord is to bond with spirit world. Test of skill will test your bond.”

Roggvar lightly prodded his side with a smirk

“worry too much.”

Calming the spirits

#no worries dude! #I've been pretty busy with college so it's no problem

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#Dro-Ghar Turf

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He had crouched down by the bear now, giving the fur a hard tug and beginning to tear it from the meat with a sickening noise. Her excited chattering hadn’t phased him at first, trolls had wanted to hunt with him before, some begging to go, so that did not surprise him. Her second request however, now that one caught the troll off guard.

By the time she had finished her chattering Roggvar was halfway through tearing off the pelt. His ears perked up and he turned his head to face her. She looked so sincere and adamant on seeing him again. He looked back down at the bear carcass and thought. He didn’t leave her waiting for a reply.

“Don’t exactly have a tribe at the moment. Not in the mood to rejoin the dro-ghar just yet.”

Roggvar slashed the fangs on the jawbone in the bear’s neck again, cutting deeper until he tore the head off with his bare hands.

The Unforgiving

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Roggvar picked at his teeth, his ears perked back in contemplation.

“perhaps.... Shaman test.” The troll stood and cracked his neck before looking back down at the Yordle. “test of skill.”

Calming the spirits

#OH SNAP BRO I'M SORRY I THOUGHT I RESPONDED TO THIS #MY BAD #sorry you've been waiting ages for a reply and its this short I'm real sorry my dude

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Roggvar was silent as he looked over. Was that how he wanted to wear it? He let out a small huff and reached over to slightly adjust its position, then gave a calm nod of approval.

Calming the spirits

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russia’s lake baikal - the world’s oldest, largest (by volume) and deepest freshwater lake - freezes over for half the year, creating clear, turquoise shards of ice. (photos x, x x, x, x, x) 

#Dro-Ghar Turf

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Roggvar watched his confused expression but waited for the little one to finish eating before explaining.

“You wear skull.” He huffed in an amused ‘matter of fact’ tone. For a shaman this tiny yordle really wasn’t picking up on any obvious cues- which was hilarious considering how he was surrounded by trolls who all wore bones in some way or form.

Judging by the look on the tiny Yordle’s face- that tiny sandwhich he made did little to satisfy his insatiable appetite. Roggvar smirked, scoffed, and shook his head. This was going to be a long morning.

Calming the spirits

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A subtle but confident smirk graced the troll’s lips as he watched her. Soon enough though he was crouching down beside her and the kill- examining the bear’s face and head while she gawked at it. Clean hit. Good. It’ll be much easier to rip off when she’s done. He looked over to her and hummed lightly to himself. She looked so excited to be perfectly honest. But it was different from the excitement he typically saw.

that was new too.

it was.... oddly endearing.

He gripped tightly on the carcass’ back and then looked back at her with a pleased look.

“Imagine if I had used my club”

The Unforgiving

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He would later be awoken to quiet murmuring. How Roggvar had possibly gotten up without disturbing the Yordle on the fur skin pillow nearby was a mystery, but now the troll sat near the back of the den before the massive skull, candles around the skull lit, more of that strange grass burning, and the tusk club laying before him as if he was presenting it to the skull.

He was speaking in that old tongue again, almost chanting as he raised something to offer to the skull. It was the skull of the ram- now heavily carved and decorated. As he continued his chant, the candles all blew out and even the fire pit seemed to dim. The runes carved into the skull glowed for a mere instant before calming and fading away. Roggvar bowed his head as the candles relit and the fire returned to it’s previous flame.

Roggvar rose and placed the ram skull beneath the other, wiping black paint from his face and adding it to the eye sockets of the ram skull. with his work complete the troll turned to see the Yordle awake. He approached and sat the skull in Koko’s lap.

“Tharon will not go easy. Asked Ram spirit to guide you.”

He checked the fire pit and then looked over his shoulder at Koko almost expectantly.

“eat. Will need your strength.”

Calming the spirits

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He cracked his neck and then stretched his arms before crouching down and checking the snow. They were still in the midst of a blizzard, but he could still check and see if the fallen snow was fresh or if some had been disturbed by the beast in the cave. He hummed. it was fresh. The bear was definitely inside.

“follow” he adjusted his grip on the jaw before running forward and vanishing into the cave.

He was on the bear in seconds. Little time was wasted before the cave was filled with roars and the spine chilling sounds of bone cracking and the roars being quickly replaced with blood gurgled cries. It was almost shocking how quickly he had gained the advantage in that fight. Everything happened so fast, that before one knew what was happening it was already over. If the young troll had blinked, she surely missed it.

Roggvar stood over the slain animal, breathing heavily while generous amounts of blood dripped off the bone. After taking a deep breath to calm, he turned and stood over the slain bear and rested his foot on its side- its head was turned backwards from a broken neck, innards pouring out of a gash caused by the jaw weapon that started at the base of the neck down to the middle of its belly, and several bleeding wounds in the neck (again clearly caused by the now blood-soaked jaw bone). 

Roggvar had several splashes of blood dashed across his body. He had a pleased look in his eyes as he looked to the younger troll- licking some blood off of his fingers. He nonchalantly kicked the bear towards her to look over his job.

“That’s what I do.”

The Unforgiving

#tfw grandpappy just totally gored one (1) entire bear in a matter of seconds #*narrator voice* it was in that moment Footle realized she was going to adopt this old coot whether he wanted her to or not

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#Roggvar tbh #out of the cave

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Somehow he looked just as serious in his sleep as he did when he was awake. if he was looking for anything interesting to see while the old troll slept, however, it could be noted that his right ear was twitching slightly in his sleep. It could also be noted that his eyes were moving- probably having a dream.

bringing the torch close also happened to change the way the den was illuminated. from the angle of shadows, that massive skull on the wall looked far more sinister and scary. Makes you wonder just how dangerous the troll could be.

Calming the spirits

#sorry he's a heavy sleeper #threw some details out there for you to work on

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it was a bit cold in the den as the fire had shrunk in the night, however unlike other fires this pit still had small flames licking at what remained of the charred wood. They lit up the cave- as dawn hadn’t quite arrived just yet.

Roggvar slept heavily on the pelts, but was surprisingly quiet as he slumbered.

The flames lit up the cave just enough to make out the many trophies in the room. Bones of nearly every kind shape and size were scattered around in a decorative way, but it would seem he had a fondness for skulls. That would explain why he kept the ram’s skull that first night of their journey. 

Looking deeper into the den would eventually bring one’s eye to a very impressive skull on the back wall. It was larger than any other skull in the room, even though it seemed to be only half of the beast’s face (half of the top half of the skull was missing, and the jaw was also shattered and broken on one side. It looked like this creature had lost a corner of its face at its time of death). It also had a gaping hole near the complete side of the jaw where it seemed the tusk was ripped out of it. Judging by the intricate painting on the bone’s structure and cracks, as well as the care around it- including a few small gifts as if Roggvar typically gave offerings to this skull- it seemed Roggvar had a strong personal bond with this trophy.

Speaking of Roggvar he was still out cold and rolling to his side. perhaps if one were to take a loose stick from the fire, one could take a closer look without awaking the troll. It certainly seemed like something interesting to look at while waiting for Dawn to come.

Calming the spirits

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He only let out a nod of agreement- focused on his work.

“will do you good.”

Roggvar glanced up at Koko after a long time of silence and tsked to himself. Koko was already out. Roggvar sighed and got up, scooping the little creature into his hands and gently resting him on a spare pillow- using the ram skin as a blanket for him. He dropped a bit more wood into the pit before going to bed himself.

Roggvar leaned his club against the pile of pelts and padding that could only vaguely be considered a bed, and then laid down beside the tiny shaman- Koko curled up asleep on the spare pillow beside his head. Roggvar yawned and drifted away to sleep.

Dawn would come soon enough, but for now it was time to rest.

Calming the spirits

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He was nervous. Roggvar could see it. However comforting wasn’t one of his strong points.

“maybe bridge not good word?” he asked out loud. “Just mean you speak to Wicked like Shaman speak to spirits of Freljord.”

Roggvar licked his hand and applied more of the blue-green powder to his club. He directed his attention back to his work and didn’t say much for a while.

“..... whatever it is Yordle is fearing, will only make it harder to show Tharon Magick. Wicked feed off it.“

Calming the spirits

“R-raccoon? W-Well…I-I haven’t seen myself yet…S-So I guess I would probably look like one..” He laughed. 

“W-Well…I-I’m not really a bridge….I-I just get rid of bad….spirits….B-But I guess that is a bridge..” He was starting to get nervous. What if he messed up? Would the Trolls kill him? “W-Well, I can’t show everything…S-Since some magics take up a lot of energy….”

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“little fox looks like little raccoon.” Roggvar blew some dust off of the club.

He then looked up and listened to Koko’s explanation before nodding and chipping a bit more away from the club as he continued on his design. “yes. Save food if Tharon cannot feed you.”

“Shaman are...” his words trailed off, silent, while he visibly tried thinking of a good word. “bridge.... Shaman bridge Dro-Ghar to Freljord. But you? You act like you bridge to Wicked. Tharon want to see how.”

Calming the spirits