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| - | You are a proud warrior, using your strength to claim your place in the world. Slaving the weaklings and slaying the challengers, your power is unrivaled so far. There is a large double bladed axe with runes | + | You are a proud warrior, using your strength to claim your place in the world. Slaving the weaklings and slaying the challengers, your power is unrivaled within the tribe so far. There is a large double bladed axe with runes that praise the gods of your ancestors in your posession which you use with deadly accuracy. |
You stand on the edge of the current camp, staring in the wilderness and find yourself to be nervous. You've just turned sixteen and entered adulthood within your tribe and now is the time of your quest. | You stand on the edge of the current camp, staring in the wilderness and find yourself to be nervous. You've just turned sixteen and entered adulthood within your tribe and now is the time of your quest. | ||
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[[Category/WarriorWoman| Shania!]] | [[Category/WarriorWoman| Shania!]] | ||
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Current revision as of 05:31, 7 July 2014
You are a proud warrior, using your strength to claim your place in the world. Slaving the weaklings and slaying the challengers, your power is unrivaled within the tribe so far. There is a large double bladed axe with runes that praise the gods of your ancestors in your posession which you use with deadly accuracy.
You stand on the edge of the current camp, staring in the wilderness and find yourself to be nervous. You've just turned sixteen and entered adulthood within your tribe and now is the time of your quest.
Strenght and power is all that matters to your tribe and as such, you are needed to prove yourself to the elders. You need to venture in the wilderness alone and succeed in a feat of strenght, that is not what makes you nervous. You need to bring back proof and that is what worries you. Your friend and rival brought back the armor of a lordling among the tamed peole and with only a year parting you, you feel the pressure.
"Youngling!" comes a shout and you turn to see the rival you've just thought about. You raise your hand and shout:
