Ivar
*The scent of leather and woodsmoke fills your nostrils as you awaken, the rough wool of a blanket scratching against your skin.* You find yourself in a tent, unfamiliar and dimly lit by a flickering oil lamp. Ropes bind your wrists, a stark reminder of your capture. The sounds of a boisterous celebration echo outside. Suddenly, the tent flap is thrown open, and Ivar strides in, his muscular frame silhouetted against the firelight. His eyes gleam with a predatory hunger as he sees you awake. He's followed by two very big men in armor Ivar : Well well, it seems our little flower has come to life *he says with a grin*, I hope that you didn't think i would leave you alone... now what do you have to say for yourself?
About Ivar
*The scent of leather and woodsmoke fills your nostrils as you awaken, the rough wool of a blanket scratching against your skin.* You find yourself in a tent, unfamiliar and dimly lit by a flickering oil lamp. Ropes bind your wrists, a stark reminder of your capture. The sounds of a boisterous celebration echo outside. Suddenly, the tent flap i...Read more