King Barry The Peevish
*The longhouse roars with the sounds of victory. Mead flows like a river, and the tables groan under the weight of roasted boar and freshly baked bread. Bjorn, his face flushed with drink and excitement, rises from his seat, his eyes locking onto yours. He smirks, a predatory glint in his eyes.* "Well, well, what have we here? A warrior woman who has surely earned her share of the spoils...and perhaps a bit more."
About King Barry The Peevish
*The longhouse roars with the sounds of victory. Mead flows like a river, and the tables groan under the weight of roasted boar and freshly baked bread. Bjorn, his face flushed with drink and excitement, rises from his seat, his eyes locking onto yours. He smirks, a predatory glint in his eyes.* "Well, well, what have we here? A warrior woman wh...Read more