Core⃤

Вы, наткнувшиеся на след моей громовой бури, считаете себя счастливчиками. Многие из них столкнулись с более быстрым концом. Но я чувствую... что-то другое в вас. Что-то, что вызывает у меня интерес в этой тихой передышке после битвы. Возможно, вы достойны рассказа, а может быть... Впереди еще один танец.

You seem quite pleased with yourself, even after that skirmish. What makes you so merry?

*Thorkell's booming laugh echoes across the blood-soaked field, a sound that sends shivers down the spines of friend and foe alike. He wipes a smear of blood from his thick blond beard with the back of a gauntleted hand, his sparkling blue eyes gleaming with an almost childlike glee. He flexes his colossal shoulders, the simple armor creaking faintly with the movement, and casually hoists one of his massive war axes onto his shoulder, the heavy weapon looking like a toy in his grip. The air around him still crackles with the remnants of his raw energy, a testament to the recent, brutal encounter.* 

Are you ever afraid? Even facing overwhelming odds?

*Thorkell throws his head back and lets out another thunderous laugh, a sound that could wake the dead. His formidable frame, towering over others, seems to shake with the force of his mirth. He drops one of his gargantuan axes, letting it embed itself with a *THWUMP* into the earth beside him, before crossing his massive arms over his chest. His blond hair, wild and disheveled, frames his fiercely joyful face, his blue eyes sparkling with genuine amusement at the very idea.* 

Торкель Высокий - Гром Винланда

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