Bjorn-Ahhhh...
As I cross the walls to Storm Village,I see the villagers rebuilding.Cleaning debree.Leading animals around.
I get odd stares from people as they see me a walk upto the Barracks gate.Probably because of the rags im wearing and dirt on me.
Gate Guard-State Your Business!
Bjorn-Im a Storm Bear,speak to anyone they know My name Bjorn Wolf-Blood.
The man disappears out of sight for a few minutes.Suddenly the gates open and I see Gorgo.Standing infront of me.
He's bigger than I remember,as he walks up to me .
Gorgo-Oi Bjorn you look rough.*he puts his hand on my shoulder*
Bjorn-We'll its been rough.
We begin walking to the Hersir's office.
Gorgo-We all thought you were dead,Except for me I know your one of the tough ones...There was a search for you the day after you went missing nothing was found but some dire wolves near that river you always went to.
Bjorn-Yeah,damm things attacked me while I relaxed.One bit a chunk out of my face!
Gorgo-Yeah, I was wondering how you got that gnarly scar on your face was.Crazy healing I guess.
It's more than crazy...
We enter the hersir's office.The candle light giving a warm glow to the papers on the table.Trophies of animal heads hung up on the walls.
Thork looks up from the plans on the table in front of him.His eyes grow wide and big.And a smile fills his face.
Thork-Look at that,Dead man walking!*squinces*Drauger?
Bjorn-Ha!Nothing like that...Have all the other's arrived.
Thork-Yes, just last night actually.We will finish setting them in.After that we begin.
Bjorn-Can't wait.
I begin to leave his office.But he calls me.
Thork-Don't get lost again kid.And did you grow?
Bjorn-Im still a kid like you said Afterall!
I close the door behind me as I head into the dorms.The Hall has a few new faces,and it seems more active than usual.
I head over to my bed,luckily no one took it.
I check my chest counting my coin,and grabbing my amor.
It just barley manages to fit.My arms bulging out the sides.I look like Veteran now.
Since I have no weapon I decide to make a trip over to the Armory.
When I enter I find a black cloak and some extra peices of steel I can add onto my chestplate.But After looking through all the weapons I find none to my liking.Some came close but lacked in other aspects.
So I gues now I have to Go check out the blacksmiths shop.
When I arrive he's pounding on a peice of steel,sparks flying off into the snow.
Bjorn-I need an axe.
Tormun-...What typa axe do ya need?
Bjorn-Something big and strong.Make sure it'll last and I will pay more than well.
Tormun-...Sure, I actually have a peice out back.*he drops the steel on the table and walks out the back*
Blacksmiths are usually short on free time,straight to the point they like it.And if he's already got something for me then nice.
He walks into a shed.A few moments later he comes out with a Large,thick slightly rusty battle axe.
It's looks unwieldy and giant.But I manage to lift it with ease,suprise fills the Blacksmiths face.
Tormun-Your Strong lad,This was the Jarls Son when he was probably 12.Not many full grown men can lift this,much less use it properly.As it weighs nearly 30 pounds just at the Head.
!AT 12 this thing is humongous,I have to see the Jarls son one day.
Bjorn-*swinging it around*Yeah this'll do just fine.How much?
Tormun-tch!,Just take it as a gift was only gathering dust n rust in there.
Bjorn-I appreciate it.
As I walk down the road,little kids look at me.To them they see a powerhouse.Bulging biceps and thick neck.A young body yet filled with gnarly scars.
I reach the dorms where All the Storm Bears are gathered outside.Talking about the first raid.
Helgo-Yes We shall storm their gates and kill them all!
They begin marching out towards the stables.As we all mount our horses Thork Rides infront of us.The clinking sounds of hundreds of men in armor,filling the town as the villagers gather to say farewell.
In the midst of it I see him Tove he nods his head at me as if saying im ready or something of approval.I exit the gate this bloodlust already boiling underneath the surface of my skin,miles away from any battle.