[CENTER] [h1][color=0072bc] Rägnar "Ironhide" Siggurd [/color][/h1] [/center]
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[color=fdc68a]"You should not have come with them."[/color] the small pendant mentioned to the now half-northerner laying in a pool of his own blood, a destroyed caravan surrounding them both as multiple other people and civilians seemed to be getting executed by a single fellow who was injured as well: lithe build and a rapier on his hand as he stabbed through the hearts of the innocents just to gain whatever properties they might have on them, bodies of his own colleagues surrounding the caravan as well. It seems it was quite a bloody battle, in which no one really had won, at least yet.

Rägnar, though, was not about to get defeated by some bandits that would more than likely be related to the incident that happened when he was younger, the same bastards that destroyed his childhood and his mother's spirit within a single day, truly the lowest scum of mankind. As the lithe bandit was rummaging through a semi-destroyed chest, the man stood up to a knee as blood poured out of a hit on his side, where more than a few other scars were present in there. [color=fdc68a]"Rägnar, do not be so stupid, you are no use to me if you are dead."[/color] Omegarus whispered in an attempt to stop Ironhide from doing whatever he was about to do, but to no avail, as Rägnar started to limp towards the bandit with a broken handaxe on his left...well, hand. 

[b][color=00a651]"Trash...trash...trash...hmph, th' boss ain't gon' be happy I tell ya that much, so many lives lost fo' shite."[/color] [/b]the bandit idly stated before he heard the footsteps behind him, turning around with a quick spin and barely stopping the dented edge of the axe that was coming straight for his head with his own rapier, now admiring a hulking northerner with a stoic look on his face, suffering multiple injuries as he dropped the axe and to one knee, his weight too much for the injured lower bottom to sustain it...or was it? [color=00a651]"Pfft, someone would think you'd be ded b' the time ya even woke up, laddie."[/color] the bandit ignored the man, going to turn around to continue his search of treasure before Ironhide spoke up, his voice coarse and very, very rough. [color=2e3192][b]That is some nice clothing you have there.[/b][/color] he commented on the obviously stolen clothing that the bandit was wearing. [color=2e3192][b]"It's a shame you won't be able to wear them again."[/b][/color] at that, the bandit named Alexander turned around again, with an eyebrow raised. [color=2e3192][b]"...and by that, I mean I'll kill you."[/b][/color] Alexander laughed, walking past the man and going to slowly start to unsheathe his rapier, replying. [color=00a651][b]"You seem like quite an interesting fellow, but I do not have time for idle talking...I only so much time before I need to return to the boss' tent."[/b][/color] with a chuckle, he started to clean the edge of the blood-covered sword, continuing to talk. [color=00a651][b]"Did you really think you could defeat me? I caught your attack like it was a pop-up..."[/b][/color] Rägnar grunted, a single hand covering his own wound as he just stood there, the bandit raising his rapier. [color=00a651][b]"Poor bastard, killed just like a woman!"[/b][/color] 

Right at that second, Alexander saw how the previously injured and clearly near-death northerner jumped up with a spin, his free hand turning into a fist as it collided precisely with the bandit's jaw: the impact causing him to drop the rapier and stumble back, as Rägnar extended a hand to hold the lithe man by the wrist. [color=00a651]"T-This power...how...?"[/color] Alexander thought. Meanwhile, Ironhide just sighed very lightly at the sight of the almost defeated bandit, speaking up. [color=2e3192][b]"Now that I have a closer look, hmph, your clothing was not as nice as I thought, more peasant-stenched than anything."[/b][/color] he then loosened the grip of the man's wrist, as he adjusted his own leather clothing behind his back. [color=2e3192][b]"But you won't have to worry about that anymore - because your face is going to end up, even uglier.[/b][/color] and even before Rägnar finished his speech, the bandit was already trying to get away, but not before the same northerner raised both of his fists and started to pummel the man on the ground, as he felt himself slowly dazing away out of existence, eventually just letting himself do with some broken bones...before it all stopped. Alexander needed to see if he was going to make it out alive of that situation, but opening his eyes just revealed the same northerner from before wielding a Warhammer and about to make his head smithereens: and that is indeed what happened.

[color=fdc68a]"Now we have got no way of traveling, perfect."[/color] Omegarus idly stated as the two of them continued walking out of the destroyed caravan, Rägnar having treated his own injuries and just walking with a slight limp, adjusting the holsters for his own weapons and just replying with a "Hmph", clearly not the social type. [color=fdc68a]"Anywho, I do suppose we shall reach Silverwick in a day or so if we do not encounter any more hostiles...[/color] 

[color=2e3192][b]"What even is there, that would interest me, talking necklace?"[/b][/color] Rägnar replied, picking away at some berries from his pouch. [color=f9ad81]"I told you to call me Omegarus, insect, and I also told you that there'll be fame and rewards awaiting you there, isn't that right?"[/color] of course Omegarus would use power and fame as objectives for the half-northerner to pursue, clearly not being too hard to make the man follow in your footsteps given enough courage and a succulent treat as a reward from doing what you asked of him. The two of them passed through a small village, most of the people living there making no objection to a breed of a northerner passing through with a small iron pendant, and thus going through without much problems at all: stopping by with the excuse of gathering a few more supplies for the travel and selling off the loot from the bandits and caravan traders which died just a few hours ago, although the sound of battle was still stuck in Rägnar's head. [color=2e3192][b]"Silverwick...[/b][/color]