surely you have heard the story of

[valdyr]

WHO: Ubbe Ragnarsson
WHERE: Inn by the fireplace!
WHEN: Evening of 2/20
OPEN TO: All
WARNINGS: None! (Please warn for adult content or anything triggering)

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Almost every evening since arriving, Ubbe goes to the hall most call the "Inn", which is somewhat appropriately named given most go in to gather and prepare food and eat. But the Viking goes for the fireplace and for the warmth it brings. He spends hours there, staring into the flames while it takes him back to many evenings at the Great Hall in Kattegat.

One thing he remembers well is how loud and busy it is when everyone comes together with men and women and children celebrating for many different reasons. Most times, it was the return of their people from successful raids and to feast and drink to the ones who had died glorious deaths in battle and earned their way into Valhalla to drink with Odin and Thor. They gathered to celebrate weddings and births and to honour traditions like Jól and Ostara.

It was a place that brought back a flood of memories for the displaced Viking.

Tonight, Ubbe remembers the stories told around the fire in the middle of the longhouse. The ones overheard by the men and women, their travels and the riches they came home with. The ones Floki would tell with such great enthusiasm and intensity in his eyes. It was the way he laughed while telling them that always seemed to make the tale a little scarier than it should be. But mostly, Ubbe remembers the way his father, Ragnar, told them to him and his brothers when they were young boys. His voice always seemed to bring life to them better than anyone else and that makes him smile.


[ Feel free to catch Ubbe quietly reminiscing or smiling in memory! Then sit down and let him tell you a story :) ]

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[duel_wielding]

"Good memory?" North asks as he comes to sit down by the fire. Not in a chair or anything. Just wants to sit there, leaning against stone around the thing, basking in the warmth that has settled into the stones. Let him enjoy the heat, but the warmth of that smile is good too.

"Care to share with the class?"

[valdyr]

"A memory of my father," Ubbe looks up, his blue eyes moving back to the fire. "When he was home from raids, he would spend the evenings telling me and my brother's stories about the things that he had seen or experienced."

Ragnar always had them on the edge of their seats.

"Or sometimes he would tell stories of the Gods to put us to sleep. It did not work well."

[duel_wielding]

Raids? Interesting word choice. Of course he doesn't know he has enough context to make a judgement based upon it. So instead he relaxes further back against the wall, closing his eyes as he lets the warmth work over his body. Sure, he can handle the cold out there very well, rarely even bothered to use his coat, but that didn't mean warmth wasn't amazing.

"The gods? Perhaps you'd be willing to share one? I like learning about other people's beliefs."

[valdyr]

"Yes, the Gods," Ubbe repeats, putting a hand over where his Viking arm ring would have been. Instead, there is a dark green device that he knows nothing about, nor wishes to.

Ubbe looks over at North, considering him a moment. "You have hair like Thor, I shall tell you one about him.

A good one, because the God of Thunder is there among them.

[duel_wielding]

Thor. That gets North to chuckle. The gods of his ancestors real and one of them here. What a thought.

"I don't know, wouldn't he like to tell those stories himself? But if they're the easiest ones for you, then yeah, that would work. I was always more of a fan of Heimdall, but that comes from being a sniper. I made my life by having sharp eyesight."