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sixthiterationlogs2016-12-08 10:58 am
seekingvinland) wrote in sixthiterationlogs2016-12-08 10:58 am
Entry tags:
Backdated OTA
WHO: Thorfinn Thorsson
WHERE: The Inn
WHEN: Backdated to November 30th. (Becuase I suck)
OPEN TO: OTA
WARNINGS: Mentions of death.
STATUS: Open
When Thorfinn heads into the woods most days early he can be found working around the village now and then but more often than not in the days since he woke up hung over and told of Karen's death and that Jo was off hunting with a party he had not been in the best mood. Days of quiet brooding while he worked. He came before lunch was served today. Stomping through the village holding something clearly not his. A boot that was to small to belong to him.
Pushing the inn doors open he sits the axe against the door in making his way inside like a whirlwind of loose blonde hair and grey colors. Moving past the main room he went right to the kitchens where he assumed Kate and the other's would be at this time.
"Kate!" He called out in his heavy accent. He more or less considered her to be the village cheiftan, she fed everyone she called meetings. Stepping up to the counter he slammed the boot down for all to see. "I found it." He knew her shoe had been missing, it had been mentioned to him when he was still trying to gather himself together the morning after Karen's death. He didn't know what it meant, why her shoe was off in the woods, but he knew it was his job to make sure everyone knew.
WHERE: The Inn
WHEN: Backdated to November 30th. (Becuase I suck)
OPEN TO: OTA
WARNINGS: Mentions of death.
STATUS: Open
When Thorfinn heads into the woods most days early he can be found working around the village now and then but more often than not in the days since he woke up hung over and told of Karen's death and that Jo was off hunting with a party he had not been in the best mood. Days of quiet brooding while he worked. He came before lunch was served today. Stomping through the village holding something clearly not his. A boot that was to small to belong to him.
Pushing the inn doors open he sits the axe against the door in making his way inside like a whirlwind of loose blonde hair and grey colors. Moving past the main room he went right to the kitchens where he assumed Kate and the other's would be at this time.
"Kate!" He called out in his heavy accent. He more or less considered her to be the village cheiftan, she fed everyone she called meetings. Stepping up to the counter he slammed the boot down for all to see. "I found it." He knew her shoe had been missing, it had been mentioned to him when he was still trying to gather himself together the morning after Karen's death. He didn't know what it meant, why her shoe was off in the woods, but he knew it was his job to make sure everyone knew.