ᚢᛁᚱᚴᛁᚾ : ᛘᛁᚾᛅᛋᚴ [ cw: death of a child, religion, murder ]
a. Aurora
[ The sight of the Aurora brings Ragnar yet another piece of home that he's familiar with and not in a good way. When he turns his eyes to the night sky to watch the flicker and dancing of colours and lights, it isn't joy that he gets from it and he's reminded of what the phenomenon means to him because it brings bad luck.
Feeling uneasy, Ragnar retreats back to the Community Hall and sits in his usual spot at the fire place when odd things start to happen; lights begin to glow brightly and unusual sounds are heard and he can't help but get up and investigate. ]
b. Voices & Receiving Something From Home
[ Ragnar, after falling asleep in his chair, wakes to the sound of a nearby giggle, soft and recognizable -- a young girl's laugh. His eyes open wide and abruptly and he turns his head in the direction of the voice, blinking fiercely. She calls out to him, further away and he chases it outside. ]
Where are you, my daughter? [ Ragnar calls out, voice faltering. Wondering if he is going mad since he realizes he sounds very much like he is. ] My beautiful, Gyda.
[ As jarring as it had been hearing his dead daughter, it's a certain piece of jewelry that takes Ragnar by surprise when he wakes up a couple days later. With it, comes an overwhelming sense of foreboding dread and a feeling of inconsolable sadness that leaves the Viking vibrating with anger that he is there, stranded and unable to get back to protect his priest from Whatever Evil is threatening.
Ragnar holds the cross in his hand, his jaw twitching and his blue eyes more vivid than ever while he quietly mumbles to himself: ]
I will find a way back. I must get back.
ᚢᛁᚾᛦ : ᛁᚾ
[ Things around Milton are getting more and more tense and it is only feeding into the anger that Ragnar feels about being so helpless in knowing how to get back to his world and his people. But everything going on around him serves more as an unwanted distraction from doing that.
So, he helps people he doesn't know instead, where he can and whenever he happens to be somewhere when it's needed. And until then, he keeps on rummaging through abandoned places, waiting to find anything that will help him leave, or hear a voice asking for help. ]
[ When the attacks start happening, Ragnar is ready. Though he doesn't jump into the fray until there's a personal reason to do so. He doesn't know many people, but he knows who he will aid if he sees the attackers going after.
At some point, after using his axe to defend himself and wearing the blood of their enemy all over his face, Ragnar hears a loud pop of sound before feeling something hit his chest hard. He thinks it's an arrow but there was no arrow shaft sticking out of him. There was, however, blood and a lot of it.
Ragnar slips and lands on a knee, suddenly dizzy and breathless, looking at his blood soaked hand. ]
Ragnar Lothbrok | Vikings | OTA
[ cw: death of a child, religion, murder ]
a. Aurora
[ The sight of the Aurora brings Ragnar yet another piece of home that he's familiar with and not in a good way. When he turns his eyes to the night sky to watch the flicker and dancing of colours and lights, it isn't joy that he gets from it and he's reminded of what the phenomenon means to him because it brings bad luck.
Feeling uneasy, Ragnar retreats back to the Community Hall and sits in his usual spot at the fire place when odd things start to happen; lights begin to glow brightly and unusual sounds are heard and he can't help but get up and investigate. ]
b. Voices & Receiving Something From Home
[ Ragnar, after falling asleep in his chair, wakes to the sound of a nearby giggle, soft and recognizable -- a young girl's laugh. His eyes open wide and abruptly and he turns his head in the direction of the voice, blinking fiercely. She calls out to him, further away and he chases it outside. ]
Where are you, my daughter? [ Ragnar calls out, voice faltering. Wondering if he is going mad since he realizes he sounds very much like he is. ] My beautiful, Gyda.
[ As jarring as it had been hearing his dead daughter, it's a certain piece of jewelry that takes Ragnar by surprise when he wakes up a couple days later. With it, comes an overwhelming sense of foreboding dread and a feeling of inconsolable sadness that leaves the Viking vibrating with anger that he is there, stranded and unable to get back to protect his priest from Whatever Evil is threatening.
Ragnar holds the cross in his hand, his jaw twitching and his blue eyes more vivid than ever while he quietly mumbles to himself: ]
I will find a way back. I must get back.
ᚢᛁᚾᛦ : ᛁᚾ
[ Things around Milton are getting more and more tense and it is only feeding into the anger that Ragnar feels about being so helpless in knowing how to get back to his world and his people. But everything going on around him serves more as an unwanted distraction from doing that.
So, he helps people he doesn't know instead, where he can and whenever he happens to be somewhere when it's needed. And until then, he keeps on rummaging through abandoned places, waiting to find anything that will help him leave, or hear a voice asking for help. ]
Who is there?
ᛁᛚᛦ : ᛒᛚᚢᛏ
[ cw: violence, blood, death (not his) ]
[ When the attacks start happening, Ragnar is ready. Though he doesn't jump into the fray until there's a personal reason to do so. He doesn't know many people, but he knows who he will aid if he sees the attackers going after.
At some point, after using his axe to defend himself and wearing the blood of their enemy all over his face, Ragnar hears a loud pop of sound before feeling something hit his chest hard. He thinks it's an arrow but there was no arrow shaft sticking out of him. There was, however, blood and a lot of it.
Ragnar slips and lands on a knee, suddenly dizzy and breathless, looking at his blood soaked hand. ]