Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20141021150035/@comment-24449631-20141026155322

The small man vigorously climbed up on the giant monster he was about to slay.

His virtue, was in his speedy and agility against the giant he so bravely fought, which was slow and heavy.

The little boy yelled as he pulled at the poor monster’s beard.

Causing Rowan pull his head a bit because of the weight suddenly clinging on.

Although it didn’t make him cease to smile.

On the contrary he started to laugh as the toddler of now 4 years old seemed to wrestle his way around Dad.

“Die, Troll die!” a child’s voice screamed over the laugh of his father.

Rowan lied with his back on the cosy rug in front of the fireplace as his son was ‘slaying him’, so to speak.

With little to no effort he managed to lift the young man up into the air by stretching both his arms around the boy’s pelvis.

“Not yet!” Rowan replied playful

“Raargh!” Fridrik clawed down at his father, only just reaching the man’s nose.

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Freja, meanwhile, was rolling meatballs in the kitchen. She smiled as she heard the roars of her two boys in the living room.

“Okay, enough ‘troll slaying’ boys, come and help me with dinner.” She sounded sweet but with just authority. Kinda like Sigur, Rowan’s mother.

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“Jaaa!” Fridrik yelled as he wrestled himself free and managed to cling right unto his dad who let out a strained but joyful breath.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Listen to your mother.” The Nord smiled as he looked into the light blue eyes of his son.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Come… Let’s go help her now.” Rowan got up. While gently pulling the toddler from him.

<p class="MsoNormal">After that they walked hand-in-hand towards the kitchen.

<p class="MsoNormal">Fridrik had to keep his arm up quite a bit because of his size, but Rowan compensated by hunching forward a bit.

<p class="MsoNormal">“We’re here.” Rowan smiled as he blew a strand of hair out of his face.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Good. I need an extra pair of hands.” She said while looking down at her son.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Fridrik, dear. Do you want to help ma make these meatballs?” She asked the little man.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Ja!” the boy sounded determined upon which Rowan heaved him up and closer to the wooden countertop, so he could stand at the correct height.

<p class="MsoNormal">“And what do you want me to do?” Rowan asked softly, leaning in for a kiss.

<p class="MsoNormal">But before he could Freja stopped him.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Careful, my hands are covered with this you know!”

<p class="MsoNormal">Rowan smiled but agreed that perhaps now was not the right time.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Well you could make the table.” Freja said as she started rolling again.

<p class="MsoNormal">Rowan showed a faint grinned as he saw Fridrik place meatballs that hadn’t been rolled in flour yet in the ‘ready’ bowl.

<p class="MsoNormal">“I’ll see to it then.” And walked passed her to get the plates.

<p class="MsoNormal">-

<p class="MsoNormal">Riften had benefitted greatly from the war eventually. After the attack in 202 the Jarl’s men stumbled on a lost treasure in the mountains. And because of the greater Stormcloak presence in town keeping things in check, it did not fall into corrupt hands, like Maven’s.

<p class="MsoNormal">Because of this. The city was able to put more effort in infrastructure and fair commerce. The implications of which were now starting to show in new housing with more detail to craftsmanship, like in the older days before vile jarl Hosgunn Crossed-daggers.

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Sure Riften wasn't near from being restored to the glory days... But they were getting there. Slowly but surely.

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<p class="MsoNormal">Name: Rowan Autumn-Arrow

<p class="MsoNormal">Race: Nord

<p class="MsoNormal">Gender: Male

<p class="MsoNormal">Age: 23

<p class="MsoNormal">Appearance: A young sturdy, though not monstrous Nord with the beginnings of a proper beard, blue-greyish eyes and light-brown wild, mid-long hair, though he has no accessories or face paint. He is still slightly freckled, but it’s barely visible.

<p class="MsoNormal">He wears a blue dyed fur coat with gold looking buttons, engraved with Nordic symbols. Over his coat he has a leather belt with a polished Nordic Belt buckle, with Mara’s braids on it. Also his open scabbard is connected to said belt. Underneath his blue coat he wears a faint green kyrtill (overtunic) below his waist he wears brown puffy tuck-in breeches, which are hold tight by leg wraps that also go over his dark brown leather boots.

<p class="MsoNormal">Skills: Able swordfighter with one handed, no shield required. Also pretty good shot with bow and arrow. Can sneak past unseen with some effort. Is a terrible pickpocket though. Able talker/liar.

<p class="MsoNormal">Powers: Resist Frost, “Robust and Rugged”

<p class="MsoNormal">Equipment: Orangeleaf is the name of the special silver metal sword he received from his father when he turned eighteen. It is a one handed sword, He also owns an imperial bow and steel arrows. Though, he doesn’t always carry them around.

<p class="MsoNormal">Faction: Citizen of Riften.

<p class="MsoNormal">Bio: Born in 4E 184, Rowan was the first born of Heppni Autumn-Arrow and his wife: Sigur. When he was four years old he got a Brother: Sterk. A year later, a sister: Kona. Together the children grew up in the house of Autumn-Arrow.

<p class="MsoNormal">He moved out of his family home in 202 but did not leave Riften. In fact the reason for his leave was because he was getting married with a girl he had met in Rorikstead upon returning to Riften after a debacle he wishes not to talk about…

<p class="MsoNormal">A year later they got a son, Fridrik, who’s now 4 years old.

<p class="MsoNormal">He lives as part time fisher and carpenter now. Helping to rebuild Riften.

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