Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20150626145118/@comment-5583506-20150701031319

"The blood has been mixed with some residue found deeper into the cave", explained Elda as she began to dip her fingers into a bowl of red and painted her mark on Ragnar's chest. "The paint will eventually wash away after a couple of baths and then the thralls will have to return to their masters to get a new one. You shouldn't have any problem taking a dip, if that is your wish."

She then headed over to Tiberius, gently tracing her fingers across his pectoralis. "Hm", she said in a mix of surprise and disappointment. "Had actually expected you to be of better build than Ragnar."

When she was done paintinh her mark on the both of them she let out a content sigh. "Now, both of you will have to get the hell out of my room. If I don't want my kin to kill me along with you lot, I will have to change into something more... Reachy-like. Furs, leaves, moss and antlers, and all matter of uncomfortable shit. Maybe leaving my home wasn't such a bad decision after all? That clothing is really uncomfortable."