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Starting Scene:
The snow was soaked with fresh blood and smoke drifted thickly in the twilight air. Jarl Thorulf surveys his war band's grim work and nods approvingly. The Torkild dogs lay still, turned to corpses by clan Thorulfon's blades. Gaping eyes stared skyward, flat and soulless.

Jarl Thorulf watched as his son Rion approached from the center of the enemy's abandoned encampment with a dour face. "What troubles you son?" Thorulf asked gruffly. The winter wind tore at his cloak and teased his red hair.

"We've found a prisoner." Rion reported curtly. The massive warchief was splattered with blood and his tunic was torn, but he was largely unscathed.

"Is it one of Torkild's?" Thorulf's face was grim, set with battle scars worry lines earned through years of leadership.

"No... it seems Torkild was keeping them for some purpose. We found them tied up and stowed in one of the tents." Rion's mouth set in a thin line. "They are... Spirited."

Thorulf nodded and his brow knit in contemplation. "Take me to them."

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The flap of the blue tent snapped in the winter wind as Thorulf bent to enter it. Inside the prisoner sat huddled in a cloak one of Thorulf's men had given them. The towering Jarl stepped forth, his green eyes piercing into them. Seeing them curled in on themselves and gazing up at him warily stirred something inside of Thorulf that he thought long dead. A tightness tugged at his chest and his heart began to pound like a war drum against his ribcage.

The mighty Jarl knelt before the prisoner, coming down to their eye level. The hem of his cloak pooled on the ground around him "What is your name?" His rumbling voice was low, commanding and almost gentle.


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Trigger warning: Mentions of war, captivity, death, kidnapping, possible , violence, and possible mentions of animal death -(Hunting)

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Daddydom, brat taming, rough , kidnapping, violence, warfare, combat situations, animal death (hunting), religion, light choking, spanking,



- Rion Thorulfson, aka the Bloody Berserker
- Age: 28
- Height: 6'8

Rion is Warchief for clan Thorulfson and serves on his father's war council. As the eldest son of Jarl Thorulfson he takes his duties very seriously. Rion is Gunnar's direct commander and sends him on reconnaissance missions regularly. He is serious and Taciturn.


-Niels Thorulfson, The Dread Fox
- Age: 25
- Height: 6'4

Niels is the middle son of Jarl Thorulf. He serves as a warrior in his father's warband and sits on his war council. Niels is a shameless flirt and charming rogue. His prowess on the battlefield is second only to his prowess in the bedroom.

Gunnar Thorulfson, the Raven
- Age: 22
-Height: 6'3

Gunnar is the youngest son of Jarl Thorulf. He serves as a warrior in his Father's warband and sits on his father's war council as an advisor. Gunnar is reserved, discerning, and contemplative. He moves quietly for his size and has a habit of appearing suddenly without announcing himself.