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FOR THE FRELJORD—!! [x]
[❧] ok but is it scientifically proven that all braum roleplayers are the chillest dudes in the world i think that we need a study conducted here cuz wll braums are so nice???
[❧] sorry everyone i know i owe replies and have that world building thing i promised but i havent felt like doing anything tbh
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Actor and Philanthropist, Martin Sensmeier for BASTARD fanzine photographed by Idris + Tony (via INDIGENOUS)
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im going to be talking about the matriarchal society in tryndameres old tribe after work so sit tight
Tryndamere suffers from PTSD :0
Tryndamere headcanon: In his old tribe, they viewed food as a treasure and a family orientated occasion. Everyone in the household hunts for a meal at least once so the family can sort of “consume” the love of the hunter because they put hard work into the fight so everyone could eat. It didn’t matter if they did well or not, the family would celebrate a first hunt. If they came home with nothing, they would try again the next night. If you were just a friend of the family, it would be a great honor if you were eating at a table with your friends because the meal is so sacred to everyone. Some were known to burst into tears when they found out they were invited over for dinner. If it were a young child’s friend that was able to eat at the table, the child would excitedly tell his parents about his experience the next day. Most parents would then bring gifts to the family that fed their son as it was an honorable thing. Even to this day, if someone Tryndamere hated sat at a table with him to eat, the King could no longer stomach food because of the idea that food is for loving everyone at the table.
Men who just got back from war together, usually ate together as a bonding experience because of the trauma that they faced brought them close to each other during the time they battled. In fact, most of the people outside of your family you invited over for dinner were war partners.
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they say that a hero has a heart forged from incredible steel and the spears of victors, that he knows no fear, no bounds to his character as he treads over whatever may stand in his way; that a hero is one who fights for justice, for the right of life, for a selfless cause that demands no time for him to look back at the very ideals he claims to purport ——–BUT THAT’S NOT RIGHT what they should say is that a hero isn’t born great, rather that he works for it with every ounce of sincerity and perseverance that surges through his veins, with prejudice against his foes and allies alike to establish justice, gritting teeth and sweating through the extraordinary until he’s done, the war is won, and celebrates with the people he’s stood up for. I DON’T KNOW WHERE THAT HERO IS
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Decided to do a thing
Kinda like how it came out
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The sounds of cheering, laughter and bodily noises seemed common in the tavern as Truth took a drink from his flask. Behind him, two warriors with the Avarosan symbol on their forearms were singing a song with an arm around the other and Truth couldn't help but smile. He did feel a tad nervous. Felt like he was being watched, but given his appearance, it was expected.
After a successful battle, Tryndamere and his men went to a tavern to celebrate. They sang songs of glory and it was such a light mood even Tryndamere shared songs of his tribe with his new brothers. But Tryndamere’s mood shifted and he sat still for a while. The other’s were used to him doing this and went around him all chatting and giving each other compliments or teasing.
The King’s bubbling rage started surfacing at the man he seen. The barbarian quickly shot up and approaches the man with fiery hair. With a strong grip, he clasped the man’s shoulder.
“Might I ask you of a few things?” His teeth practically gritting as he saw up close the horrific toothy mask.
Tryndamere picked up the man, gripping harshly from the collar of Truth's shirt. The King pulled the masked freak closer to his face. All the bar lay silent and eyes fell on them like they were in a play. The barbarian payed this no mind. "I ask you again and I order you to tell me," Tryndamere's teeth showed like a feral wolf. "Who gave you that fucking mask?!" His voice rose as visions of Aatrox flooded his mind. He felt his blood was boiling yet it still felt thick and cold in him. "I need to know!"
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one freljordian to another
Ivern let out a cool breath as he stood on the edge of the Freljord and the forest, the familiar air running through his branches and humbling The Green Father for a moment. He sat and put his toes in the river, feeling the slightly chilly water flow through his roots.
it had been a long time since he had returned to the Freljord this time of year. Granted, he had been here before! In the summer he found the area to be quite hospitable to him! But he had to admit, he missed wandering through the deep snow of winter.
He heard the snap of a twig, and in instinct quickly retreated to the bushes.
Tryndamere huffed as he entered further into the forest. On this day, twenty years ago, the Darkin destroyed everything the King knew and awoken something he will never understand.
Although he was not a religious man and would never believe in the Gods of his people nor Ashe’s, he came out to the forest to have some sort of prayer all his own. Just sitting in isolation and reminiscing about the life he once knew feels honoring enough for his dead people.
A creature scurried off into the bushes as he approached his annual spot which he was glad. No one should be allowed to see him shed the thinnest amount of weakness and he considered this a sign of weakness.
Tryndamere plopped onto the ground with his sword, or tonight, his father’s and began remembering old traditions and sweet memories.
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The sounds of cheering, laughter and bodily noises seemed common in the tavern as Truth took a drink from his flask. Behind him, two warriors with the Avarosan symbol on their forearms were singing a song with an arm around the other and Truth couldn't help but smile. He did feel a tad nervous. Felt like he was being watched, but given his appearance, it was expected.
After a successful battle, Tryndamere and his men went to a tavern to celebrate. They sang songs of glory and it was such a light mood even Tryndamere shared songs of his tribe with his new brothers. But Tryndamere’s mood shifted and he sat still for a while. The other’s were used to him doing this and went around him all chatting and giving each other compliments or teasing.
The King’s bubbling rage started surfacing at the man he seen. The barbarian quickly shot up and approaches the man with fiery hair. With a strong grip, he clasped the man’s shoulder.
“Might I ask you of a few things?” His teeth practically gritting as he saw up close the horrific toothy mask.
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Truth was about to take another drink of his flash when a strong grip on his shoulder drew his attention and he turned to face the barbarian. He noticed the anger in the other male’s features and wondered what his problem was. Truth had done nothing to upset anyone in the tavern, let alone this barbarian.
Truth turned, breaking the hold on his shoulder and grabbed his mask so he could face the barbarian, his golden hues staring at the other with clear annoyance on his face.
“Depends on what those questions entail, warrior.”
Tryndamere set a very fake, startling smile. Even the feeling of the feature felt unusual to his jaw but he obviously startled the man with his introduction.
Through the unsettling smile, Tryndamere attempted to be calm when he asked. “Who gave you that mask?”
The sounds of cheering, laughter and bodily noises seemed common in the tavern as Truth took a drink from his flask. Behind him, two warriors with the Avarosan symbol on their forearms were singing a song with an arm around the other and Truth couldn't help but smile. He did feel a tad nervous. Felt like he was being watched, but given his appearance, it was expected.
After a successful battle, Tryndamere and his men went to a tavern to celebrate. They sang songs of glory and it was such a light mood even Tryndamere shared songs of his tribe with his new brothers. But Tryndamere’s mood shifted and he sat still for a while. The other’s were used to him doing this and went around him all chatting and giving each other compliments or teasing.
The King’s bubbling rage started surfacing at the man he seen. The barbarian quickly shot up and approaches the man with fiery hair. With a strong grip, he clasped the man’s shoulder.
“Might I ask you of a few things?” His teeth practically gritting as he saw up close the horrific toothy mask.
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my hate for you, my rage against you is a fearsome beast, with razor fangs and claws for ripping and rending flesh. it has a longing, a craving for blood. more specifically, your blood.