A restless Nord

[nordic_dovahkiin]

Characters: Brunwulf Bear-Claw and You!
Setting: Floor Thirty-Two, Floor Seventy-Seven, Floor Fifteen.
Format: Anything.
Summary: Brunwulf goes exploring the tower.
Warnings: Possible violence, angst.

Floor Thirty-Two

[Brunwulf always enjoyed coming to Floor Thirty Two, as it was most like what he was used to back home. Wide open spaces with grass and trees. Perhaps no snow-capped mountains, but it was more like home, than the confines of the tower. Anything to get away from the stone walls. He felt like being in a prison, which he technically was.

He inhaled the fresh air and leaned against one of the many trees. The bark was rough against his arms, but he enjoyed it. Being a Nord meant he was used to the rough terrain of Skyrim. Bitter winds that would cut through flesh like a knife through butter. Cold winters that could kill those who did not possess Nord blood. Ah, he loved the out of doors.]

Floor Seventy-Seven

[The first thing that hit Brunwulf's face was warm steam. Where in Ysmir's name was he? He walked into the hot room and saw a row of benches through the misty murk of the room. Was this some kind of bathing area? If so, where was anyone else? Do others bathe together like they do back home? Brunwulf sat on one of the benches and let the steam wash over him. It actually felt quite relaxing and he realised he could spend all day here. The horrors of the tower seemed to fade from his mind, as he inhaled the warm heat.]

Floor Fifteen

[Brunwulf walked into the unknown room and looked around. There were tools and materials scattered around the working space. Was this some kind of workshop? What he missed most, was using the tanning rack back in Skyrim. He loved hunting deer, skinning them and then creating hide leather from the skins. Could he possibly do such a thing here? He had already hunted deer and other wild animals on Floor Thirty-Two. The outdoors floor.

He walked around and let his hand grace over what looked like a saw of some kind. None of the tools looked familiar to Brunwulf. At least, they looked different in design. Not as primitive as those found in Skyrim. He wanted to craft something. But, he wasn't sure what. He also wondered if anyone else was around and if the room was frequented much.]

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[warriorscribe]

*There was someone else here, in fact. Enoch's armor was absent, leaving him only in jeans and sandals as he gathered up pieces of cloth and thread and rummaged through boxes for a needle. When he heard Brunwulf moving around, he looked up and gave him a nod of acknowledgment.*

If you're looking for something particular, chances are I've come across it.

32 - hello roomie o/

[midgarhorizon]

[Reno is really tired of the pumpkin flavors in the cafeteria by now, so headed up to the forest to see what kinds of things he could gather today. After so many hours of spending with Shion gathering food during that month the cafeteria shut down, he knew the flora pretty well.

That, and he wants to see if his old still was still here, hidden away somewhere on this floor. He'd told Aleph he swore off alcohol, but that doesn't mean there weren't any other uses for making the stuff. Disinfectant was a big reason, especially after the quarantine. He swore he'd carry a bottle on him at all times now, never knew when someone is going to bomb the Tower again.

The floor seems pretty unchanged from the time he was last here, except for who occupies it. Isn't this guy in the same dorm as Reno? He looked like a man mountain.]

Didn't expect to see you down here.

[Hi Brunwulf, you might recognize him from the few nights he pops in to sleep in his bed before disappearing again for a few days at a time.]