i. bonfire [Ragnar may not have actually known anyone at the party, but that didn't stop him from his old habit of nursing a drink all night and people watching. For a Viking, he was a rather quiet partier, preferring one on one side conversations to loud boisterous shenanigans like most of his countrymen.
Aside from getting up to get some food and the constant, steady trips to refill his drinking horn, he spent most of the night sitting contently by the bonfire. He'll happily engage in conversation with anyone sitting nearby if they initiate, otherwise, he'll mostly keep to himself and tend to the fire now and again. As the night wears on, he'll become noticeably more tactile, ignoring personal space and doing a lot of leaning and arm draping.]
ii. sacrifiiiiice [Ragnar attentively watched the ritual sacrifice, repeating the words that were uttered in Old Norse before the animal was offered to the gods. Reverently, he approached one of the bowls of blood, saying a few words of his own to Odin, asking for guidance in this strange new place he'd found himself. He then dipped two fingers into the slowly cooling blood and raised them to his face, drawing two lines down from his forehead to his chin and down his neck.
If he notices anyone hesitating, he'll dip his fingers back into the blood and approach them.] Come. Give thanks to the gods. I can-[He reached out slightly with his blood coated fingers.]- if you'd like.
iii. wildcard! [Any way you want it. That's the way you need it.
Ragnar Lothbrok | ota
[Ragnar may not have actually known anyone at the party, but that didn't stop him from his old habit of nursing a drink all night and people watching. For a Viking, he was a rather quiet partier, preferring one on one side conversations to loud boisterous shenanigans like most of his countrymen.
Aside from getting up to get some food and the constant, steady trips to refill his drinking horn, he spent most of the night sitting contently by the bonfire. He'll happily engage in conversation with anyone sitting nearby if they initiate, otherwise, he'll mostly keep to himself and tend to the fire now and again. As the night wears on, he'll become noticeably more tactile, ignoring personal space and doing a lot of leaning and arm draping.]
ii. sacrifiiiiice
[Ragnar attentively watched the ritual sacrifice, repeating the words that were uttered in Old Norse before the animal was offered to the gods. Reverently, he approached one of the bowls of blood, saying a few words of his own to Odin, asking for guidance in this strange new place he'd found himself. He then dipped two fingers into the slowly cooling blood and raised them to his face, drawing two lines down from his forehead to his chin and down his neck.
If he notices anyone hesitating, he'll dip his fingers back into the blood and approach them.] Come. Give thanks to the gods. I can-[He reached out slightly with his blood coated fingers.]- if you'd like.
iii. wildcard!
[Any way you want it. That's the way you need it.
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