#interactions. Alrik Hart

[rykardthebarbarian]

"I hit things," The Barbarian responded, amusement coloring his features, "Until they break." The sword that Rykard wielded was crude and rough, chips and divots along the blade and the hilt was wrapped in bloody, dirty bandages. The colossal greatsword was a far cry from the pristine, refined, castle-forged steel that the nobles treated more as a posh accessory to their finest raiments. It was a crude slab of steel, meant more for bludgeoning attacks and pulverizing bone under its immense weight. There were splatters of long dried blood and decaying viscera settling into the serrations that had formed along the blade. If someone managed to survive the initial onslaught of Rykard's attacks, the infection that festered in their wounds would surely finish them off.

Years of solitude wore on the man, it had been years since he was around so many non-hostile people at the same time. His social skills were about as rusty as the weapon he carried. But with the magi encroaching on their position and darkspawn lurking about, Rykard was in no position to make any enemies here. And he was quickly realizing that forming bonds was much more difficult than cleaving them with his blade. "Do you make your living as a smith, or is it more like a hobby for you?" He inquired, observing how the witch studied the blade he was holding.

@rykardthebarbarian location: Nornwatch Keep notes: fixing things connect

Alrik's father had been a berserker and a blacksmith, he could recognize the former easily enough and had been expected to follow the forge before his life had been interrupted. While the witch had been formally out of the trade for a few years, there were parts of it that he found he missed. The simple life of a shop and the salt air - that was still appealing to him, but the reality was that creatures like him more often came upon violent ends. This wasn't a time for nostalgia, it was a time for people to use what skills they had available to them to help with whatever greater good could be distilled from this situation.

"What- did- you- do- to- her." Alrik held up the main's blade, chipped and battered before he brought it up to the light and remarked at the way the steel had bent. Apparently, things happened when you went berserk, his father had put that life behind him when Alrik was born but it took a lot of strength to do this kind of damage.