The Lion King
Coruscant Spaceport
Arrivals
"Great, mercyful Odiir, what have I gotten myself into?" a very large man said to himself upon disembarking the merchant vessel that had allowed him passage to the capital world of the Galactic Republic, gazing upon a seemingly endless sea of people littering the outside streets of Coruscant. A huge trunk accompanied the giant-of-a-man, larger than any human could ever carry, which he kept a firm grip of. He was dressed in some kind of thick fur, intermixed with plates of outlandish armour. Beneath his hood one could make out blonde hair, long and unkempt, along with a thick beard of similar shade and colour. On his person was a large sword, far too heavy for a vibroblade. Compare any part of this man's body and it would dwarf that of any human, of which there were lots of on this metropolitan planet, for as he towered above most of them he also outdid them all in width and sheer mass. Indeed, this was no common human, but one of the first ever Valkyri to set foot on Republic soil. Few could say they had ever laid eyes upon one such as him, or even ever heard of his people, yet here he was to represent his kin.
As the man made his way out onto the busy streets, he was greeted with a view unlike any other he'd ever seen on Midvinter; instead of vast mountain ranges, there were buildings, and not a single speck of white snow atop them. Did the humans live inside of these "mountains", or were they for decoration only? Too many questions littered his mind as he journeyed down the street, struggling to take it all in. He'd never left Midvinter prior to this, just like most of his kind. A huge throng of people had gathered around a nearby marketplace, catching the eye and nose alike of the huge man, who had had little to eat since taking his leave of Midvinter. Like all Valkyri, he was a man of great appetite, and so he could feel his belly rumbling at the notion of food, even if it was mere human food. What he wouldn't give for a large piece of meat from a newly killed Vhaanir. Perhaps he was just feeling a bit homesick, though just thinking about his father left a bitter taste in his mouth, and to return so soon after his departure from Midvinter would not sit well in his own mind.
Walking up to one of the merchants, the man by the name of Athéirûn, son of High King Beorlund the Bold, simply assumed the same rules applied to this world as he reached for one of the - in comparison to himself - tiny pieces of meat and took a large bite out of it, much to the dismay and frustration of the merchant. With insults and curses in a tongue still foreign in the ears of the Valkyri, the man running the stand displayed a look of complete disbelief as the large man infront of him merely handed him a trinket made of stone. He soon got furious at the notion that this was indeed what Athéirûn had intended as payment and thus began a long rambling of arguments to spill forth at the Prince of Midvinter, who had only acted as he would at home. Trading goods for goods was deemed far more common than coin, as many were against his father's decision to modernise his people, including his son. This was part of the Old Ways of the Valkyri, and as such he could not bring himself to apologise to the man, as doing so would surely make Odiir and all the Great Gods look down upon him with disfavour.
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Arrivals
"Great, mercyful Odiir, what have I gotten myself into?" a very large man said to himself upon disembarking the merchant vessel that had allowed him passage to the capital world of the Galactic Republic, gazing upon a seemingly endless sea of people littering the outside streets of Coruscant. A huge trunk accompanied the giant-of-a-man, larger than any human could ever carry, which he kept a firm grip of. He was dressed in some kind of thick fur, intermixed with plates of outlandish armour. Beneath his hood one could make out blonde hair, long and unkempt, along with a thick beard of similar shade and colour. On his person was a large sword, far too heavy for a vibroblade. Compare any part of this man's body and it would dwarf that of any human, of which there were lots of on this metropolitan planet, for as he towered above most of them he also outdid them all in width and sheer mass. Indeed, this was no common human, but one of the first ever Valkyri to set foot on Republic soil. Few could say they had ever laid eyes upon one such as him, or even ever heard of his people, yet here he was to represent his kin.
As the man made his way out onto the busy streets, he was greeted with a view unlike any other he'd ever seen on Midvinter; instead of vast mountain ranges, there were buildings, and not a single speck of white snow atop them. Did the humans live inside of these "mountains", or were they for decoration only? Too many questions littered his mind as he journeyed down the street, struggling to take it all in. He'd never left Midvinter prior to this, just like most of his kind. A huge throng of people had gathered around a nearby marketplace, catching the eye and nose alike of the huge man, who had had little to eat since taking his leave of Midvinter. Like all Valkyri, he was a man of great appetite, and so he could feel his belly rumbling at the notion of food, even if it was mere human food. What he wouldn't give for a large piece of meat from a newly killed Vhaanir. Perhaps he was just feeling a bit homesick, though just thinking about his father left a bitter taste in his mouth, and to return so soon after his departure from Midvinter would not sit well in his own mind.
Walking up to one of the merchants, the man by the name of Athéirûn, son of High King Beorlund the Bold, simply assumed the same rules applied to this world as he reached for one of the - in comparison to himself - tiny pieces of meat and took a large bite out of it, much to the dismay and frustration of the merchant. With insults and curses in a tongue still foreign in the ears of the Valkyri, the man running the stand displayed a look of complete disbelief as the large man infront of him merely handed him a trinket made of stone. He soon got furious at the notion that this was indeed what Athéirûn had intended as payment and thus began a long rambling of arguments to spill forth at the Prince of Midvinter, who had only acted as he would at home. Trading goods for goods was deemed far more common than coin, as many were against his father's decision to modernise his people, including his son. This was part of the Old Ways of the Valkyri, and as such he could not bring himself to apologise to the man, as doing so would surely make Odiir and all the Great Gods look down upon him with disfavour.
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