Pride, Strength, Ambition and The Future [Open]

[Brandt Solveig]

(OOC: In the near future I may be starting up a faction. Those interested could post here.

The mass that was Brandt could be seen sitting upon the ground, his eyes forcused upon the work that his hands were commiting. A whetstone grasped tighttly between the giant's palm as he dragged it repeated down the blade, lifting it back toward the top before doing so again and again.

While the giant was tending to the care of his gift, that was not the only thing he was doing. The nord found himself lost in thought. Since starting his training with Takehiro, he often found himself contemplating his future. Brandt knew that he wanted to become strong and he was well on his way. But was that really enough?

I have already come a long way since I arrived. I have much to thank Takehiro for.. His kindness knows no bounds. But where will all this training lead me? Wise Æster.. What am I to truly do?

Those pale green hues would lift from his task at hand, eventually rising toward the setting sun as he overlooked the village center. The northlander's hands continued to slave on as he enjoyed the view. However he would become lost in both sight and thought once again.

I have not turned my back on the gods, even though I have left the homeland.. Allfather knows this. But I have grown to care for these lands and their people as well.. The Demon of Totomi had put much trust in me and my abilities to dedicate such time toward a foreigner he owed not a thing..

Brandt's thoughts would be interrupted by pain, as he smashed his fingers between the ground and the whetstone he was holding. Seething he would swear out as he shoot his fongers briefly, laying the sharpening tool down for the moment. Those eyes dropping to look over the work he had pit in thus far. The blade shined brightly in the fading sunlight casting the dying rays about. Almost as if it had never even been used.

I owe him much. That I will always remember it.. But I cannot allow myself to simply become subserviant and dependant upon him.. I must forge my own path, no matter the cost. But I cannot betray the man's faith either..

Letting out something of a disgruntled sigh, the nord would pull a flaggon from underneath the massive shield that rested at his side. Popping off the cover, Brandt would drink deeply of his mead. He had no particular plans this night, he would just see what the gods had in store for him.