Archive:Finn Babhdán: Difference between revisions

When Amleth was prepping to leave, although Finn didn't know him well, he asked to go anyway. He needed to leave, to go away and he didn't care where it took him. He offered whatever money he had, his random array of skills, anything that would convince Amleth to allow some weird little pumpkin kid get on his ship. He's still not sure how it worked out, but he got on board.

Now he builds the homes for his new people, stacks together temples for the gods that brought them there, feeds anyone who asks. He dives into the frigid waters and delves into the lava filled earth of Halfrland, he will breath through his innate panic when he can't see the sky and clumsily make metal obey him in a forge despite his claws in the way. He will make himself useful, too useful to lose. He will take care of any soul that comes to this land, friend or foe, and he will offer whatever kindness he can even as he's struck down by enemies he doesn't know. He's not a fighter but by damn will he try anyway, when he has to. He will not lose this place, he wont let it just fall apart around him and he wont let someone take it. And if he can, by some damn miracle, find a way to fly, he plans to see everything Alathra has to offer. And if not? He'll build a bloody boat and do it that way. And hopefully someone will join him, or at least welcome him back when he makes his way back home.