(Hoping that after people see this, they'll join.) Pain is a way of life. It is what defines us, strengthens us in body, mind, and soul. It is what makes us human, and every person has their own pains, and some people have the same pain. Pain creates us as who we are, creates our relationships and our lives. We cannot live without it. Pain is not, ultimately, something bad. It is what makes us human. It is a way of life. (Original quote. ) Few things are as cold as frost upon metal. And yet the massive man didn't so much as tremble as he onlooked a vast field of liquid metal splashing upon the knives of giants. The harsh winter could make anything look like steel. It was a simple, quiet life while one did not raid the Angols or those to the south, across the sea. Dark green eyes peered over the ocean as the silver flecks fell upon him. Ædrien held his cold mask in one hand, stroking his large beard with his other. So many scars upon his face. He was not exactly a handsome man, merely rugged in his appearance. Unlike plenty others, he carried about a sense of honor that included a humbled mind. He placed his mask back upon his head, tightening the leather straps, and, with hands hanging from his leather vest, walked home.....
Bjorn was out with a few other soldiers, for reasons he had paid little attention to, something about looking for resources, when they were ambushed. Once again, he was the only one to survive the resulting skirmish. He had beheaded every enemy combatant. He sat in the freezing cold, back against a tree, taking time to sharpen his blades before returning home to deliver the news.
