...who's the biggest?
You know what I mean~

Thuro - "well actually, you see I-"
Tyra, Ilvan, Svelan, Ulvan, Fjord, their dad, the seer, the hippie from the mountain, the jarl, the neighbors, the deceased from beyond the grave - "Fjallid"
Thuro - sniffles, kicking a tree.

Pffffft~

Fjord what is your favorite thing to do in your free time :U

"I fight, I train, I teach how to fight. I also take care of my family."
He and his wife stand proudly in their doorway, she slightly taller than he. Her belly swollen with child, their first.

Oh wow, how did you and your wife meet? Why/When did you marry?

Hilda chuckles, "we met during the Tern (a festival of physical prowess like the Olympics) during the wrestling when we could not deem a winner."
Fjord - "she was the strongest shield maiden I've ever met."
"Was?!"
"IS the strongest. The gods have blessed me."

Tyra how excited are you and your brother before a raid?

Tyra bounces in place, her axe and shield sighing through the air. A hulking figure behind her silent and stoic places a hand on her shoulder, holding her in place.
Behind Fjallid, Fjord and Thuro quietly sharpened their swords, the rasp of the stone on metal chiming with the clamour around then from the others in the raiding party. In unison, "very"

(Meanwhile, back home)
The triplets are, as usual, fighting over nothing.

Well it seems like you all have some raiding to do. So may Thor guide your weapons true in battle. When you return the ale is on me

Thuro claps him on the shoulder, the heavy hand possibly causing a bit of bruising. "I'll hold you to that, my friend."

--waits until the brothers are gone-- so Trya how hard was it for an artist to convince you to do this pose?
https://www.furaffinity.net/view/18721386/

She snatches the painting from your hand, rolling it up so no one else could see. "That was very long ago and no man was meant to see this. Ever. I apparently have a young woman to .... Speak to the next time she comes to our hearth."


(In other words, she lost a bet, a painter from another land painted her as she saw fit, then nearly died when she saw. This was also all before her first fight.)

-he stands there as she rolls up the painting to hide it from the others eyes-- "Ahh I see. Many apologies for showing it to you, I wasn't aware of its private nature. May I ask another question?

Your ax, is it made by your own hands or was it made for you?

A devilish smirk as her thumb fidgits with the head of her axe. It was well made and obviously well loved.
"My sister-in-law is the best smith I've ever seen, she made it for me after my previous weapon broke. Smashed to pieces..."

Who has the nicest butt?

Everyone in town watches Tyra walk by, strutting like a badass, hops swinging, curves bouncing. She gets to the beach and strikes a sexy pose...

The old white raven, the seer for the town, stands beside her.
"Of the Tyrsblut family, Ulvan has the best features when viewed from behind. Outside of town, there is a young centaur who equals him."

(Tyra growls, walking towards the forge to take out some aggression.)

Tyra seem to get no respect.

Everyone moves out of her way as soon as they see her coming towards them.

Again, the seer answers: "actually, she is one of the most respected warriors in our tribe. Honor demands honesty."

Out of the three triplet siblings, who has the most general spunk about things?

Both Ulvan and Svelan look to their brother, pointing to ILvan. Before either of them could day his name, an echoing bellow ravaged their ears making them flatten against their heads
"ILVAN!!!"

Their sister-in-law, partially covered in blue paint, barreling toward the three who quickly bolted across the sand.

Pfft. Dang it Ilvan, why do you have to be so crazy?

The two younger of the triplets tripped the jester, Ilvan falling behind and falling prey to the raging bovine who dragged him by the ankle back to clean her house.

"He's a moron, that's why." Ulvan and Svelan look towards the doomed party, chuckling.