Alred pounded the burning metal, manipulating it, shaping it. The heat of the forge was overwhelming and it always smelled of smoke since the arrival of their new allies. His arms ached from the constant force, but it was what gave him this toned musculature and (For a southerner) broad shoulders and built arms, lined with fresh taut muscle. Sweat trickled down his chest as he slid the blade into a tub of water, steam watering his eyes as the cooling metal hissed. it's red glow fading beneath the wave of bubbles, while the steam reminded him of the mist from those three years ago. But he had no time for this now, to reflect on the past and wish it never came to this, he needed to finish the job.

After a satisfactory inspection, he set the blade down. He would sharpen it later. Only to then give the sword its final touch, be it intricate carvings significant to its future owner or embellishing it with gems or leather on the handle all depending on his "brides" taste and the rather pushy requests of their new allies. Those details, Alred paid little attention for the first time in his life. Even the sword he created was formed more out of necessity, a slab of hardened steel, that shouldn't be wielded by a human. Yet she was human, others like her were as well. Supposedly.

They believe in many things these invaders, the sword would represent their strength, leadership, prosperity, and loyalty.

He smirked as he wiped the sweat from his forehead. So many concepts that he didn't see in them, three winters ago they came, those like her...

Those three winters ago, not much has changed. Libocht was a dangerous land for man or beast. Wars ravaged the land, and tribes clashed. Torture, rape, and truly atrocious deaths were common. Now the law was over the land. And when Cedrian Empire has left, these northern warriors invaded to find new lands to rule over.

Folk of Libocht called them "Northeners" because they chose North of Libocht to be the beginning of their invasion and a landing point for those men and women. (No one really bothered to learn where they came from.) Villages and cities, much bigger than those of native folk. Sturdier than most structures even though they didn't use stone like people of Libocht for their homes and defenses. But as they ravaged the land further, claiming more and more when push came to shove, kingdoms of Libocht answered. Among them, his father, brothers all losing to the northern hand that tightened around the Libocht's people's throat. Had it not been for great sacrifices over the two rivers in Argorn and Melok, he would probably join them in some mass grave.

But in turn here he was Alred the youngest son of six, his father a king of a wide stretch of land in Western Libocht. Now deceased just like all of his brothers, leaving the duties of a lord, to the last surviving son and rightful heir to the West. Forging a blade as a sign of peace between the northerners and natives for the first time in these three years.

The idea wasn't his, having little time to be informed of how a king should behave, Alred spent his years honing the skills of a goldsmith and blacksmith as his brothers trained the art of warfare and duties only a king should address, it was his mother, a widow that saw it was the only option for the West to survive, to form an alliance with an arriving northern clan through political marriage. The alliance itself was formed, but the wedding...Clash of cultures is difficult, and the bride herself was supposedly still sailing the great seas, slaying and living up to the songs of her people about great heroines in their tales. A woman of age, one perhaps even twice his age, and thrice the strength. There were even rumors about her, that she slaughtered a pack of wolves barehanded or that she was actually the one that beheaded Zaphiel during the battle for Emerald Fields, to Alred this wasn't a woman, but yet another monster that took his loved ones, friends, home and now even his freedom. All in the promise of "Peace" he felt the northlanders wouldn't even respect.

The sword was a symbol of peace, and a plea of help, for he had his own reasons to not begin the wedding, other northerners were still in the west pillaging and tormenting the people of this land. He needed someone to get rid of them, he needed someone to help him bring peace, if people of West could not, then perhaps the northerners could show him, they're more than savage monsters, that they too can fight for so many things this sword was meant to represent. That she no matter how different she is, could fight for leadership, prosperity, and loyalty. That she could earn them from the people of Western Libocht. That she could earn them from him.

He truly wants to believe that. Even if his blood boils at the mere thought he would let a northerner into his life.

Thanks for reading! Those that know a bit of history should realize I literally did a fantasy reimagination of Anglo-Saxon struggles with the Vikings from Norway. That's the similar vibe I'm going for here! Though where these kinds of tales usually lead to a burly male Viking, taking a maiden as his wife (against his will too probably.), I'd prefer to do the opposite of that.

I want to play out an RP where, aside from the obvious low-fantasy vibe, I'd like you to play as that burly, giant of a woman. Now, the prompt said she could be far older than him, be that "Old Wolf" and Valkyrie esque, but if you'd rather make her some young lass, that's just naturally bigger you're free to do so. I would like to explore a romantic relationship between them, with the two dealing with the problems plaguing the Western regions they're supposed to reign over while steadily growing closer to one another. Just as much as I want them to have these quarrels, first as accomplices, later on as lovers, disagreements and this mix of cultures and their opposite personalities. Should we go with the idea that's unusually soft and kind-hearted? Or perhaps she is after years of bloodshed and their partner whilst loyal and devoted is the polar opposite? An Altruist and a harsh realist. Or any other idea we come up with.

As for the races, it also doesn't have to be the usual Vikings, if we want we could draw inspiration of something else, fantasy roman-esque invaders? More traditional, exotic Persian or Mongolian attackers? I'd even say I really enjoy more tribal and exotic appearances so even Aztec/Mayan cultures are a possibility. Or why not go with idea of some Celtic or Scottish vibes? All might not be 100% accurate of course I'm not truly well versed in history so if I'm butchering some sensitive and delicate details in name of sexy, lewd stereotypes of say, Red Haired, Freckled Celtic lass and such, understand that I'm more than happy to adjust it, or go even further c:<

Now I'm not saying it has to be a slow-burn either, I'm more than happy to jump into the action of sex, or even have more surprises, so if you'd rather want to play her as a submissive in bed it also works. I'm normally a switch but I'll happily play either the sub or dom in this scenario, what I do need from you is the interest in worldbuilding and perhaps letting us brainstorm more of this RP. Do we want the Northerners to be a fantasy race? Perhaps with some power to shapeshift like some lycanthropy? Or perhaps there's magic present in the world? Etc.

Kinks: Amazonian women, either them being dominated or them dominating their partner; breeding; anal, and feet, face sitting, switch relationships, romance, cuddling, playful wrestling, sweat, pubic hair (armpit/crotch), monstrous characters, musk, giantess, frotting, facesitting, grinding, hotdogging, piercings, tattoos, bodypaint, worship, scars, addictive cum (not hypnotizing kind, just more of a satisfying type usually just for futa characters.) , foreskin play, small dom big sub/big dom small sub, futanari, MILF's, very curvy/well-endowed characters, mommy/big sis personality, gentle giant, doting character paired up with someone sickly, ugly duckling trope, chubby but strong/big women/futas, fat cocks, big testicles, huge breasts, thick thighs, dark skinned/tanned characters, Foodplay (Kinda related to chubby characters and more extreme fetishes) -> (More extreme kinks from vore and toilet play are fine too but have to be discussed, and also aren't a must/needed to those against them. I'm into some of them and I'm indifferent to others.)

Not really kinks but writing preferences: Third person, multi-paragraph responses from both sides. (4-6 paragraphs minimum or more.), mutual worldbuilding.

Limits: Abuse, Underage, Cheating, Cuckold, ntr.

Since I already mentioned some extreme kinks, I might just make a list of all the gross, nasty shit I am open to playing/including but I don't see fitting into our RP unless both parties enjoy that kink and want to explore it in this or another pairing. If I didn't mention something you're into though and you also consider it extreme/very niche, feel free to bring it up. Hell you might just might make me enjoy another fetish that way, it's how the list below and above even formed up lmao. Well, you've been warned, here goes.

Extreme Kinks: Weight gain, vore/soft vore (all kinds) (playing prey), toilet play, Yandere, multiple breasts, female/futa brutification, smegma, primal themes, slob futa/female characters, gas/farting, belching, transformation, growth, lipples, stinky feet,

Anyways take care and thanks for reading.

(Still looking for partners for Fledgling Healer&Warrior Woman RP, witcher, lioness etc.)

(I'm also interested in my Fledgling healer paired up with warrior woman in a grimdark theme RP so attaching this shameless plug here. ;y)