Big cities were good; an abundance of people usually meant someone wanted someone else run through and was willing to pay for it. And even if she couldn’t find work, there were always bars to hit up and get fucked up, fucked, or just fucked with. It took a good deal of alcohol for most people to pick a fight with the Ljonskar, but there were always those whose inability to hold their liquor was proportional to how overconfident they got in their cups. She lived for moments where she could let loose a little bit, and good brew was one way to do so.
The woman likely stood out even in a port this large. Over seven feet tall, her weight was enough to intimidate but on her frame it lent her a muscled look that didn’t go over into body builder turf. Beyond that was her dress. Leather armor on her torso that fit her snugly to allow for maximum range of motion, with polished metal studs for added protection. She had a similarly studded skirt to protect her legs, with bright yellow greaves and vambraces that shone like bronze but were far stronger. Sturdy sandals covered her feet, tied tight to stay in place. Most striking was the solid white tiger skin draped across her shoulders, the head covering her own as a hood to block the snow that was settling over the dusky city from interfering with her sight.
Even if all of her size and costume did not attract attention, the sheer amount of weapons bristling on her form would. Each item was lovingly crafted by herself, and looked to be a master class object. A short handled spear with a broad blade on it sat easily on her left hip, while on her right was a recurved sword with a lion’s head grip and just behind it a gorgeous hand axe with gilded edges and decorations. Across her back was an absolutely massive battle axe with a miniature head on the butt of the weapon, crossing over a snake-bust staff with beautiful green gems. Sitting just atop that was another staff, with a wicked curved head and another green gem held within. And her vambraces, on closer look, could be dropped with a motion to get her lion-shaped cestus with which to assault someone.
People gave the woman a wide berth as she headed for the closest bar. Even the normal fleecers and sneaks chose wisely to avoid her, realizing some targets were not worth the risk. As she came to the door, she heard the loud slurred singing from within letting her know this was an establishment of proper carousing. So she opened it up and stepped in, a few people stuttering as they caught sight of her large form heading to the bar and beginning to order.
The woman likely stood out even in a port this large. Over seven feet tall, her weight was enough to intimidate but on her frame it lent her a muscled look that didn’t go over into body builder turf. Beyond that was her dress. Leather armor on her torso that fit her snugly to allow for maximum range of motion, with polished metal studs for added protection. She had a similarly studded skirt to protect her legs, with bright yellow greaves and vambraces that shone like bronze but were far stronger. Sturdy sandals covered her feet, tied tight to stay in place. Most striking was the solid white tiger skin draped across her shoulders, the head covering her own as a hood to block the snow that was settling over the dusky city from interfering with her sight.
Even if all of her size and costume did not attract attention, the sheer amount of weapons bristling on her form would. Each item was lovingly crafted by herself, and looked to be a master class object. A short handled spear with a broad blade on it sat easily on her left hip, while on her right was a recurved sword with a lion’s head grip and just behind it a gorgeous hand axe with gilded edges and decorations. Across her back was an absolutely massive battle axe with a miniature head on the butt of the weapon, crossing over a snake-bust staff with beautiful green gems. Sitting just atop that was another staff, with a wicked curved head and another green gem held within. And her vambraces, on closer look, could be dropped with a motion to get her lion-shaped cestus with which to assault someone.
People gave the woman a wide berth as she headed for the closest bar. Even the normal fleecers and sneaks chose wisely to avoid her, realizing some targets were not worth the risk. As she came to the door, she heard the loud slurred singing from within letting her know this was an establishment of proper carousing. So she opened it up and stepped in, a few people stuttering as they caught sight of her large form heading to the bar and beginning to order.
