The Chief goes to the North! Chapter 1 (Open)

Freedoms Glory an awe inspiring ship constructed during the great war by the Bloody Giant and sailed as the only Southern Water Tribe war ship to go toe to toe and survive the entire war still sailing. Malgoth still preferred her over the newer ships in the fleet. So as it prepared to sail to the Earth kingdom The denizens of the Southern Water tribe would be without their chief for a short period as he left on a journey to their brother in the far North. The Northern Water tribe was where he was eventually headed but he was also providing passage for those of his tribe who were leaving the tribe for abroad. So as Malgoth left his hut he may have been a sight that not many had seen in the years since the war. Malgoth always brought two things on him when he left the tribes borders. His armor and his Weapons. His armor on his body still fit like it did in the old days thanks to his daily training, his weapons still fit in their slots on his back. He had a large blue seal skin sack thrown over his right shoulder. He rubbed the heads of the small children in the tribe ruffling their hair and smiling as normal. He had a singular pink bow barided into his beard for one special little girl whom he watched every day for her aunt who had lost both parents in the war and its after effects. Her father having died as part of Malgoths crew and her mother stricken with grief took her own life in the cold waters. He kissed her forehead and told the crying little girl that he would be back soon and not to worry.

"uncle mawwy you pwomise to come home soon?"

The large chief would nod dropping his back and picking her up and hugging her. He was definitely a softy for her, hell he had considered adopting her himself but he had too much of a bloody past to consider himself a worthy parent, to himself he was nothing more but a monster but he wouldn't dare tell anyone that.

"I promise little one, Your uncle mally will be back in no time."

He would pick his bag back up after setting her down and sling it over his shoulder again careful not to have it cut itself on the large axe hanging from its sheath on his back. He would walk up the rough ice ramp onto the ship and pat an old sailor on the back handing his bag to the one waiting the take it. But who would be joining the chief on his journey to the north he had announced to everyone that it was an open ride. However no one had showed up yet, he would give them another hour before he left. He walked over to the railing of the ship and looked out over the water smiling. It was a good day for sailing and a better one to start a new chapter in his life and this tribes history.