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Beluga has a minion!

Njáll the Seabound Orphan

Beluga
Legacy Name: Beluga

The

Glacier Tutani
Owner:

Hound

Age: 7 years, 2 months, 4 weeks

Born: December 19th, 2018

Adopted: 5 years, 11 months, 1 day ago

Adopted: April 16th, 2020

Statistics

Level: 1
Strength: 10
Defense: 10
Speed: 10
Health: 10
HP: 10/10
Intelligence: 65
Books Read: 65
Food Eaten: 0
Job: Unemployed

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Story

Beluga x Narwhal

derived from the Russian word belyĭ meaning white.

In the most northern point of Finland, there was a small fishing village that had its own Jarl. Living so northern definitely wasn't for everyone. They had very little contact with the outside world or traders. A few longships stopped on their way to what is now Russia. The size of the town wasn't even alluring enough for the vikings to raid.
One summer, a ship stopped as they were travelling the arctic sea. The night had already fallen. A bonfire was held in the marketplace. The Jarl was sitting on his wooden chair, covered by reindeer pelt as a fisherman rushed to whisper about the arrival of a dozen men. The Jarl stood up as the men approached. "Welcome, friends. What can I do for you?" he shouted above the music. The people quited down and looked up at the strangers.

From behind her father, a beautiful young woman appeared. Her skin was white as snow, even her hair showed very little color. The people believed she was made from some sort of magic or that she was a witch and changed in a beluga by day and human by night. She appeared only when the sun was setting for her daily cold swim in the sea. What feeded the tales of the fishermen.
The chief of the band of raiders was mesmerized by her looks. It took him a moment to aim his attention to the Jarl. "We seek lodging and to replenish our rations". The warrior said with his deep voice.
The Jarl nodded and guided them to the ale. "Ofcourse. We are always happy to have new friendly folk". The chieftain nodded at the daughter before he followed her father.

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