For the first time in what feels like months, he enters past the gate of Whiterun. clad in the usual old tattered leather trousers, and heavy boots. His shirt was gone though, chest-scarring openly visible, and the significant wounds around his prosthetic arm.

Instead of a shirt, he's wearing the pelt... Of a motherfucking /werewolf/, with several similar pelts tucked under his arms in bundles. His free hand carries his axe, and under that bushy beard of his he's wearing a big ol' fucking grin. "Ye miss me, y'shits?"

Offers a bottle of proper HONINGBREW mead

((I'm having too much fun writing these.

"Dunnae 'spect me not ta' call ye out on tha' bluff."

"Ah'm good. T'is one's fer Skyrim." Belt noises.

"Ah'm sure yeh've done somethin' in tha' las' few millennia wort' avengin'."

"....Bad 'nuff."

((I was going to be active on this account- then I binged star wars

((I know I haven't been active on here in awhile aside from the occasional shitposting or smut, but I want y'all to know you're still my peeps. When the new Elder Scrolls comes around I'm gonna try and revamp Rodrik. For now, y'all interested if I make an acc for my DnD char?

"Why wunnae ye let me die."

((I'm making an account. Do any of y'all like Warhammer 40k

((Hey so guess who might come back to the verse. I been thinkin about making a Dragon OC I dunno if those are still cool to do tho

((Don't get me wrong, I'll always love Rodrik. But especially the last year/half, he very much became more of a meme/smutty than I ever really intended. I never got to do the really /serious/ stuff with him, y'know? At least not enough. I kinda want a fresh slate.

((But yeah, I miss y'all, and wanna do stuff in this verse again. So expect that soon.