Ȓᾄʛᾗᾄ ϐłὗἔ Ҭὄὄҭђ

I am the daughter of Legion & Mia BlueTooth. I do not have an FC, & I am not seeking one. If you believe you have interest in me, you will speak with my father, Legion BlueTooth. His name is in my picks — find it yourself. I do not guide, hand-hold, or pave an easy road for anyone. I am Free. Act like you understand that. I am not a soft, sheltered Free Woman. I am trained in spear, bow, & sword, & every part of my story has been earned in roleplay, not imagined. This does not make me GE; I am strictly By the Book, but my path is carved in a harsher way. If Tarl Cabot could do it, so can I — & likely better.

If you require more information, go to my picks.
I don’t repeat myself. I do not wear a veil. I am a Northern Free Woman, & I stand unhidden. My skills lie in the healing arts, but do not mistake that for gentleness — I hunt, I survive, & I have no fear of bubbling the enemy when they cross a line. The dagger at my back is from [A.W.] Weapons. It is not ornamental. It cuts cleanly. Test me & you will learn how well.
I do not wear dresses unless family protocol demands it. What I wear daily is what is practical, what is mine, & what fits my life. My long loincloth covers what is required — no more, no less. My Uncle Stjorn taught me: “If it covers mostly, it’s good enough.” If that unsettles you, that is your weakness to wrestle with, not mine.

I do not hide. I do not run.
I am always prepared for the fight you think you want.
Bring it — you will discover very quickly that I am not the prey.

✦ Ragna’s Updated Story — With the Canon Ruby-Light Crossing ✦

When Ragna reached her hundred-&-fiftieth Gorean year, she found among her belongings a golden arm-ring of strange craft, set with a ruby that gleamed like captured fire. The first time she clasped it upon her arm, the ruby did more than shine — it flared, casting a sudden, unnatural light that swallowed the world around her. When the brilliance faded, the mists of time had parted — & she awoke in 10th-century Scandinavia.

There she met the Viking warrior who became her husband & sire of her daughters, Snorri & Frekka. Frekka’s life waned too soon, & grief forged Ragna into a Shield-Maiden. For a decade she fought beside her husband through raids & wars in Wessex.

When he fell in battle, sorrow struck her once more. Knowing young Snorri could not survive the perilous crossing to Gor, she left the child in the care of her husband’s kin.

Ascending the mountain heights with sword & relic, she set the golden arm-ring back upon her arm. Again the ruby came alive — a pulse of crimson light swelling outward, bright enough to blind. The ground vanished beneath her, the wind died, & the world dissolved into ruby fire…
…& beneath the three moons of Gor, Ragna returned Home.