Ragnar had just finished his transaction with a rather attractive loan shark who seemed far too nice to be a loan shark. As Ragnar thought about this he knew that he most likely would need to do the best he could to pay that debt off as soon as possible because he had a feeling that if he didn't even if she did seem nice she could most likely rip his spine out of his body and Ragnar could not get over that fear.

As Ragnar left the city, again getting asked to render services to young ladies as he went by. Apparently, if the character as a Paladin of Zalambur didn't work out he could become a male prostitute. As Ragnar finally left the city, there were a pair of guards watching him leave and they seemed to be not interested in him other than the fact that Ragnar was massive.

Ragnar then said a word, a word that was becoming as easy to say as his own name as a thundercrack was heard as the world sundered under the weight of the beast that came out of it.

Out of the forest came a Juggernaut, which Ragnar quickly got into and started to ride away before the guards could do anything about it. A juggernaut is a beast that was as big and wide as a water buffalo while being far heavier. The horn on his head was a single one, forming a T shape on it, though on top of the flat of that T were large spikes, where it appeared skulls had been placed. It's appeared to be closer to a massive dog in shape and size, it's mouth appeared to be big enough to bite a man's head off with room to spare, its teeth looked like shortswords. From a distance color of the fur of the beast looked a dirty brass only as it got closer would people realize that it was not the color of the fur, it was armor. Sheets of Brass covered armor covered every inch of this beast and it didn't seem to slow it down at all in any way. The chains that were used to 'control' this beast was attached to a massive spiked collar around its neck. As it approached and slowly came to a stop, small gaps in the armor showed something possibly more terrible. This beast had no skin, it appeared to be made of machinery and parts mixed together with a living beast.

Ragnar had no issues getting back home, which he was very happy about as he attempted to avoid more issues with bandits right now as he simply did not have the patience and most likely would simply crush them into dust with all of his might rather than deal with them in a way that he could salvage their bodies for use in his rituals.

In a mere couple of hours, Ragnar could see in the distance his home and he smiled to himself as he knew that he was always safe within the north no matter what came for him.