Okay, this is kinda long because I got carried away, sorry :p
Gortland Prison is a maximum security facility. Only the toughest criminals, convicted of the most heinous crimes, are sent there. A prison like that requires a tough, stern warden who rules with an iron fist. Those are in short supply.
Warden Bjartlor Vahlburg was a short, stocky man, probably around his mid thirties. He rarely spoke, instead he preferred to watch and listen. He was something of a legend on Gortland Island, and it is said the only person he had prolonged conversations with was his cat, though he refused to admit it. Vahlburg was often seen sporting a beard of great quality, much to the envy of the men of Gortland. His lavish facial hair was no doubt the product of extensive Scandinavian heritage, Vahlburg could trace his ancestry directly back to Harald Hardrada, the great Viking king of Norway.
Warden Vahlburg may also be seen as a little on the round side, and perhaps not the sharpest knife in the drawer, but the last fool who mentioned that had his head violently smashed through a toilet cubicle door. No one messes with Bjartlor Vahlburg.
Warden Vahlburg also had many occupations during his life, some of them more questionable than others. His past is something of a mystery to the people, he did not speak of it much and most were afraid to ask. Vahlburg was somewhat arcane, he kept his inner self well hidden from prying eyes. All they knew was that at some point he was a bar tender, security guard, carpenter and computer repair man, among other things. However, he had been a prison warden longer than anything else. Bjartlor Vahlburg was good at his job.
Bjartlor Vahlburg was the fifth warden to arrive at Gortland Prison in two years. The previous four had mysteriously disappeared, without a trace. He ruled the prison with an iron fist, no - a steel fist. The inmates did not dare to even stick a toenail out of line.
However, at first glance there was nothing overly special about Bjartlor Vahlburg. Sure, he was secretive and incredibly strong, but he did not possess any powers, surely? Well, he did in fact. You see, there was one thing that set Bjartlor Vahlburg apart from the general human race.
His liver
was made
of fucking titanium
I kid you not, Warden Vahlburg could drink friend and foe alike under the table. His incredible mastery of drink drew whispers of ungodly things such as a second liver, or even that he is not human at all. The more superstitious men even raised their hand to their forehead, in a gesture to ward off evil. The people murmured as he downed drink after drink, "Surely no man could possibly take that?", "Oh, just you wait, tomorrow he'll be out like a light bulb." and "I'll bet ya ten drachmas it's the viking in 'im. They drank like pigs didn't they?". But day after day, night after night, Vahlburg feels no pain. He wakes in the morning for his duties as warden, and then he drinks the night away. Some say he is blessed by the gods themselves, as he does not feel a thing in the morning. Not a headache, not even a hint of nausea.
Thank you very much Hemmingjay, for providing this opportunity! Your generosity is much appreciated.
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