Hoping its not dead, but likewise I'm cool with a hiatus if Randall needs more time.
If for one would prefer to continue - as my first pbp its got a special place for me :)
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God Yule to one and all gang. Looking forward to our continued adventures in 2013 :) Skal!
Skane looks momentarily skyward wearing a grim smile as Bjorn's roaring laughter booms throughout the chamber. The Vikingr then moves forward in fighting stance, tapping his axe upon his shield's rim in a rhythmic "clang" with each step; "Komdu dauða." Clang! "Sýn þig Þessi sonur Norður ..." Clang! "Látum kalt stál minn smekk kalt hold þitt!" Clang! The Cold Tongue: Come death. Show yourself to this Son of the North... Let my cold steel taste your cold flesh!
: Skane stares out at the forboding gloom with a grim set to his jaw, one that becomes grimmer as he hears Bjorn's commentary whilst lowering Thistledown; "Shhh. Þú prattle eins gamallar konu bróður! Að auki ég hélt að Björn aðeins skríður í holur þegar þeir taka vetur svefni sínum. Nú uss áður en ég segist bæði pelts til að hita lengi hús mitt í næsta lífi!" Skald:
Shhh. You prattle like an old woman brother! Besides I thought the Bear only crawls into holes when they take their winter sleep. Now hush before I claim both your pelts to warm my long house in the next life! Skane steps forward allowing space for the remainder to descend; "Stay by minn shield..."
Rl throws us all kinds of curveballs and Drayen can testify that the doors ain't always closed :) Guess it would be Randall's call, but regardless thanks for letting us know - hope all's well and welcommen bakk to the boards :)
Bearing his shield as both beacon and bulwark, Skane trudges cautiously forward; :
The Vikingr discards the southerner shield with disdain. He trudges toward where the others have gathered at the panel opening, commenting in a hushed, gravelly voice; "A food cache? A den for more draugr? Perhaps a torch will shed light nei?" The hard bitten Northman readies his shield and ax, lest their investigations stir something...
Skane walks over to the small wooden shield, testing its weight and density against his own trusty bulwark.
Skane stretches out his aching and battered limbs as he gestures for Wesh to continue; "Fleiri lækna er þörf vinur prestur" he mutters in a rasping, pained voice... Skald: Fleiri lækna er þörf vinur prestur = More healing needed good priest
Skane's laboured breathing regulates, but he remains still...
Skane's eyes flicker as the Valkyrie spare him once again; "Urrhhh. Brodir...get... off... me... the jotunn's prison did little to make you lighter..."
Despite Wesh's healing aura the scarred Northman continues to lie still...
: ... his breathing ragged as his ancestors call to him...
Skane succumbs to the flailing attacks of the dead... :
Round 2
Skane spits a glob of blood at the walking dead before him and winces as his cracked ribs shift; "Tími til deyja aftur þú kuldi lausaleiksbarn!" Skald:
Time to die again you cold basterds! Ignoring the pain the Northman brutally chops at a zombie ; :
Skane looks somewhat surprised at Bjorn's transformation, but then sets his jaw for the blod-work to come. The vikingr raises his shield against the oncoming corpses-that-walk, moving swiftly forward to engage a foe;
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Skane trudges after Bjorn; "What do your senses tell us brodir?"
Look no further Brodir... I will run the Great She Bear once again if needbe :)
Skane grimaces at the stench; "Feh. One nei so lucky as you Great Bear..."
Skane takes a hard look at those around him; "Seems there have been many laglegur glingur lost o' late..." Harsh Words of Skald:
laglegur glingur = pretty trinkets... ouch The vikingr spits in frustration, eying The Great Bear as he does so; "We should find your vopn Bjorn... A true Vikingr needs naught but his vopn and skjöldur bróðir... Remember that!" Skald: vopn (arms) & skjöldur bróðir (shield brothers)
Skane mulls the situation, still eying his brodir in arms, returned; "Iss this the same hringur við took frá the viðurværi?"
At Krill's question, he shrugs his fur covered shoulders; "I no not little one. This Holmstead may been gud place to lick our wounds und become one again... nei?"
As opposed to a happy reunion I plan to play Skane's attitude as one that's pretty hard nosed... Bjorn felled by an Ogre... Rianna lost... not to mention him picking love and the soft hearth of marriage over a reavr's life and hard steel... :)
Skane looks at his fellow Northman with a mixture of pity and confusion; "Tröll dropateljari der Stóribjörn? Það geta ekki vera. Við slátrari der skepna auðveldlega. Ást sljór þinn skilningarvit bróðir!" Skald:
Ogre dropped the Great Bear? It cannot be... We butchered the brute easily... Love dulled your senses brother! As Bjorn's tale sinks in his stance mellows, but Betony's words have resonance to the hard-bitten Vikingr. He gestures Hack over, walking to him and whispering to warrior; "We gutted the brute - check its stomach for any signs..."
Skane looks as confused as his shield brodir before him; "Bjorn? Where ist Rianna? Why are you here..." The vikingr steps back, but his sheild and axe remain ready...
Skane leans over to the wild man who pins Wesh, gruffly whispering at the giant with a cold look in his eyes; "Heed the Prestur's kind words... Minn vilja vera stál beittur vera í af Björn's húð" Skald!: Minn vilja vera stál beittur vera í af björn húð = Mine will be steel edged wearer of Bjorn's skin
The words of the thirsty men are drowned by the booming voice of Skane; "Grimmur efstu svalir guð almáttugur! Ye ásækja mig með a Vardøger af minn bróðir Bjorn!" Speakers O' Skald:
Cruel gods! Ye haunt me with a doppleganger of my brother Bjorn! The armoured Vikingr steps forward both angered and confused...
Skane smiles grimly; "Careful Prestur... der wild maður might eat you... Har!"
Skane spits in distaste at the sight of men shackled and without swords in their hands; "Fátækur djöfull. fæða fyrir the vanskapningur" he mutters in thick Skald. The Vikingr drops his guard a little and enters the room, gesturing Krill to follow Northen Tunga: Poor devils. Food for the monster."
Skane nods, waiting for Wesh to shed some light on the situation "Calm yerself liten one... Hack means you nei harm..." Skane moves to the other side of the darkened doorframe, axe and shield readied.
"Því miður þessi fordæmdur sits á Valenhall's hetja borð bróðir. Hann died a stríðsmaður dauði!" Skald: Alas that damned elf sits at Valenhall's heroes table brother... He died a warriors death!
Skane stands over the dead ogre, armoured boot propping the severed head up; "What a skul-cup this would make nei?" He nods towards the chest; "Krill... if ye would..."
Seeing a foe worthy of the Sagas Skane charges forward, almost bowling over Krill as he thunders forward; "Kveðja jotunn! Láta mig kynna þú til Norður- stál!" Northen Tunga:
Skald: Greetings giant! Let me introduce you to Northen steel!
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Wait... so the Great Bear O' The North may return??? Mighty if it happens...
Randall even if we've to recruit a few new bods (personally don't think it'll come to that) - Bethony is on a trip, but myself, Wesh & Hack are here still. Know Drayen is back able to play - perhaps hit him up and see if the Great Bear wants to return?
Colour me still interested Randall... my first pbp and has a special place in me heart :)
Skane steps to the heavy door and matches Wesh's nod with a grim smile; "Should we knock or just let ourselves in?"
Skane stalks forward; shield readied and axe raised as he reaches the door; "Krill koma hér... Door needs checked..."
The Northman tips his helmed head towards the West, then whispers to the others in accented Common; "Núll comes that way without noise eh? I say Austur und the single dyr..."
The big Northman nods at the little gnomeknight's wisdom and wearing a grim smile he readies his battered shield once more and moves Westward.
Cool. Look forward to it DMRandall
Agree - think everyone's been busy of late, lot of other games (my own included) have slowed somewhat. Give it time Wesh, we've hopefully many tales to tell with these guys yet :) On a game direction note - could be that Randall is holding the bandits for later in levels? We should head back to town and see what our benefactors make of our efforts?? Would also give us a timely opportunity to do a head count (and if necessary) recruit new blood or revitalise old...
Skane looks up, feeling his battered bones creak; "Ja. I still feel... verra fyrir slit... "worse for wear"..."
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