Aðalbjörn barrels into the zombie that 'thinks' it has the drop on Helle, slamming the rim of his shield into the creatures gurgling throat
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Woop woop! Well done Set! Congratulations! I, like the others, am still in. Congrats to your other half as well! Matt
Aðalbjörn moves slowly forward, shield and spear held but not readied. Keeping low.
Aðalbjörn curls his lip as the dwarf pushes past, but does not prevent it.
Torch and shield in hand Aðalbjörn marches forward to the fork and pauses, listening and sniffing the air...
he senses nothing and with a guttural growl heads down the... ( ) right hand tunnel.
Aðalbjörn is standing next to the grating when the grinding echoes through the caves
"I believe this gate is now locked open. We should press on"
Aðalbjörn stands beside the grating ready to put his weight into holding the opening if it is required. "Ready."
Aðalbjörn pulls the lever...
Growing impatient Aðalbjörn steps away from the gate and moves over to the levers placing his rough hand on the second lever he looks to the others "If nobody has any better ideas...?"
I'm still here. Just at a loss with the gameplay thread, not Aðalbjörn's area of expertise. No excuse though, shouldn't have left it this long.
"Aye, my lord. The men dropped the talisman just before they ran and...died." O∂orn procures the small token from within the folds of his cloak and holds it out before his Jarl. "If you wish, we will do further investigation into the talisman's origins and meaning." I think O∂ørn still has it, don't know what he did with it though...
Aðalbjörn advances immediately to the iron gate squinting his eyes he tries to look beyond
"We need to get this open, quickly. We are ripe for an ambush"
Aðalbjörn pauses in his advance, just almost long enough to allow Snorri to catch up "in together then."
Aðalbjörn kneels for a momment, withdrawing something from his pack. When he rises he is clasping a lit torch in his shield hand, spear held ready in the other. "Into the darkness then." Is his only comment as he moves slowly, cautiously, forward.
Aðalbjörn is caught flat footed by O∂ørn's advance but he is quick to catch up "Do not go rushing into the wolf den without me sea man. I would be forever shamed were I to let you fall." with a comeradly blow to the druids shoulder they climb together.
With a grunt Aðalbjörn begins to make his way down the slope he starts well carefully placing each foot, but his toe caught in a hidden root and his heel turned pitching him onto his chest as he rolled the rest of the way down the slope.
Boom! Grats GM, that's excellent work!
Stretching noisily Aðalbjörn lumbers over to the fire "Is this breakfast for all?"
"A waste of time indeed. Aðalbjörn asserts, possibly missing Ulf's point "Let us be on"
Adjusting his footing Aðalbjörn swings his shield at the last goblin, turning his arm at the last moment so the rim hits the goblin full in the mouth.
Aðalbjörn's spear licks out one more time as the Goblin before him fumbles with his weapon. With a bellow he thrusts his shield forward into the face of another Goblin
But his concentration is still on the goblin struggling to extricate itself from the end of his spear.
"As you wish it diminutive filth"
Aðalbjörn lashes out with his spear, over his shield from his position at the right hand side of the wall. But the little goblins in front of him are smaller than the foes he is used to and the stab slides wide.
Slowly dismounting Aðalbjörn turns to the goblins, drawing spear and shield. "What?! Just 4 of you? What is this?" Shield held loosely he steps up to the craven creatures
"more of these spirit wolves?" With a low grumble Aðalbjörn does little to hide his unease and preparation for a fight
"No plan we make will survive contact with our foes. This life has taught me if nothing else. And yet to engage without plans is folly. We should be ready to form our iron curtain at a moments notice, and equally ready to cast it aside." Aðalbjörn checks the pack on his horse for the hundredth time then mounts, ready to depart
" And so to the question we would all know. Why here?"
"Greetings once more." Aðalbjörn can barely conceal his distaste for the situation. "Can you give us any more information as to what we are doing on this journey. I do not like walking into the jaws of the world unprepared."
"By your Will Jarl" Aðalbjörn does his best to not let any of his strong misgivings show, his duty is to serve the Jarl no mater his own feelings. "Ask your questions little Helle, but tomorrow we have only ourselves to consult, sleep deep all." and with that he strides off to his stead.
"Until this evening then, I have a few things I need to look to while we are back. Snorri, do you need directions anywhere?"
Sorry, of course I'll chip in! I'll be geting martial kit but I'm fine unarmed so it's not that big of a deal. Sorry again, of course I'll chip in. A
With a low, rumbling growl Aðalbjörn halts his clumsy counting of the coins and remains perfectly silent and still, listening to the sounds coming from the Jarl's room.
"we'll sort you out one way or another Snorri" Following the Jarl's man...
"Lord, there was another thing that may help with any investigation, an amulet or talisman that the men gave us, I believe Odorn has it now.."
My jarl, this is Snorri Svensson, we came upon him bound, and lead by three men, a few miles outside the hold. The men were agressive and disrespectful and an altercation broke out. We subdued the men and were about to bring them to you to seek your judgement when spirits tore them limb from limb, I know not what we saw... but we made all haste to bring your daughters back to you."
You take care of you and yours Set, we can wait. Keep well. M
"He is not." "What business have you with the Jarl?" The day's events have left Aðalbjörn on edge
With a grunt Aðalbjörn moves to the Jarl's abode with the rest of the party. He is impatient to report, but glad that the party go together. "Snorri Svensson, I don't know what you are mixed up in here. But I hope the Jarl frees us to find out, no free man should live in chains..."
"I shall go straight to the Jarl and begin the telling, as I must. Join us when you are ready Snorri." With this Aðalbjörn heads of to see the Jarl.
Quickly catching up with the forward group, Aðalbjörn comes to a halt. listening intently for any signs of pursuit
"We cannot wait for long, the Jarl must hear of what has happened, and I would see you home safely at all costs." He never takes his eyes off the track behind them
Hope it worked out for you GM, that sucks. Have a good week Odorn. Just realised your also Iomenna. This is going to be fun! Bahram
I came here because I wanted to play a viking... what stories do I play is up to you, however you feel more comfortable :) ...this! Whatever makes it easiest for us (GM included) to have an awesome game!
With a snarl Aðalbjörn drops into a fighting stance. "Haldorr take the girls and Snorri, run! We will follow." He follows the group that are running, moving backwards himself so as to keep watch for what he cannot see. "Dvalar, odorn what demon spirits are these?"
In the absence of a key "Snorri do you know these men? Do you know where they live? Do you know where their families live?" Rumbles Aðalbjörn not removing his spear from the man's neck
Aðalbjörn doesn't move as the pendant is proffered "key!?" |