Excited at the idea of doing something that might get them in trouble, Anya has an eager smile on her face as they make their way back.
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Deep in slumber Anya completely misses Ari's question and her sister's reaction to it
Frustrated with and having little interested in all the talk of politics, Anya grumbles "Wake me when we know what we are doing....or when something needs to be killed." and then proceeds to head to her bunk and lie down. Within seconds the warrior woman, trained to get what sleep she can wherever and whenever she can, is issuing loud snoring sounds.
Feeling rebuffed by Breda, Anya shrugs her shoulders and heads back to the longhouse. Arriving in time to hear her sisters words, she nods her head in agreement only adding "They were heading away from the village, but whether they were a scouting party or a war party I cannot say. I can say for sure though that they were well equiped for battle."
Anya simply nods her head at the young Lord, signifying that she is satisfied with that arrangement, for now. She pat's the mare's flank affectionately and with a rather stern look at the young man says "Take good care of her." Without waiting for a reply she then turns and indulges in the festivities. At some point, feeling a strange feeling, which she eventually realizes is guilt, she heads over towards Breda. She brings over a flagon, passes it the woman and, clapping her over the shoulders, hoists her mug and says "For your father. He died bravely, as a warrior should, and surely now he is drinking and whoring and telling tall tales in the halls of Valhala."
Anya can't help but smile slightly at the young lord enthusiasim, as well as his slip of the tongue. However Anya is a simple woman, of simple needs and wants and greed has never been one of her failings. So her answer to the Lordling is a simple one "I am a Warrior, and warriors need little except weapons, or perhaps armor. If you have one of either you feel to be of equal value to the mare I shall be content with that.
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lol no worries! I know what those kind of sessions are like! ; )
and thanks for the info on the Shire Horses. They sound very cool and yes, I've seen them in that flick. As much as I like them though I don't really see Anya as a mounted warrior. I also don't see her Giving the horse away so...: D Anya nods her head to Helga's suggestion, trusting her sister to use the right words to explain things. As Anya enters the longhouse, she leads the huge horse right in behind her. Ignoring the comments and squawks from any who are bothered by this she walks right up to the young lord. Without preamble she says "Lord Mercik. On my last day of the hunt the fates bestowed upon me the chance to catch this mighty mare. It took some work to bring her in line but should be trainable now. I prefer my own two feet to get about though so, as this great steed is obviously fit for none less than a Lord, I propose a trade. That is if you have something of equal value you'd care to trade me for her." as she affectionately pats the mare's flanks and gives her version of a friendly grin.
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I asked about the Prisoner only because you mentioned in her bit that she wasn't sure what she was seeing because she had never met a Dverge before. But she has. So, I'm a little bit confused. Sorry if I'm misunderstanding something? Helga
Spoiler: "Well, because I believe I saw a heavily armed party of them, close to the village. They were heading away from the village, it seemed. But what were they doing here in the first place?"
"Hey sister, you were gone a while, how went your last hunt?" Helga is in good spirits.
Anya walks back into town leading a beautiful mare. The animal is obviously still wild yet it seems to have been tamed by the big woman. As she heads to her sister Helga notices Anya's expression to be a thoughtful one. In answer to the question the babrbarian pulls her sister to the side and says quietly "Tell me more about the dverge..." FW
Spoiler: 1-Before I decide, can you tell me more about Shire Horses? 2-Didn't Anya meet the Dwarf prisoner? And what became of him anyway??
LF#1:
Survival#1:
"Damn Gods and their Damn mysterious ways..." the barbarian grumbles as she makes her way to her feet. Strangely enough though, for her anyway, the warrior woman does not actually seem to be truly angry, for any observing her can see her looking at her two new tattoos with curiosity and interest. Moving to the Cleric she asks him bluntly "You, priest, what in the hells did your God give us these for? Do they have some purpose or are they just to make us look pretty?"
Reflex: Weakened from battle and freezing cold water Anya's reflexes are not as they normally are and she crashes like an oak to the floor after being sizzled by the lightning. Fort to stabalizw: Yet to tenacity to cling to life is as strong as ever...
Seeing her sister's pain Anya snatches the harp off the alter and shoves it back in her arms "What would the Stormlord want with a Harp you silly girl?" she says roughly. "Obviously a fine Weapon would be of greater value" and with no further ceremony she places her masterwork longspear on the altar instead. Only those who look closely will notice the very small smile she has on her face as she watches her sister cradle her precious harp again.
Anya nods a shivering thanks at her sister and wraps the fur even more comfortably about herself. "So, now what? she asks no one in particular
Tired, cold, and continuing to swear, at pretty much everyone in general at this point, Anya turns around and takes her aching body back to shore.
Not hesitating for a moment, Anya dives in and moves to help her one-time lover with the struggling woman.
Anya starts to smile as the youth, barely reaching her chest height, tries to intimidate her. She is stopped from laughing right in his face though as Helga steps between them. Her face clearly displaying her annoyance she puts her hand on his sisters shoulder in preparation to move her aside and opens her mouth to say something no doubt somewhat less than diplomatic when the screams of the sorceress interrupt her. Looking to her sister in even deeper annoyance at the call for rescue the big, gore spattered woman swears under her breath, then throws down the axe at Merick's feet saying "Here. I believe this is yours. Next time you need help you can use it yourself." and then begins running as fast as she can for the water. Double move, 80', running (so 320'?)
Tired, in pain and the minuscule amount of patience she possess long gone, Anya looks down at the young lord and growls out "Something was killing your people. We just stopped it. No need to thank us or anything."
Not used seeing or dealing with this type of emotion, and never having known any emotional connection to her own father, Anya slowly moves over near Breda, stands uncomfortably for a while, then, not knowing what else to say, rumbles "He died well." Then, knowing she's done all she can and confident the others can handle the ship, she turns and with a defient stare, both hands placed around the handle of her ground battleaxe, and waits for the arrival of the Lord of Stuvoy and his retainers.
Her rage dropping along with Drago's lifeless corpse, Anya leans on her battle axe to stop from falling to the ground. Catching her breath she pants out "Quick, someone see to Ragnar!" While she looks on at Drago's ravaged corpse with a combination of fury, pity and sadness.
Staggering under the blow; Anya nevertheless remains standing. Diving and rolling to get behind the giant to flank it with Ragnar she again swings her battle axe into it's uncaring flesh.
Raing with a combination of fury and horror for what the captain she had respected has become, knowing he would never wish his body used in such a ungodly manner, and bolstered by her sister's song, the Barbarian has no hesitation as she rushes in to attack the reanimated creature before her.
Finally in sight of the undead former captain, Anya one again roars his name, rising into her battle fury for the second time that day. Never ceasing to move, holding her battleaxe in her off hand she reaches over her shoulder to grab a javilin and launches it at Drago.
Shaking her limbs to help get the blood flowing in them again, Anya keeps moving as she runs as fast as she can towards the sound of the fighting
Swim:
[Ooc]Wow And again, to see if she's drowning from her sudden cramp?q/ooc] Swim:
"What in Hela's Hells!" Exclaims the babarian in confusion and fury as she witness' the horror on the beach. Yet depite her surprise and natural revulsion to the abberation of undead the warrior does not hesitate as she secures her weapons to her and dives into the fridgid waters. Once in she does her best to ignore the cold and swims with all she can
As the healing energy washes over her Anya turns a grateful smile on her sister.
Hearing her sister Anya suddenly remembers the strange feeling she had regarding the people om the beach.
Squaring her feet to support herself on her shaky legs, Anya grits her teeth in fury and again tries to hue the plant down.
Shocked, embarrased and enraged as never before to be caught and currently at the losing end of a battle with a plant Anya, aided by her sister's magic, struggles with all her strength and fury to be free
Breaking free of the grasp, if just barely, the furious Barbarian ignores her grevious wounds and standing by force of will alone, the warrior focuses her rage through the blade of her greataxe that she swings two-handed at her foe:
1d12 + 6 ? (4) + 6 = 10
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Spoiler: Hmmm, well now I'm a bit confused. The damage put her exactly at 0hp, so Could she even attack anyway? What are her possible choices, if any, of what to do at 0hp?
Shocked, embarrased and enraged as never before to be caught and currently at the losing end of a battle with a plant Anya, aided by her sister's magic, struggles with all her strength and fury to be free
Breaking free of the grasp, if just barely, the furious Barbarian ignores her grevious wounds and focuses her rage through the blade of her greataxe that she swings two-handed at her foe:
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Spoiler: FW I just realized that the Rage Power I had chosen for Anya is not available to her until she reaches 4th level, so I chose another. -Quick Reflexes (Ex): While raging, the barbarian can make one additional attack of opportunity per round. Also realized I was still missing a Trait after all this time so chose Survivor If these changes work for you great, if not just lemme know and I'll do something different. Cool?
Depite her doubt as to the dangwerousness of this enemy, the skilled warrior woman still knows a threat when she sees one. As she charges forward she allows her angers and frustrations odf the past days to fuel her fury and hacks into the plant creature with the battleaxe
Ari, hearing Anya making her way through the party, looks back at her, shrugs his shoulders and whispers,"What?" "I don't know" she replies, looking somewhat annoyed and disturbed and feeling like she may have missed something important "It may be nothing, but the way they're all watching it almost seems like we are here for their entertainment or something. And I am no one's jesting fool!"Scowling at these last words Anya tightens her grip on the axe and looks for something she can use it on
Anya's Perception check:
Initiative: Distracted for a moment by the throng on the opposite side of the harbour, still wondering why everyone seems so excited about a damn plant, Anya misses being able to enter first into the shrine and grunts her displeasure at herself. Moving quickly though she catches up to be either directly beside or behind Ragnar, her axe at the ready, out of long habit more than any thought of real need.
"Of course" Anya says, as with genuine affection she claps the big man on the shoukder "another strong arm is always welcome. To be honest I don't know how much we'll need it against some silly plant, but come, come."
Anay merely nods her head at the other's 'war' plans, after all, how difficult could it possibly be to kill a plant. She even had the thought of simply volunteering to do the job herself but the others seemed, understandably, excited at the chance for some action, however slim or pitiful it might be. Plus also perhaps some small voice of caution warns the fearless barbarian lass that her sister would not likely be so concerned for naught.
To help him keep the dignity in death that he deserves Anya corrects the men, taking Drago's arms out of their hands and then helps them move the body continuing to use the leather poncho to carry him with.
Looking at the priest with genuine respect for one of the few times since she's known him, Anya claps the man on the shoukder and says quietly but with feeling "That is well and good. You can count on me for whatever aid you may need in this endeavour"
"Drago" Anya says without preamble. "Those bastards left him to rot..." She continues, relating the story as heard from Sawrik
"Anyway" the large woman says, blowing the air out of her cheeks, "I'm sure the priest" refering to Kurn and nodding her head in his direction if he's there "can accord Drago proper burial rights.But so what did you get up to so early this morn sister?"
Anya spits to the ground after the man turns to leave and, not caring if he hears her or not grumbles "I knew that one was not to be trusted! And if he does not watch his words he'll find himself stuck on the end of my spear" Giving him no more thought for the moment she carries Drago with her two shipmates. As they near the quay she calls out loudly "Helga! Where are you? I can hardly see a thing in this blasted fog!"
Anya scowls at the bard saying "So I see your notion of aid seems to only go in one direction. I'll remember that should it be your body that needs disposal" Turning to the druid she says "Here, help me" As she looks for a tarp or cloth something to cover and carry the body with. Once something is found or put together with Stefnir's help she'll carry the body back to the others or the lodge if she can't find them. If for whatever reason Stefinr chooses not to help, she'll simply do it on her own.
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