Norri nods.
"Ali? Ali. I'm Brother Norri. That young man over there is Ragnar. Now lets go inside and get you some food. What do you say?"
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Norri pulls his hand back for a moment. He just... Woofed? Cautiously he reaches down and removes the hood. "What's your name son?"
Norri sees the small form crumpled on the ground. Nodding to Ragnar, "Boy, I think he means him ."
Norri boots the woman's weapon away from her grasp and lays his hammer across her shoulder. "Now, I recommend you telling your friends to stand down. Perhaps you can all meet justice and salvation, otherwise I swear that young man and the others will send them to hell."
...when Ragnar feels the hand on his shoulder. It is Brother Norri. "She asked for mercy son. We must let justice decide her fate."
Norri steps to the side, leaving the body of the other bandit to bleed on the dirt. He focuses on the ugly woman.
Steping behind the woman he puts the hammer I work.
Oh... Bother
Brother Norri ducks under the bandits slashes, deflecting them with his hammer hilt. Seeing Ragnar is occupied with the woman he makes an offensive of his own.
His blow connects but does it hurt?
Brother Norri moves to Ragnar's side. "I have yer back lad, face forward!" He holds himself in a defensive posture, to ward off any more flanks.
Norri sees the gore splatter from Ragnar's attack. "Ah well... That's another way to do it aye." Norri holds his hammer aloft and reaches out to touch Ragnar's back and offers him Guidance
"Ya see bandits! Today is yer last day of.... Banditing! Throw down your arms and let the law prevail!" Ragnar moves forward and swings "Or, aye we could do that." He hefts his hammer and moves in behind Ragnar.
Brother Norri stands from the table with his weapon out. "Welp, that wasn't what I hadin mind!"
"I can't say I want to shed blood much ay, but if it comes ta blows I'll be there."
"No m'am I'm afraid we are not those men. Nor did I see any such on my travels. However it would seem that our fair haired friend here has the a similar goal. I'm sure we can, at the very least look inta it for ya! What dya say Ragnar?"
"Well, I uhh, can't say I'm here for riches, Torag has guided me here and in his wisdom I shall make my services available. Coming across you friend," he looks to Ragnar, " you and your little one, I think was his plan. So let's have a drink!"
Norri chuckles, "Ha no I don't suppose you do. Our race is an old and proud one, we have more in common with the stone than you humans I suspect. Though to be honest I'm not really an expert in that neither! Hahaha!" Norri drinks deeply from his mug, He likes this young man.
"Oh aye Sir Ragnar! I believe she be a Turfling! They're the descendants of demon worshipping humans some say. Others that they're the offspring of a demon and a human woman, a union of unholy purpose! I...will be honest though, I haven't really a expert mind in the area. I do believe they are just the spawn of any sort of union of human and outsider. Much like half-elves and half-orcs."
I am ready for the forging of a new land GM! May Torag guide our hammer! |