Dvallar dropped the hammer, raised her shield, and grabbed the dagger.
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"Has anyone got a spare axe?" Dvallar asks. The question is half jest - but only half. Humans were woefully prepared in general, and it seems she has picked up their habits.
"We need to cut them up." Dvallar yells "Can't bruise a dead man."
Dvallar keeps her shield up, and returns blow for blow.
Dvallar grits her teeth as Snorri ignores her plan.
Not meaning to push, but what is the plan, here?
Held off on posting this. I'm happy to keep going, BUT... If you're facing down depression, and you're life is just about to go through some MAJOR changes, you may find you don't have time. I noticed you asked if we want you to continue. Please don't feel indebted on this. If it brings you happiness, and you have enough time, I'd be interested to play. If it doesn't, then stop. I've seen too many people in similar circumstances push themselves, burn out, and drop away. Remember your first duty is to yourself.
"Necromancy?" suggests Dvallar. "Were they good men?"
Dvallar grinned blank-white teeth at O∂ørn. A grin that had nothing of humour in it. "Battlefield? There's no honor here, northlander. As you say, this is a cleansing."
"Quiet now. Staggered shield wall. Slow advance. Stay together. Those with ranged weapons, use them through the gaps at 50ft. We'll halt at 20ft. When they charge, we close up and come round." Dvallar's commands are solid, safe, cautious - all Dwarven virtues.
GM Set:
"Rotting flesh. I doubt these are lepers." Dvallar spits. "Get ready to put them down. No-one charge till we're closer. Last thing we need is some idiot tripping on a loose rock in the dark and bashing his brain out."
Dvallar kept her ears keen for speech. rare was the group that did not talk when combat was not on the cards. The first words when someone was spotted could often be indicative.
"Or a trap to kill people who lucked through to here. You want to test it?'
"Come on. Just give us a few feet. We can crawl under if we have to. I don't trust anything that has a gate with a puzzle for a key."
"I'm more worried it closing after we're in." Dvallar interjects drily. "Help me find a way to prop it open. It'd take a long time to mine through this much rock."
"If we are separated, meet back at the last camp." Dvallar orders, shield out and weapon ready.
One does seem This was supposed to be O∂ørn, right?
We all still here?
"I don't deal much with mechanics. Good solid things like armour and ships for me."
Dvallar hands out the torches. "Two should be enough. Try to stand towards the back - we don't want to be blinded."
"Hold. I've torches in my pack. Who shall hold them?"
Dvallar peers with her Dwarven eyes into the dark. Pupils expand, past the iris, till the whole eye is black.
Dvallar dusts herself off, secures her various straps, and proceeds.
"For the Ancestor's sake, no-one pull anything until we've had a chance to examine it properly." Dvallar's words were patronising, but her tone suggested it was from bitter experience.
Dvallar offers a hand to Aðalbjörn.
Congratulations!
"No, no." assured Dvallar "You cook the dough in an iron container, then seal it during cooking. Rot can't get in, so it keeps forever, and the iron infuses it with a lovely rusty taste that really brings out the salt."
Dvallar stirs from her meditation. "Roast rabbit? I was going to make Ironcakes. I've still some dough from last fall."
"Thank you O∂ørn. I'll take the last watch. Dwarven eyes work well in the dark, but I thank my ancestors at sunrise."
"Fine." said Dvallar in a tight voice "Though I would like to borrow that wand for a moment. One of them got lucky."
Cool :)
Dvallar puts her shield down and charges into the midst of the goblins.
Dvallar goes white - whiter - as her shoulder goes again. Through gritted teeth she spits out a prayer, then shouts "Advance", walking forward with a measured step.
Dvallar - walking rather than riding - steps between Snorri and Aðalbjörn, the three of them forming an impromptu shield wall turned on the goblins.
Seeing Snorri turn, Dvallar whirls around, shield at the ready "Goblins!" she calls "To me!"
"I said I didn't bring my horse." Dvallar's annoyance at being forced to ride came through clearly. "If we're riding you'll have to wait a few minutes while I fetch it." she looks at the others, seeing how many have a horse with them "Or are the rest of us walking?"
I know we agreed OOC. Did we agree IC? I thought we did.
O∂ørn: did we agree on the want earlier, or should Dvallar lead the charge in offering some gold?
"I have some healing and mending magic myself. Usually save that for after hitting things. Alright" she points at Helle "Anything happens, get behind me. I'll shield for both of us. Do you have something to defend yourself with, at least? I'll knock something up for you if you don't."
"I understand. Humans can be a destructive bunch." Dvallar tries for sympathetic - and misses.
"I take it wolves are important to your people?" Dvallar notes. "We can walk and talk at the same time. What tactics do we use if we need to form up to fight something on the way? Shield Wall?"
Why is he being so pleasant? Dvallar nodded her head to the young man and spoke abruptly. "Good morning also to you. I am Dvallar Dvallinsdóttir. Smith, Warrior, and Priestess. I did not bring my horse - do we leave by boat, or walk?"
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