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Alas I'm also in that same particular longboat GM Calvus. Enjoying the game, but I'm struggling to keep up with my other commitments and games (one of which recently re-started) - so its a reluctant farewell for me. Thanks for the opportunity and good raiding one and all. Skal
Ditto - I've been ill and slammed at work, so just trying to catch up in games... Cheers
Hey folks - am absolutely slammed at work at the moment - so just keeping up with the game let alone posting is a stretch. Will try and get something in-game when I can, but please DMPC as necessary. Hopefully things will calm down a little by the weekend at the latest! Leave me some decent swag you buggers! Cheers
Casting his eyes over the raid's haul Hálvr also attempts to assist any others in discerning the nature of the magical natures of the recovered items;
: "Mrmmm... What hafa we here eh..."
Hálvr spits on the ground as the petrified shop-folk come into view; "Feh. This place... this city reeks of feikinstafir ..." The burly skald eyes the survivor's warily afore keenly looking for signs of threats: :
Hálvr shoots the man a hard look, appraising the weight of each of his words; : "Feh. Ingimundr is black hearted... but to bed with daemons? I have minn doubts..."
Hálvr's face turns dark at the mention of Ingimundr; "Aye we should fear him. I hail from this land... Linnorm King Ingimundr is a hard ba$tard right enough... Reputation well earned..." The big skald's words drift off as he mulls some inner thought or memory afore continuing: "He'll not like this raid nor the Jotunn and daemon's slaughtering his people... Blodd Orm for all if he catches us! If he catches us mind! Har!"
Hálvr chuckles darkly; "Nei "good sirs" here... We komm to raid this place and still mean to. We are here for glory and coin...The jotunn took the former from us... but you can tell us where the latter can be found nei?" However as the man doubts his account, the big skald scowls and utters a hard warning: "As for doubting my word... I will put that slight down to you being addled by this day's grim tide. Demon or Jotunn or perhaps a Sonn of Surtr... I care little."
As the man moves forward Hálvr bids him come no closer; "Rest easy. You und yours survived the jotunn's hyrr - your death is nei fated this day... Unless you wish minn axe to redden its beard..."
Hálvr claps Hiiram on the shoulder with a dark grin; "Interesting they may be friend Hiiram, but there are powerful brewing magicks elsewhere in this place... let us find them and speak of what we do next eh?
Interesting turn of events... (the Jotunn - not Aubheroene leaving us)
The brutal entrance and exit of the flame haired giant even gives Hálvr pause. A short one: "A Jotunn! Here! Har" Shouldering his great-ax he addresses all around him: "A good omen my friends... if the Jotunn does return then we will surely die in a gloriously fiery battle and take our seats in The Valenhall... if he does not, then that Sonn of Surt has saved us much blood and sweat this day!" At Alfred's suggestion of inns the big skald's grin grows wider; "Ja! I could do with a mead... and a wench to work up a thirst with! Har! Remember brodirs - we komm here to raid!"
Hálvr moves with the shield wall, slamming his axe against the nearest defender;
Gott Nýtt Ár! Back in the saddle and ready for more red handed deeds :)
Snowed under at work and nursing sinus woes gents - will likely be off the grid until post New Year...
Hálvr continues to thunder toward the gate melee, a killing grin fixed upon his face... "Save some of the craven dogs for me Olaf! Har!"
Hálvr pounds toward the gate as the captain's orders sound in a distant place within his head... Mages? Feh! The fates and red hands will carry this day!
Hálvr grunts in approval as Olaf thunders past on his phantasmal steed. Caught up in the blod-drunkeness, the skald hefts his red-bearded axe and sprints toward the crush of warriors;
Smiling grimly the big skald pauses to put boot to body, and wrenches his bearded ax free of the cloven beserk... As he completes his butchery Hálvr eyes the battlements of the fortress ahead; scanning for any banners or shield markings that may catch his eye as worthy foes; :
Olaf and Halvr hit like Jotunn. Just sayin' ;)
Attack of Opportunity?
Hálvr bellows at the retreating men; "Komm and fight you damn'ed hrafnasueltir! Let my beard drip red with your thin blod!" The big skald swings viciously hoping to bring a retreating beserk down; :
Round 2
Hálvr smiles darkly as his companions unleash fell magicks upon the Broken Bay defenders. Har! The forlǫg have blessed me with félagir worthy of the Sagas! Then returning to the task at hand the skald launches another cruel ax swing at his wounded opponent: :
Round 1
Taking a heavy hit from one of his former kinsman elicits a grunt of pained anger from Hálvr, and he brings his own Greataxe to bear in a vicious hack at the beserk: :
: Wearing a hard smile, Hálvr follows his companions in disembarking from the longship. He hefts Rauðskeggkaðr and as the baleful horn sounds he nods. Welcommen hame eh? Then the big skald bellows to the other raiders... "Death has kommen to this land today! Fight well! Send them to the Valenhall!" ... afore joining his captain in the countercharge toward the berserkers.
It says not authorized when I attempted to go to that.+1 +2
Hálvr walks confidently down the line of oar berths toward the Wyrm figurehead upon the longship. With a hard smile he pats the carved Dragon;then sits at an oar station nearby, but not directly behind... At Olaf's comment he nods grimly in agreement; "Skjoldmur?! Hard place. Some hard names in Skjoldmur right enough... We'll earn our names and likely mourn a few too..."
Hálvr looks down at the thin, rakish outlander with a bemused expression. "History? You are a skrifar yes? Let us write our names in blod then little peacock! Har!' At the captain's request for questions, the big skald shakes his battle braided head; "Nei Styrimaðr . He then makes his way to an oar station and begins stowing his gear in the chest-seat.
Liking the hubris some of us are displaying already - will make for a heady mix in a number of situations lol...
As an interesting twist am wondering if the default language of the game is Skald and Common (Taldan) would be represented by something else? Normally in Norse themed games I'd pepper my characters speech with dashes of pseudo flavour - for example: "Nei foul trow! Nei more of our blodd will you spill! Your time is at an endir ! So claims this Sonr ) of the Norðri !" However if Skald is the default then Common or other tongues would be in other forms? Just my 2 runes worth in terms of flavouring the game which has worked in other games I've been in and ran. Looking forward to the raid :)
Hálvr stands listening with the assembled raiders and nudges his new found companion, the tiefling Hiiram with a smile; "Now friend Hel-blodd. Now we shall go a viking! Har!" The big skald stands with the ease of one used to the anticipation of violence and adventure. At Olaf's challenge he eyes the muscled brute before answering the half orcs words with his own; "Save your strength for the folk o' Broken Bay wild one! Plenty of time to trade punches when we divide the loot..." Hálvr steps forward, throwing a wink at Hiiram as he does. The burly Ulfen raises his great axe high and bellows his claim for an oar: "I am Hálvr! Named as Grímmrsǫngr. Once of Broken Bay... Now of the Helgrol. I wield the axe Rauðskeggkaðr and to refuse me is to refuse the threads of fate..."
This captain or longboat got names yet GM-C? Will likely make reference to one or both in my Riddleport interlude with Hiiram :)
Nei worries chief. Want us to do any pre-kickoff roleplaying?
Could be that Hiiram breezed through Riddleport interested in cypermagicks? Somehow fell in with the big skald and they ultimately made their way North?? Likewise Hálvr would have an healthy respect for Hiiram's divination abilities - particularly as he see's himself somewhat fate-bound... Anyone who can see that skein of fate is to be valued :)
Hálvr's epic character profile complete... a Saga in itself! Am holding off nailing down his background incase anyone else wants to feed into their relationship? As mentioned above, he's a former exile returning to the North - could be he's the catalyst for your character also doing so (or vice versa)... Have taken the Rage Power (+5 ft movement) so we'll all move a little quicker when he's uttering his odes... :) Also took some odd-ball spell choices - figured they fitted his duelling (both physical and verbal) nature and would have helped him find "gainful employ" in Riddleport and beyond. Some will be a lot of fun to roll/role-play heh. BTW - what timezones are we all operating on? I'm in the Granite City O' Bonnie Scotland... so am GMT.
Hálvr is an exiled native of Bildt whose thrown his lot in with White Estrid and the Ironbound Isles upn his return from enforced sojurn... He has no problem with raiding, having honed those skills operating out of Riddleport (not sure if any "outlanders" want to have fallen in with Hálvr prior to arrival?) Don't think we're light on that beef are we? With the potential of plenty of buffs think Olaf, Dalgar and Hálvr will be pretty potent in melee :) Know my lad can hit like a trow ;) Just need to nail down final equipment and spell picks and I'll be good to go. Looking forward to it.
Stoked! Cheers for the invite GM-C @Scranford: you and me again bud! To everyone else accepted looking forward to gaming with you all :) To everyone who missed out - condolences, was some very cool concepts submitted.
Here's Black Dow's work-in-progress Skald for consideration. Still some crunch and flavour to complete/settle on, but the bones and much of the Northern meat is there. Jist will be he was an exile from Bildt... did some time travelling the world as a black-mooded raider/mercenary/adventurer (Riddleport/Varisia I'm thinking) - Hears word that White Astrid may be looking to raid again and travels back North to reclaim his honour and possible gain some vengeance in the process. He'll feel very much guided by fate and have selected traits to touch on this. Hálvr isn't necessarily a good guy but he's a good one to have in your corner... |
