Skäne flashes a black grin as he shows the demon what an Ulfen can do - brutally stabbing repeatedly with his spear;
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Skane too rouses, cursing and grumbling in thick Skald as he grasps for shield and spear... "What is it? What do you see Skúta "
At the celebration Skäne drinks his fill, but refrains from martial trials, instead darkly mulling their quest whilst deep in his cups. On the morrow he lumbers quietly along in line before taking first watch at the campsite.
Slammed at work at the moment gang - will be closer to end of the week before load lessens. Please bot Skane as required.
Nah - nothing of interest for me Geedra.
As they leave Skäne once again raises his drinking horn to his host; "Vegr to you and your drasillrekkr kin Korag Kraag." He then follows the others; "What kaupeyrir do we have?"
Skäne too awaits his turn, then slakes his thirst with a draught of the wine. He nods grimly at Korak's words; "To þjóna Baba Yaga is our skien, but skien it is. We cannot avoid it, nor shirk the iðja ahead... be it donjon or óvættr ... All will be met." The big warrior gestures to his companions; "Where else would you find such kyn-ligr company as Alfur, Puka and Orcen, if not for a greater lag ?"
Apologies - time and RL has got the better of me, and I was convinced I'd posted... Still here and still game.
Skäne prods with distain at the Jotun corpses; "Nei much for us. The hrafn will veizla ..." He then eyes the globe recovered with a frown; "What is it Puka? Augury? Hœttr ?"
Skäne continues his red-handed ways, stabbing at the downed Jotun;
Skäne too sets about the uninvited jotunn, skewering it repeatedly with his spear...
Slammed at work folks - will likely be well into the weekend before I'm afforded some free time. Please bot Skane as necessary.
Drained from his battle rage, Skäne nods in agreement; "Let the Puka learn the fróðleikr to vald the Hut. I will stand with Ratibor the Garpr and welcommen any Jotunn visitors..." Jaw set the burly Northman stands aside the equally burly Northman...
As the next Jotunn falls, Skäne sets his grim gaze upon the next of its kin; readying himself for the battle to come... He grabs a vial from his belt and downs its contents;
As the giant lumbers forth, Skäne bites at his shield - a battle rage upon him and he bellows a challenge;
His muscles writhing as he berserks, the warrior stabs his spear not once, but twice at his towering foe;
Skäne listens, the grimaces. "Bah. If he bjóðjar us, I will svar " The big warrior hefts shield and spear...
Work continues to stymie me folks - be the weekend now before my decks are cleared and I'm mentally reset enough to resume.
Slammed at work gang, will be mid-week before I'm likely clear of the madness and headaches of offshore oil. Please bot Skane as necessity arises.
Skäne baulks a little at the spectral witch's babbling and warning o'er her mother and the nails... As the meaning and their purpose become clearer, the warrior frowns, hissing a whisper to all; "Hefnd we can enact. Yet are we not riddari o' Baba Yaga? Will such an act nei have til-kváma to us all?"
Skäne's lip purses in disgust at the prospect of indulging the madness of a witch, and a dead one to boot. He produces a small nail from his belt pouch, holding it up to show the spectral witch a growl; "Iss-íviðia , this is a Hexe Nagl... You know what it is for. They protect the bearer from völva magic. I prefer to hamarr them into the haussr of you kerling ... prefer alive. Dauðr will do.."
Skäne mulls the bird's cryptic words, then listens to the others as they mull its meaning. He nods in agreement; "Aye. A draumr makes sense..." As the group begin their next quest, the big warrior hefts spear and shield and moves in Mithas wake. His brow furrows as he scans the way ahead;
"Njósn is nei my strength. What do your auga reveal Mithas?"
Skäne is less jocular, offering the soggy half-elf an arm up but holding it firm as he eyes the Oracle; "What ails ye Hvítrkló ? Are we tryggr ?"
The big viking remains at Geedra's shoulder and scowls at the Puka's apparent disregard for any ill-magicks that could affect her as she scampers ahead. With a reigned grimace Skäne plods in the group's wake...
Still at Geedra's shoulder Skäne's brow furrows as he warily watches the little goblin down the wine with atypical gusto. He stands ready to aid or subdue her should the wine effects be overly weal or woe...
Skäne nods and follows suit with heavy steps and shield raised as he hovers at Geedra's shoulder. "What say the rítar Puka?"
Skäne eyes the glitter and nods at Geedra's words. "Aye Puka. Likely a festr ..." He turns to the others in the group; "Neinn has magik that can save us the erfiði ?"
Work has continued to ramp up, likely be the weekend before I see any kind of respite. Apologies all, appreciate the collective patience.
Work bug continues to bite folks - have bunch of After Action Review content to prep, ongoing jobs offshore and a technical response to an Non Conformance Report to prepare this week... As such, time and creative energy will be on the low ebb for the foreseeable... so once again if the Twice Mantled can be botted where necessary that would be appreciated.
Skäne stands, stoic and steadfast as he mulls the words, deeds and portents at work before and around them. "As Krosh stated... the vættr move around us, guide our skien for weal or woe. We all walk the same vegr ..." He flashes a rare smile as Byakko claims his prize; "... and pity those who would oppose us..."
Just a heads up gang - I'm slammed operationally with work at the moment. Have leave booked for Friday but time will likely be sparse before then. Please bot me as required.
Work and RL over last couple of days have emptied my tank folks. Going to get my head down and recharge, will likely be weekend before I'm up and posting again. Bot me as necessary please.
Skäne mulls the raven's words, then nods once again toward the uber-pig; "Let it go. Good omen to bezt such a beast without the spilling of blóð..." He hooks his fingers like tusks; The tusks bughr like the moon. Nothing more Hvítrkló ."
Skäne nods in agreement and assists with any binding and carrying of the huge hog. "Take it kvikr . The galta has earned that much."
Skäne taps the brutish boar's tusks with his spear tip; "The gáta . It geta of the galti tusk..."
Bolstered and burly, Skäne moves forward to engage the beast Some 10ft from the hulking boar, he holds... readying himself for its goring attack;
His attention drawn by the others, Skäne too salutes the bird with a raised spear and shield; "Well met hrafn , I am Skäne Ingvârssonn. Also one of the svartr riddari . We mean you no ill... our Puka is almost temja and will nei make supper of you." He gestures toward Geedra with a hard smile, then watches the bird for a reaction;
Shield slung across his back, Skäne moves in Mithas' wake; "Anything to give you ware Skúta ?" He approaches the heavy door, then flashes a hard grin; "Should we knýja ?"
Skäne eyes the carvings with a furrowed brow; "What do we ken of such drasill-fólk ? Weal or woe?" At the mention of a rest, the warrior nods; "Aye. Perhaps first some food and mjöðr ?
Works for me also - fits nicely with Krosh's schtick as he imparts upon us portents weal and woe :)
Skäne scowls, trying to process what is the next move; "So we need to find lykill ?" He nods at Mithas' logic; "Aye. Search The Hut, then outside if we need to."
Skäne too presses home a series of vicious stabbing attacks; shield high and spear biting...
With a bellow Skäne raises shield and spear and charges the fell brute;
Busy busy operational week gang. Likely be a day or so before I can get some clear air to post. Bot Skane if needbe.
Take your time chief - we'll keep for as long as is needbe.
Skäne hefts his spear and readies his shield with hard words and a harder look; "Bah! If it is fey we can fella it like the others." He too moves toward the door, then nods for someone to open it.
Skäne nods at Geedra's broken words, yet wary of the hut-keeper's strange countenance; "The Puka has the right of it fuglfljóð ... We have been fated to this place. Do nei deny us our fate."
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