Skäne politely declines the kiss as he packs his gear.
He nods to one and all, clapping Kylar on the shoulder with a hard smile;
"That you will Kylar Alf-Blodd. Til that day..."
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Har. Very true.. Am hoping that if Drayen ever gets back to me in RL then our Northern Jotunnblods might come back some day (Salsa willing). Regardless I'm mulling some character ideas over...
Skäne nods in resignation as he answers in the grumbling Northern tongue: "Eins og venjulega growls björninn er að gera fyrir gott ráð..." þurstunga (Giant):
As usual the bear's growls make for good counsel. The huge Northman sticks the keen edged longsword into the earth beside the bandit felled by his huge companion. The speaks out, to all and none; "I leave this blade here. It is a good blade. One that will serve its bearer well... but where we go... the North... it is axe work. Red handed work." Skäne looks to the sky with a smile; "The Nordvindd calls us hame... The Cold comes and the Jotunn of our blodd stir from their deep dells... and so we take our leave of you all... new companions and old..."
Round 2 Seeing the crimson furrow his new blade left on the bandit he faces also draws a dark smile from Skäne; "In the North we drink from the skulls of worthy foes... Here in the unworthy South we merely split them!" The big Northman brings his sword down in a brutal arc; :
Round 1 As his oar brother marches toward another victim, Skäne moves to engage the bandit menacing the group's left side . Also wearing a smile the warrior draws the langsword recently acquired and nods at its keen edge as he lunges a strike forward; "Let us blodd you properly eh blade?" :
Skäne sits eating dried meat from his knife, nods his shaggy head in agreement to both Wilhelm's forecast and Björn's philosophical comment. "Aye brodir. The North does call the Great Bear..." The Northmen ready themselves and join the group, more subdued that they have been. :
Skäne blows a stream of smoke with a hard look, translating his huge companions question; "He asks... How long since your family walked the Great Road... passed to the next life?"
If we plan to continue with the game - I'll likely re-skin Skane as a skald. Have downloaded the pdf and looking over the class... truly my dream come true lol. Thoughts?
Skäne accepts the blade with a grin, feels it weight with a nod, then tries a few thrusts and swipes. "God weight... God Blade..."
Skäne shakes his head at Rayla's query; "Nei he wants nothing there... However if you are just to carry the blades... then I or Wilhelm will put it to use. The dagger perhaps befits minn wizard friend?" The Northman beckons to feel the weight of the blade whilst looking toward Kylar if he wishes the dagger.
Nearby Skane is hunkered down on his haunches, he impassively picks at the stash with a long twig; "To the heroes go the spoils eh? Feh!" With a shrug the Northman stands tall, clapping the shoulder of his jotunn sized.
Might well change up Skane somewhat if we keep going... Was building him to compliment Bjorn but if that duo is not going forward then may have to re-jig him... possibly as a huge sized Skald?
Skäne merely nods at his companions words, then lumbers past the conversing healer and barbarian, shooting them an aside as he passes; "No use fretting over spilt blodd ladies... We'll likely be drowning in it afore this quest is done!" Clapping an armoured paw on Kylar's shoulder, the big þursfyrðar shoots the half elf a hard grin; "Quite the goose chase eh my friend? Any magicks up your sleeves that might assist us?"
I'll echo Kylar in that myself and Bjorn we're really (re)built for this game... However if Drayen doesn't make a return I'm not sure I'd continue regardless - the Northmen were really a duo and if the game is waning in your enthusiasm DM-Salsa, then I'd not want you flog a dead unicorn :) Probably wouldn't shoot for the weird and wacky wizards tower game, but if something else did arise then I'd be interested.
Me too - Marcus and I go way back on the boards and I'm hoping this is just a blip... Afore he went quiet we'd discussed bringing more of the Northmen's harsh culture alive - so hence me introducing burden thralls and mention of The Great Road (my own wee idea of Heaven/Hel from a pseudo-Norse fantasy novella I'm chipping away at :)
A scowling Skäne breaks free of his jotunn-sized kin with some difficulty and turns to listen to Rayla's threats. The Northman spits once, his humour little improved and adds his voice to the pot; "Feh. The in North we have a way... When we take a prisoner he becomes what we þursfyrðar call byrði þræll or "burden slave" in your tunga... We break their hands and forelimbs, then bind them to their bodies. No threat... chain them together and use them as beasts of burden... Make them toil their shame of being taken alive... without honour..." The burly giant seems nonchelant in describing some of his people's practices, afore he continues jabbing a long finger toward the captive hobgoblin; "Uncoiling this one's guts into the mud is nothing. A child could hack it apart... Feh! Perhaps one will... But to break it, use it without honour until it is ground into the earth... to add its bones to the Great Road... Now that is nothing!"
Guys am still here - not heard from Bjorn for a while - Marcus is a friend and for him to totally go off the grid is a little worrying... in the meantime I'm happy to DMPC the Northern Bear til such time as he's back or we move on.
At the mention of a cruel Northern winter both þursfyrðar look at each other with wry smiles, afore conversing in their harsh tongue; "Hvað finnst þér Taldi bróður? Hegge? Hljómar eins og hegge neitun? þurstunga (Giant): What do you reckon brother? Hag? Sounds like a hag no?
In response to his oar-brothers words Skäne shrugs his broad shoulders; "Kannski hefur það þekkingu á meiri áskorunum ha? Látum þá tals bróður sinn" þurstunga (Giant):
Perhaps it has knowledge of greater challenges eh? Let them speak their parley brother After the words, the vikingr grins and beckons the interrogating to begin; "Who speaks its tunga?"
For his part Skäne moves toward the remaining goblin, supporting both Wilhelm and his shield brodir as he does;
Lumbering into the line with a nonchalant expression, the big Northman attempts to skewer the wounded goblin: :
Sorry to hear about the wheels DM-S, but glad your relatively unscathed. Take your time - we'll be here :)
Wee request - could we possibly put the round number and a snapshot status of HP & Conditions as a header in combat rounds? For example... Round 3 - On a separate note want me to run Björn in the meantime? I've done so for Drayen in previous games so all good if it makes life easier for you chief. With regards the Curse game - am VERY tempted to resubmit Mercy again (under the new recruitment rules o' course...) mmm - need to check my dance card :) EDIT: looks like a heavy recruitment so will likely stay my hand :)
Seeing that the auld warrior has things in hand Skäne moves toward the hobgoblin that promises a better challenge to the huge Northman DM-Salsa (Skäne's move):
Smiling darkly the þursfyrðar warrior looms over the hobgoblin and brings his bloodied spear to bear on the goblinkin: :
I'll rustle up Drayen. As for next - a quest to the North beckons! :)
With no opponents immediately facing him Skäne moves back to support his fellow Northman (5ft Step to I4) The Northman venomously lances at the nearest goblin with his spear; :
Still here chief - believe Drayen is too.
Nei worries chief - take your time, we'll all be here :)
As Delilah stumbles backward, Skäne moves forward to provide possible defence with his shield The Northman simultaneously stabs forth with his spear at the nearest goblin ; :
No worries Adam - we all know that RL throws you some curveballs - slow pace suits me too. Good luck with the project and the Northman will wait :)
Skäne collects his spear with a nod at his oar-brothers work; " A fínn sigurtákn bróðir. Gods tilbúnir það verða fleiri ..." :
A fine trophy brother. Gods willing there will be more... As the group approach the auld oak, the big Northman eyes the timber sentinel and its locale with keen interest; :
Skäne grins as he avoids the brute's snapping jaws and draws his ax and brings it viciously to bear on his foe; :
As Björn charges one of the brute wolves, Skäne lets fly with a taunt and his spear at the other; "You and your kin will be fine pelt on our backs Worgr!"
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Skäne barks a laugh at Rayla's tactical orders; "Har! There are two wolves at best! We do not face the great horde-packs of Iss-Worgr from my homeland little one..."
Skäne eyes the forest ahead with wary eyes; : "Wolves? Are you sure?" Despite not seeing the threat, the big Northman stands tall, with shield readied and spear gripped. At Rayla's mention he looks down with a hard smile; "Feh. Þessi litli kjúklingur gæti ekki líta stærri í þorpinu hálf-menn!" : Feh. That little chicken could not look bigger in a village of half-men!
Skäne crouches near some muddied tracks which Bjorn had found, afore looking eastward; "Game track. They came from whence..." The big Northman stands tall and addresses his brother in a low sombre tone; "Engillinn blóð líður húðina af björn ... Ættum við að biðja hana hvernig hún kom með það?" : The angel blood wears the pelt of a bear... Should we ask her how she came by it?
Skäne rises early and helps himself to a decent serving of breakfast. The Northman then checks his gear afore pitching in to discern the goblin's trail; :
Skäne stands by the fire finishing his pipe as he observes the others interplay. At Rayla's words he queries her in bemused tone; "What lurks in the dark to give you concern Angel-blodd? Do your gold eyes see things which we cannot?"
Damn you sah! You've got me :)
Goblinoids of any description don't warrant a Northman's time... besides we have a perfectly capable creaky veteran, blind oracle and heaven/hell kissed glamazons for such things ;) In all seriousness if uber-gob started dropping the party like a bad habit I'm sure Skane would step in... Maybe. :)
Oh I'm sure Bjorn will help out, he's more charitable than Skane ;)
Skäne waits conversing with his oar-brother whilst the goblin's fate is sealed; "Það er satt. Ég ekki Sully mitt rauða hönd nafn með drepur slíkra lítillátur dýr. Við getum aðeins vona að óvinir verðugir af okkur bíða ..." : It is true. I not sully my red handed name with the kills of such lowly beasts. We can only hope that foes worthy of us await...
Skane and Bjorn will likely be up for getting medieval on prisoners... "couple o' pipe smoking Northmen" - however goblins are somewhat beneath them (literally and metaphorically) and hardly worth the effort :) Beside's Kylar's doing a grand job.
As Kylar parleys with the goblins, Skäne stubbornly stows his weapons and shield then deftly uses a long twig to re-light his pipe... afore commenting once again to his fellow Northman in a harsh tone; "Í framtíðinni bróðir þú ættir að fara veikari óvini að gamla, blinda og féll blóð. Úr ekki kroppa í kækur ... það hefur litla fugla fyrir það. Fuglum okkar gogg ha?" :
In future brother you should leave the weaker foes to the old, blind and fell blooded. Auroch does not pick at the ticks... it has little birds for that. Let our birds peck eh? At the last words the big Kaldnordmann gestures to the other members of the company, then tilts his head expectantly toward Björn.
Skäne walks over to where Bjorn stands and claps his oar-brother's shoulder with a harsh laugh; "Har! Alveg frábær hetja ha bróðir! Þessi litli djöfull var varla þess virði stál þinn!" : Har! Quite the great hero eh brother! That little devil was hardly worth your steel!
Round 1 Having donned his coat, Skäne nonchalantly reaches for his shield and ax, hefting them in his large hands. As the sounds of battle cascade around him the big Northman looks strangely calm, paying little or no heed to what occurs. He pauses of a second admiring the play of the firelight upon the killing edge of his war ax... "Skratte? Þeir vekja mig fyrir þá skaðvalda?!" :
Goblins? They wake me for those pests? ...before slowing walking toward the prone goblins ...
No need to worry about either Drayen or myself being the type of noobs who will go berserkr for skit and giggles. We've been round the hus many times and hopefully will win over the group with the Northmen :) @Kylar - well played sir. Very well played :)
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