Works for me - we're entering a very busy phase in North Sea Ops, so just keep me posted DMVoV :)
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Bellowing his frustrations, the grim faced dvergr hacks viciously at the dancing sjörövare; "Ek fœra yð dauðadagr!"
: : : : He briefly pauses to spit on the corpse before bringing his ax to bear on the next opponent; DMVoV: Not sure if Torgeir gets an Attack of Opp on the bullsrusher? If he does: : :
: Torgeir raises his shield hearing the rain of skit pepper its metal. Scowling the dvergr feels the fiery rage inside him ignite as whisps of steam trail his rush towards the pirate vessel; : The berserkr deftly lands on the deck of their victims and with a roar launches a swing at nearest foe as the embers of his heitr blóð ignite...
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The berserkr rows hard and nods towards his bloodthirsty oar mate as he does, muttering in a voice as flat and hard as his battered features; "Neinn miskunn sjá ævi bróðir..."
Torgeir disdains the notion of not fighting face-to-face and also rows hard as the karvi nears its wounded prey...
The dvergr scowls that keener eyes than his ruined orb saw the signs of pirates. álfr augurd skita
Torgeir spits, then nods towards Gromr as he readies ax and shield; "Blod-yrkja biðar..."
From his berth Torgeir squints at the distant ship, discerning what he can from its lie and cut; :
Then shrugs his burly shoulders and awaits orders...
At his oar Torgeir chuckles dryly at the bickering of the others and shares a joke with his murderous oarmate; "Der barnr sleita nei? Har!"
Still scowling Torgeir will fully behead the lassie's corpse; "Stǫðva her finna der kykr..."
As he walks back to the karvi the dbergr sternly advises any villagers to; "Der feigr by our brandr ye finna - heygja demmr djúpr."
Torgeir approaches Gromr, a grim set in his jaw and a scowl upon his ruined brow... "Hlíta ye drapa demmr vel brodjir? Varr lest draugr vaka af demmr liðar ..." The dvergr seems to care little of the murders, more of the potential consequences.
Torgeir scowls at Gylfir's words, then mutters an aside to Gromr; "Feh. Allr this... klaka of "harvests". We are nei staðfestar... We hǫndla! We taka!" The gruff dvergr spits contemptously, as if the very thought of mercy tastes sour.
Torgeir walks over to where the man lies, grimly glowering down at him; :
DMVoV:
What's the status with healing? After the last raid Torgeir had taken 8 damage... The dvergr follows Kjell with a grim set to his jaw; ax and new shield at the ready...
The dvergr shoots a wicked grin at his oarmate; "Tími við geta blóðugr minn félagi"
Torgier shoots a grim wink at his oarmate Gromr, then taps his war ax like a faithful hund
Torgeir glares at the fishing vessel from his oar berth; : The blod-thirsty dvergr chuckles, and mutters to all nearby: "Feh. Der fiskr-folk svima djúpr! Let us see what meiðmar we may hreppa har-har-har!!"
From his seat Torgeir nods, chuckling grimly as he does; "The fiskr are the least of our æðra undir the veifa..."
As previously mentioned the pace right now is suiting me, still in the afterglow of the move but interwebbage won't be home and up until end of month (and work is crazy so snatching short posts when I can)
Torgeir casts his gaze skyward at the darkening clouds… : The dvergr shouts to his fellow vikingr with a grim smile playing across his blocky features; ”Har! Inn ægir may yet reyna our mestr foe…”
His berserkr rage ebbed, a weary Torgeir stands with Gromr and balefully looks upon the survivors with his ruined eye. The dvergr takes but a passing interest in the loot, considering the shield more than anything... "Feh. Elgr faðir... Hvar is he now! Eh!?" The reavr chuckles bluntly at the assembled villagers...
Torgeir grimly moves on the Smithy
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No interwebbage currently at new home (country living in Scotland!) and work is a beast presently, so Jarl VoV may have to bot me a wee while longer...
Torgeir grimaces at the rent wound, and attempts to return to compliment
Oh aye - great pity! Yer a hard Jarl VoV ;)
Just a heads up for my fellow vikingr and All Father DMVoV... moving hoose this week Wed/Thurs, but prep underway already - posting may suffer (dependent on work access) so if you need to move the plundering on, don't let the devrgr hold you up :)
The dvergr lands with a grunt and steps forward baying a grim smile at the assembled clergy of the qlfuss "Your banir have come klappa qlfuss..."
With a growl Torgeir barrels towards the heavy table ahead of him and attempts to clear it with a running leap; :
Torgeir bulls after the other vikingr and he too makes for one of the clergy of the Qlfuss; :
Hearing Úlfarr's words Torgeir barks a laugh; Aye, but der hundr should æðra der ulfr!"
As his laugh dies on the wind, the spark in Torgeir's eye ignites, glowing like a dull ember as he roars towards the figure infront of the kirk;
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Unaware or uncaring of the noise or sights around him, Torgeir begins a light jog towards the spire. When the first screams sound he grins maliciously and kisses his ax blade before breaking into a full sprint at their target;
Torgeir turns toward his fellows, with a hard look in his good eye; "Feh. When you drepa a hǫlðr, and leave a sonr, you sauma seeds of hefnd... The eik they grow is harðr... Mark min orðr..." The dvergr shrugs, not waiting for responses and moves swiftly towards the kirk as he begins to chew on a blod-red herb...
Torgeir now bear chested, skulks towards the unsuspecting town... steam slowly rises from his block like shoulders and a spark ignites in his good eye - causing it to glow in the gloom like a fledgling ember... Gromr troða his own gata... I like that in him. Will likely get him drepar mind...
The dvergr smiles grimly at his thought and the dinner table before the assembled vikingr... Between biting at his shield rim, the beserkr speaks in a hushed, harsh tone; "Mál tae get blóðugr boys! Hǫlðr, kvennalið or barn, skera them all down like a hveitiakr!"
DM: VoV: PS - can I retconn Torgeir's departure to include him unclipping his fur cloak before disembarking... as he does so the others can catch a glimpse that his good eye is starting to glow, and steam rises from his shoulders as the dvergr's inner fire ignites...
Torgeir edges forward, eyes both dead and living scrutinising their nearing prize: : Giving in to the inner beast willingly, the berserkr grimly smiles "Spire to the Nordvestr may have feitr coffers from these ósnjallr god uggar suðr-maðr chattel... We could bar and svíða the tavern with those within... Their pyre will be our sigr fire nei?"
: Keeping station Torgeir turns his thick neck and hisses to the assembled vikingr, pointing with his ax to what his eyes have ken; "I vita heimili-bruni... They may still yet be vaka..." With that the dvergr readies his ax and shield, easily riding the impact as the karvi beaches, then lowers himself into the water, surging through the shallows;
Torgeir gazes at the moonkissed waters with his baleful gaze; :
Torgeir grimly smiles at the take of blod und thunar; "The reavr dvergr's lund is well known... Lender at nicht, then slátra all abed or nei..."
The beserkr's one good eye glints menacingly bright as the blod-fyr within him is kindled...
Torgeir’s gaze scrutinizes the horizon and coastline. One clear eye, sharp and narrowed, whilst his ruined, milky orb gazes beyond and nowhere... Searching for signs of life, of settlement, of "civilisation"... With his atypical disgruntled tone the dvegr growls aloud; "Gæta for eimi fingr... Fjalldr eik... Vatn even.."
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Torgeir thinks then spits before speaking in his typically blunt fashion; "Hellir? Damn langshanks cannot auga in the myrkr, so Nord is nei good. The tribes und gypsy are villr, we may not hitta them... Find a feitr village I say..."
Torgeir impatiently adds; "Onward then..." The dvergr resumes point and trudges towards the village...
Sincere congrats Mark - glad mother and bairn are doing well. Now... whose up for a celebratory head-wetting??? :)
Torgeir casts a baleful eye over the scene; :
The dvergr grimly smiles while readying his ax; "Heh. Sure some of you langr-shanks have sunnan blod and will tala their mewing tunga..."
Upon hearing Kjell's words Torgeir grimly smiles back at the rest of the group, tapping his rune branded dead eye; "Feh. More's the pity nei?" He turns back to the trail and stalks onward...
Torgeir rubs his shoulder and cracks his neck before heading on point, grumbling as he goes; "Feh. Minn auga are kveykva by the hyrr in minn dvergr blod... Hirða
The berserkr spits and trudges onward...
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Torgeir eyes the closing coastline with his atypical stoic grimness. Muttering to his oarmate Grómr; "What do your auga ken? Min are still clouded by the Aptrgangr..." DMVoV: How's our dvergr feeling after the bite and 2 weeks on the sea???
Torgeir balefully casts his eyes, both weal and woe, towards the vessel; : "Osterkligr álfr? Feh." The dvergr spits dismissively over the side...
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