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 Posted: Thu Jun 09, 2016 8:27 pm
   Gerold Mortensson
"We sail to kill soft men in stone towers. I don't need confidence, I just need my axe." Gerold replied as he downed another drink. The men at the table had begun to lose themselves in their own conversations but Gerold did not mind. He was here to drink, eat, and see those who he would fight beside in the coming battle. That was all he needed to do tonight.
"The Great Destroyer"
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Posted: Sun Jul 24, 2016 7:37 pm
“Jorgen and Ingun decided to stay with the children tonight,” Ljufa replied plainly, not expecting an entire conversation to come of it. Astrid had struck up conversation Gerold, whose hunger for battle was ever plain to see, along with his tendency to insult plenty of the others that he’d bested. If anything, it motivated them: lack of battle prowess wasn’t anything worth whining about in Torsborg.
Isgerd was very pleased that Arnbjörn decided to acknowledge her. As any proud viking ought to be, she enjoyed recognition, and she smiled to show it. The mead was welcomed, too, a lovely honey liquor to put her mind at ease before they set sail. She grasped the drinking horn and took half down before gazing back up at him. “As they say, a drink and flattery goes a long way. What did you do today, aside from ready yourself for farewells?” Isgerd hadn’t really seen him much that day.
Quote: I totally forgot this existed. Oops.
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Posted: Sun Jul 24, 2016 9:05 pm
Kari was just watching the people mingle with others. Music had started to play and this was one of the many things she received from her mother. Not just the gift of song but also dance. She looked up briefly at her father and then slowly got up and headed to the floor. She began to twirl and leap listening to the music. She closed her eyes as a big smile crossed her face. It was really rare to her smile or even dance in public. She began to him to the tune as of her mother was there with here dancing and singing like when they did before she passed from this world. It had been a little different back then. She had been hardly able to walk but it always brought a smile to her face. She did not care if anyone was watching and even allowed a few men to dance with her. It was in moments like this that she did not have a care in the world.
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Posted: Sun Jul 24, 2016 9:38 pm
Arnbjörn would humor her with his answer. “I wrestled a troll this morning, or was it Little Skarf? I can’t tell the difference. Otherwise, I tended the fields and visited a few friends here and there.” He was about to ask her about her day, but he noticed the amount of dancers had increased and the volume of the music had risen, perhaps from the Jarl’s daughter indirectly encouraging the merry feasting hall. He’d have asked to join her, but it seemed some other village men had been giving her their attention. Instead, he turned to Isgerd. He smiled, set his empty drinking horn down, tilted his head to gesture towards the dancing crowd, and offered his hand. A good drink and a good dance always lightened his spirits.
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Posted: Mon Jul 25, 2016 8:26 pm
Without a word, Isgerd finished what remained of her mead and took his hand to follow him into the dancing crowd. While she wasn’t as known for her dancing as Ingun, she was actually the greatest of the three in that respect. It was a dance he offered and a dance she would do, proceeding to pace forward and join the circle of dancers. With a pleasant smile on her face, she walked forward, set her hands to her hips and moved her feet according to the music. She clicked her heels, stepped ahead, then leaned forward with her left shoulder, pulled back, twirled, extended her hand, but kept her elbow partly bent as her palm met his, proceeding forward in unison.
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Posted: Mon Jul 25, 2016 9:36 pm
Kari was having fun. She had to step away to catch her breath. She was off to the side watching Arnjörn and Isgerd dancing, when a drunk man had asked her to dance she accepted thinking it would be harmless. They got on to the dance floor and started to dance. He stepped on her feet multiple times and made her trip a few times. She ended up insisting they stop but he would not have it so Kari began to walk away. The man grabbed her wrist really hard and would not let her go. He started to pull her to the dance floor though she struggled. "Let me go. I am tired and want to take a break." The man continued to not listen and it seemed like no one would help her so she matters into her own hand which she was not use to doing. She closed her hand into a fist and sent it flying hitting him in the nose. The man let her go and backed away stunted holding his now bloody nose. "I told I was done." She walked in a different direction holding her hand which had started to swell just a little bit and she could not open her hand and one of her knuckles was split. She found herself back in the chair near her father.
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Posted: Thu Aug 04, 2016 8:39 pm
Arnbjörn nodded approvingly as Isgerd swayed lively. Their hands met, allowing them to move in a circular motion together. However, someone had fallen back a bit and bumped his back, the man whom had been punched. “Careful, friend, we mustn’t grow too rowdy now.” He wasn’t surprised something happened; plenty of drunks at a feast. Arnbjörn then returned his attention to Isgerd and urged her to continue their dance and have everyone forget and move on from what they’d seen. Come tomorrow, many of them would be separated from their families so that the raids could occur.
Jorundr gazed over with his daughter apparently making a scene by striking a man’s face. The Jarl hadn’t seen why, since he was speaking to an attendee prior to the display. He shook his head in disappointment, not necessarily at just his daughter, but the situation itself. This was not what he needed right then, but he was still concerned for his daughter. “You should find Athild and have her see to your hand,” he instructed.
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Posted: Thu Aug 04, 2016 9:16 pm
Her face didn’t express much, but Ljufa had indeed been paying attention. She hadn’t danced, not because she didn’t want to, but that she was a little disappointed her husband wasn’t present. When the scene occurred, she felt Kari was mostly in the right; some drunken fool who couldn’t take no for an answer had it coming. Although, Ljufa herself probably would’ve just shoved him rather than punching him. It was only for a dance, after all, so it felt like overreacting.
Isgerd didn’t dwell on it, since it was none of her business, so when Arnbjörn urged them to continue without speaking a word, she was cooperative. It would take a few moments, but when they found common ground, it wasn’t that hard to pick up where they left off. “It’s nice to have a partner who isn’t tripping on his feet,” she said, attempting the break the ice. He was sober, she was sober; they weren’t a hazard ready to fall over, though he’d make a lovely landing spot. As of tonight, he’d made a good impression, what with flattery, a drink, and a dance.
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Posted: Fri Aug 05, 2016 9:21 pm
Kari looked at her hand and then at her father. She slowly got up curtsied in front of her father as a sign of respect. She then left to go find Athild. Hopefully this did not take long a part of her wanted to go back to the party to sit next to her father but her hand hur really bad and it had started to bruise a little bit. The first place she checked was the barn. She thought that Athild was usually there around this time. She tried to move her hand to where it was comfortable but as she did she felt a throbbing sharp pain hit and she winced she wanted to be done with each pain. This made her move faster to the barn.
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Posted: Wed Sep 28, 2016 12:49 pm
Surely enough, Athild was, in fact, sitting with her father beside a small fire inside the barn. The sight of her friend’s apparently bruised hand urged her to stand up and approach her. “What happened to you?” she asked, concerned. Naturally, she found herself gazing at the hand, trying to comprehend the damage. A split knuckle, yes, that seemed to be the case. “Would you like me to bind it for you?” If she could just find fabrics to fasten her hand still, given time, the hand would heal.
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Posted: Wed Sep 28, 2016 2:36 pm
Kari sighed. "Lets just say that a drunk man won't be able to breath from his nose for a while. He would not take no for an answer so I gave him my fist." She tried to straighten her hand out but only winced at the pain. "He would not let go of me and he was hurting me. I wonder if I did the right thing or not." All she could do was nodded her head when Athild asked if she wanted her hand bonded. She looked over to Athild's father. She was not one to ignore when an elder was in the room even when she was in pain. "How are you fairing sir." She did not believe that she was higher than anyone and he was the father of her friend so she had to show some kind of respect.
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Posted: Wed Jun 21, 2017 7:40 pm
 Inkeri
Mood: Indifferent Company: [x] OOC: [x] The sound of hooves crunching against fresh grass filled Inkeri's ears as she rode Syn toward the Mead Hall of Jorundr Arfastsson, the Jarl of Torsborg. Rations were extremely low, and she was in search of a purpose to fulfill. As she approached the hall, sounds of music filled the air, causing her to roll her eyes. It was just an instinct. Inkeri dismounted her lovely horse and tied the reigns to a post outside the entrance, not that she was worried. Syn usually only heeled to her. The woman reached into a saddlebag, pulling out a furball by its scruff. She straightened her cloak, which gave her some sort of decency in regards to her attire. After cracking her neck, Inkeri pushed open the heavy doors with ease, entering the establishment with her head high. While she could see a handful of warriors, she found herself mostly surrounded by commonfolk who lack the ability to even hold a steady sword.
Inkeri sought the quickest route to the man sitting at the head of the merriment, walking directly through the crowd of dancing drunkards. Once she stood face to face with the one-eyed man, she bowed her head respectively. "I am Inkeri, please accept this token for your hospitality." She presented him with the puppy, a norwegian elkhound who could be raised capable of hunting the largest of game. She'd won the dog in a game of drink and had to personal use of the beast. She had heard that the Jarl of this town was to lead a raid, something that would give her an opportunity to provide for herself for several months in she was lucky. "I am here to offer my services in your upcoming pillage. If my name carries not the proof of my abilities, then I offer to prove myself against any one of these warriors in your great hall." She was straightforward, disinterested in pleasant conversation.
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Posted: Wed Jun 21, 2017 8:06 pm
As a gift was presented, the Jarl took it upon himself to stand from his seat and inspect it, managing a small smile at the animal’s mannerisms. He wasn’t displeased, and as he spoke, his voice came with a polite tone. “Sometimes the famous come to us. Sometimes men and women come to us to seek their fame. It makes no difference. You’ve come bearing a gift, too. Who am I to deny you the chance to prove yourself? I wish you good luck in the raids to come, Inkeri. You may have your fill of the feast. Come tomorrow, you sail for England.” While the feast was obviously to feed the raiders, it also showed the others who would be going. If she made herself known among the others, she wouldn’t need to identify herself simply to board the ships tomorrow. After all, dancing and feasting was memorable enough; plenty were sobered enough to remember a face if they were given the proper introductions. Jorundr himself was satisfied if his people were happy.
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Posted: Wed Jun 21, 2017 8:22 pm
Inkeri
Mood: Indifferent Company: [x] OOC: [x] Inkeri bowed her head again in thanks to the battle-worn man before her before turning on her heels to find herself a seat away from the masses in the corner. She wasn't a people person in the least. The wandering woman accepted a large mug of mead and took a large gulp. Her eyes scanned the crowd, wholly uninterested in the festivities. But extremely piqued by the food before her. She began to feed herself, filling her body with the nutrients offered to her. Inkeri saw so many people before her who shared the same features as she, with the same thirst for riches, but she was an outsider. A stranger among her own kind of warrior. She cracked her neck once again before taking another gulp of mead. For the next several months, these people were stuck having to deal with her. How sad for them....
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Posted: Wed Jun 21, 2017 8:51 pm
He laughed at the thought of being like the other tipsy men. Arnbjörn had to admit he was almost there, however. “I’m a drink away from being drunk, so you caught me at a good time,” he replied, peering down at his feet for a moment to make sure they were in-sync, which they were. Isgerd was an excellent partner. “You’re ready to dance as always, but the question is, are you ready to fight? We’ll be away for a while. I can count on you, yes?” After all, there was a lot of trust that needed to be invested in others to make sure such a raid went smoothly. It would be the first time the Norwegians would go at their own accord, having joined up with other Scandinavians in the past, but now going exclusively with their own bunch to loot and pillage the English coast.
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