An important part of every Jarl’s estate, Jorundr’s Mead Hall serves as a location frequented by his people for feasts, a place of commerce where the people of Torsborg may celebrate.
Posted: Thu Mar 31, 2016 8:38 pm
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Jorundr settled in the Mead Hall of his Longhouse, seeing as many were due to arrive soon enough to dine with the warriors before they traveled away to England. He sat atop in his chair, which was the equivalent to the throne since it was separate of the tables, allowing him to simply sit back as his people could socialize amongst themselves. With the food set and servants tending to those present, the feasting could begin. It wasn’t long before the Mead Hall was met with music, laughter, and the like. He remained seated, a drinking horn in his right hand.
Making his way into the Mead Hall, Kodran let a small grin touch his lips at the site of celebration. It was not often that he came into the village for more than a few hours and he truly enjoyed seeing the Village folk happy.
Picking his way through the crowd of people, the hunter found his way before Jorundr. Bowing his head, Kodran removed the large pack from his shoulders and laid it before the Jarl.
"My Jarl, I bring you a gift of the finest furs that I have collected over the last two Moons." Kodran, as many knew, was a man of few words. Jorundr would also know this, as Kodran had become known as one of the best hunters within his lands.
Santiago Campos
Apologies if I overstepped with anything in this post.
Posted: Fri Apr 01, 2016 8:10 pm
TheHelmsman13
Jorundr was inherently pleased to see the elusive but well-received Kodran. In fact, he stood up from his seat and set his hand over the woodsman’s shoulder and gave him a rare smile. To say the least, the Jarl had a rough afternoon, particularly with his daughter’s unwelcomed absence. “The forest has surrendered you to us at last, and you return with gifts of fine furs. With great thanks, I say to thee, not as your jarl, but as your friend, to join in the feast and be as merry as you can be.” Jorundr extended his other hand to the table closest to himself, a seat ready. Kodran was easily one of the more likeable people of Torsborg; he played his part yet kept his independence, traits a man like himself could respect.
Kodran, keeping his usual silence, gave a slight bow to Jorundr in answer to his compliments and offer to stay. Taking the empty seat the Jarl had indicated, the Hunter poured himself a horn of mead and took a large gulp. As he drank, those around him greeted the man and he began to share in the merriment and excitement of the feast.
Santiago Campos
Posted: Fri Apr 15, 2016 8:12 am
Kari entered the Mead hall in her green flowing dress with long flowing sleeves. Her hair was braided and pinned up at the nape of her neck. She held her head up high though she did not feel that way. The room got quiet as she walked towards her father. She looked just like her mother the spitting image in fact. Soon she came up to her father and curtsied in front of him. "Sorry I am late father." She waited for him to acknowledge her if he was. He probably was still quite mad about her little disappearing act earlier that day. She took a deep breath. She was feeling a bit awkward with everyone staring at her she did not like it or at least not keen on it.
Jorundr seemed indifferent at her arrival, but really he was pleased. “You are here now, are you not?” He then gestured for her to take the seat not too far from his throne, the reason being that she could be plain to see for her suitors. It was, after all, a feast of good tidings to the warriors who’d participate in the latest raid, so a suitor was bound to be among them. Jorundr chose not to reveal their names to her, so that the interactions didn’t feel forced.
Now that the feast had commenced and others poured in, Arnbjörn arrived, and he would make an entrance, entering a bit suddenly and then pausing as his fellow warriors called out his name. He was, after all, a well-received. He, Ljufa, Gerold, and Astrid were among the most famous of the warriors, and he was always glad to participate in the feasts, full of his brothers-in-arms, and mead, too.
Arnbjörn would politely greet their host, first, simply to be polite, so he approached the Jarl. “Jorundr, a great many thanks to allow us this magnificent feast. I’ll return bearing gifts for you, that much I’ll say.” He always liked to be in good tidings with the Jarl; he was one of his retainers, after all. He then turned to Kari, extending his greetings to her, completed by a friendly smile. “I’m astonished to see you here, but at least now I can offer you a kindness. Is there anything of interest you would like me to bring for you?” Now, the thing about the raids were that no one was entitled to give their spoils to the Jarl; what a man took was his own, but Jorundr was good to his people, and they in turn did so anyway.
Posted: Sat Apr 30, 2016 11:10 pm
Kari took a seat where her father motioned for her to sit. For the most part she did not pay attention to what was going on until Arnbjörn came to greet her father first offering to bring back gifts from the raid then offered her kindness by offering to bring her back something as well. "I wish nothing more than to have everyone return safely back to our village with success. Though I do love rare flowers I will not ask you to go out of your way to bring such things to please me." She gave a small smile but nothing other than that.
Ljufa arrived soon after Arnbjörn, Isgerd not too far behind her. Ingun remained behind to babysit her brood so Ljufa could attend the feast. As she walked in, she gave a glance at Arnbjörn, though not too long, since her attention shifted over to Kodran. It appeared he returned from his recent hunt. He was gone for an extended period, similarly to her spouse; they shared the same profession, after all. Ljufa imagined their lives would be easier. It had recently turned to spring, so game would be more plentiful, a bountiful time for those on the hunt. Her only hunt would be brief, one for mead. After grabbing a tankard of mead on the table, she addressed him by name, “Kodran.” It was merely to get his attention.
Posted: Sun May 08, 2016 7:39 pm
Gerold Mortensson
Gerold sat at a table full of the men from the port. They seemed bruised but he had certainly not broken them given the festive mood they maintained now. He and the men at his table raised a glass to the Jarl, for in his name they would pillage. Then, Gerold downed his glass and filled it again. He made no move to ask the Jarl what gift he wanted as Gerold knew what he wold return with. A stone, one stone from the first wall they climbed. One stone soaked in the blood of the first man he killed. It was difficult to ensure that he soaked the stone in the blood of the first man he killed but he always made sure it was one of the first ten men he killed and generally, he killed them with the stone. It was what he always brought back. Well that, and some gold.
It wouldn’t have been too farfetched to bring a young lady some flowers, but the issue with that was that flowers wouldn’t survive the long trip back, that much was common sense, though seeds, however, were a different story. “I’ll see what I can do,” he replied as he backed away, showing a bit of enthusiasm. As he said, he would see. He didn’t exactly have a keen eye for flowers when raiding, more so things of value, but he would try.
He turned his attention to the two sisters, Ljufa and Isgerd, and then Gerold, who amusingly sat with the people he’d bruised up earlier in the day. He lifted his chin briefly at Gerold as a silent way of greeting him without approach, the reason being he intended to approach someone else. Arnbjörn decided to approach Isgerd this time around, seeing as she was often overlooked in the company of Ljufa. Without her really needing to ask, he fetched a drinking horn and held one out for her. “A lass with a good sword hand needs a good drink in it, too,” he complemented. Appreciation never hurt, and he was sure Isgerd would appreciate being recognized once in awhile.
Astrid had been one of the last to arrive at the Jarl's feast, due to a heated argument with Nanna back at their home just before. The older girl had insisted that her dear sister remain home for the evening, and getting her to stay put had taken quite a long time. At that, Astrid still wasn't completely convinced the girl would do as she was told, however by this point she had done all she could do. Upon her arrival, Astrid's first move was to greet the Jarl himself, as was most attendee's. "Jorundr." She said with a very slight bow of her head. "As always, we are truly grateful to our gracious host for seeing us off in such a lavish fashion." The girl added very sincerely. She meant every word of it. She also had no gifts for the man just yet, but she planned to bring news of great success upon their return, just as she was sure the others did.
After her acknowledgement of the Jarl, Astrid greeted Arnbjörn and then her dear friend Ljufa, taking up a tankard of her own and raising it with a smile towards the other woman. "Just you and Isgerd this evening?" Astrid noticed, though she was sure she knew the reasoning already. As she spoke, she also gave Isgerd a smile of acknowledgement, though it seemed Arnbjörn had already taken the girl's attention.
Once this was done, Astrid moved to complete her rounds with Gerold, who she had yet to bid a good evening. As he seemed the only one of them not already occupied, the shield-maiden chose to slip into the seat beside the male with her mead as well. "It seems the Jarl has outdone himself once again." She stated, referring of course to the feast. Looking around at the rest of the company of Gerold's table, she noticed that the men were all rather beaten down in their appearance. "Been practicing, have we?"
Gerold returned the slight nod to Jorundr before turning his attention to Astrid as she approached him. He let out a slight laugh at her statement. "And with this feast he has earned my loyalty in our next raid!" Gerold jested as if a poor feast would mean an end of his fighting. Nothing but death would end his fights. "As for these oafs, I'd wouldn't call it practicing." Practicing implied something was done to make you better at something, Gerold felt no better a fighter now than he did before he crushed the others at his table. Then again, it was all a perspective thing in the end. Some would say he'd improved, others would not.
Astrid laughed as well before taking a few gulps from her cup of mead, knowing full well that nothing would stop Gerold from letting the rest of them have all of the glory. "I'm sure he was terribly concerned." The female joked back at him, before he replied to her comment on the other men at the table. "I'm sure it was nothing more than flicking off flies to you." She then agreed with a smirk. Astrid herself was quite strong as well, but she knew there was no way she would be able to take things to the level that he did and not exhaust herself or become seriously injured. She could take on a number of ordinary fighters, but that was as far as her own skill went. Astrid finished off her cup before taking another and speaking again. "I sincerely hope you'll bring that level of confidence into battle." Not that he didn't always.
It was not that Kari wanted rare flowers for she really did not really care if she got them or not. She watched more people entered and acknowledged her father. She really did not see anyone that struck her fancy to were she would want to marry them. She was offered drinks but she declined all times she was not one drink which was something her mother hardly did. She had a little pouch of water that she kept with her and she was drinking from that. It was a trick her mother had taught her when she was young. She was still quite young when her mother died but she still remembered those days that were spent together. She looked to her father to see if he was enjoying himself.
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