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Just something different. And I don't quite feel like rping 40k I almost wanted to do fantasy but meh.

Your a Viking from Norway on a raiding party to England. Basic enough story eh?

Please post your character description if your interested before we start.

Rouk Shadowbrand

Eye's blue

Hair blonde

Has a Chainmail shirt with a greataxe and wool clothing underneath. With a braided beard.

Occupation- Was farmer before started his first raid.

I'll join later.

lord of the ghosts wrote:I'll join later.

Damnit!!! I forgot to join, sorry Shadowbrand.
A poet, this viking is the kindist, yet only without his blade.
Only brown-haried viking,
Dark blue haze eyes,
He is the son of shadowbrand (Is this okay with you?)
If that's okay, I'll let you name him.

Very well. But 2 isn't crew

Wonder if scout or EF will join in.

Awesome!! Please EF, join!

Eyjolfur One-Eye. Dispossessed chief. A massive man with shaggy red hair and heavy-braided whiskers he could tuck into his belt. Circling ravens are tatooed around his right eye, which is clouded over. His only goal is the western shore . . .

Jurf the rat a scrawny lil runt that has a completly bald head and large pointy nose and ears and a brace of daggers and leather armor

yay we can start?

lord of the ghosts wrote:yay we can start?

no, im joining too

leroy jekins

Eye's hazel

Hair brown braided

Has leather armor with wool underneath (you can never be too warm) his weapons are two short swords, and some small daggers attached to my belt

Occupation- well, he was a butcher, chopping up meat, which is why he carries the tools of his trade with him.

Ok, pardon the delay mates I thought this was all but forgetten.

But I will start!!

-Shadowbrand stared at the atlantic in his seemingly small longboat-

Eyjolfur, his first mate stood almost almost asleep.

Eyjolfur. My friend -shakes him-

As his friend awoke he gave him a teasing grin from his blonde beard.

"Even my son Jouni is still awake!"
-cackling laugh-

"Can I be blamed if this wave-treading bores me?" Eyjolfur yawned. When he stretched mightily he stood as tall as a great shaggy bear and his shadow darkened most of that sleek boat's long deck. "Unlike you, Shadowbrand, I never stooped behind the plow to sew my sweat in the furrowed earth. What is this vessel but a plow pushed through the sea?"

He spat into the spray heavily, with evident contempt. Shadowbrand knew this red-maned giant had been a noble once, a ring-giver with his own hall of many stout benches where warriors toasted his skill at arms and generosity. Betrayed and dispossessed by his own kinsmen he had eked out his way since. Sometimes a bandit, sometimes a warlord--always a killer, as he was raised from a whelp to be. Eyjolfur had been a proud man and, by turns, a desperate one.

"No, by my Raven Eye, I have no patience to wait on star and cloud. I have always been a wolf stalking the edges of that plowed, sweat-sewn field. I am not content save when my teeth are red with the life's blood of my prey. Not until my enemies' steaming gore is strewn about the ground for the crows."

He paused, seeing Shadowbrand grimace. Eyjolfur leaned down close to the blond man and pointed to his remaining clear eye. "That's all there is to this breathing world, as I've seen with this. Unless you mean to find us a new world?" The giant reared back, a deep growl of mirth gurgling in his throat. His face split into a jagged grin and he laughed aloud as he turned to face the distant western horizon. "A new world!"

Alas. But here my friend I must tell you my story as you told yours.

I was born a Thrall with only the name "Rouk" as I was the biggest boy on the lumber camp. -looks at the great diffrence in height between him and his friend-

At one point yes...

But one faithful day raiders from a rival clan killed the foreman and most of the workers, I escaped.

I later met my wife Freya and later she bore young Jouni.

And I may very well offer a new world. Beyond this damned blue sea is a whole world not a frozen one. A one full of fat lazy sheep for us to feed upon.

Do you know of what kind of sheep I speak of Eyjolfur?

-A wicked grin covered the smaller norsemans face-

"Verily," he roared. But the redmane's face suddenly grew blank and his clear eye seemed to look inward. "The Old Ash Man is upon me, seeing through me and with me seeing into him."

In the wake of his fall, Eyjolfur had learned the runes. Treacherous kin had taken him after mortally wounding him and hung him upside down from a tree where he swung nine nights. In the moonlight of the ninth night, the starving and more than half dead chief was cut down by a hunter's stray arrow. The hunter approached to collect the game but found instead the near-corpse of Eyjolfur.

That good hunter carried Eyjolfur back to his lodge and healed him. In the delirium of his ordeal, the redmane spoke with a hooded man who had but one eye. This man offered to teach Eyjolfur the runes for the price of his eye and the redmane accepted. When he finally awoke in the hunter's lodge, he could see only out of one eye. The hunter informed him that the other was now as white as milk throughout and that the socket was wreathed in deep bruises.

Eyjolfur told the hunter of his vision and the hunter considered it, finally telling the redmane that the hooded man was Odin, who had also swung wounded from a tree for nine nights to learn the runes. And since that day, Eyjolfur could feel Odin, the Old Ash Man, see through his milky eye. And in these moments, Eyjolfur might look inward with the eye that remained his own to briefly glimpse a portent.

"I see a black bladed dagger stuck into a tree. A man pulls at it but has not the strength to budge it. He looks about in fear but pulls and pulls vainly on that dagger."

Rouk pondered "Is this a bad omen?"

The cold sea roared as land was seen in the very distance.

Jurf was not a very superstits and was not like other Viking he was a sneaky devil and was not usely use on the front line he was usely use to cause terror.

The boat is turned over by a violent wave.

You wake up on a shore.

Rouk is nowhere to be found.

jurf woke up soaked and cold and missing his daggers and hood
"Ah hell my daggers are missing If i find out who toke them im going to killem"

Weapons lie scattered all over. Your comrades begin to awake and join you as they search for the entire crew.

Shagga wakes up. Shagga picks up a battle axe. Hmm... good axe! and another axe right next to it! hmm... weapons lying around. Shagga brushes the snot and blood and food from his shaggy head and looks around for a third axe. If two axes are better than one, then three must be better than two! Counting was never his strongpoint but he knew that much at least. So where's the captain he wonders...

Damn that boat!!
Jouni woke with a frown.
(OOC:awesome name Shadowbrand, I can't think of anything to post.)

Shagga cannot find the captain either. He sees other disoriented crewmen. Shagga knows them not, for he is often shunned or laughed at because of his particularly bad odors, general idiocy, and loud belches. Somewhat abashedly, he approaches the one he thinks may in charge, wiping more food from his hair as he steps up. "Maybe we should build a fire and find some meat? I can find meat well enough. And what happened to the ale?"

WHERES THE ALE!? bellows shagga, with an axe in each hand. He stumbles off, reasizing that it is right where he left it. One cask. Shagga cares not for weight... that should be easy enough. Hrumph. Now, how do I carry both axes still? wonders Shagga