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Ok ... I know this was a good idea in other large games as a quick reference to the night results and lynch sermons.
Andres will deleted all entires not posted by me in this thread.
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Round 1
The entourages of the rulers of the Norse world were greeted by a young man at Alþingi, Iceland. He introduced himself as the law speaker of Alþingi (Althing) and that he would conduct this session at Althing. The Kings all came to the centre where this young and handsome man stood. There was a strange light in the eyes of this young man, wisdom and the weight of the world radiated from them.
The young man raised his voice when all had arrived.
“Welcome Kings and other noble men, sons and daughters of Kings and noble men, the men and women in service of Kings and noble men, soldiers and others. Time is pressing and we are gathered here to settle a dispute between two Kingdoms. The rulers in these two kingdoms are here. Additionally other rulers from all around the Northern world are here to give of their wisdom in this dispute. Is this correct?”
There was unison clap of “Correct” from his audience.
“Good” said the young man. “Form camps in a semi circle around where I stand with the two kingdoms in dispute at the farthest ends”.
The rulers didn’t know each other by face and this was what was wanted. The Kings would walk, sleep and dine with their commoners, because at Althing all were equal. Also this would avoid the Kings being targeted and killed in their sleep by lawbreakers. It was against the law to murder when in session at Althing. Other petty disputes could be solved with a Holmgang.
At a stone nearby, a text were found. Who had written it nobody knew.
When the Norse members of the entourages walked by, they sensed power emitting from it.
The text reads:
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The Game has begun…
I will now run your names through the assignment tool and roles will be picked for each and everyone of you.
When you get your PM and if your role needs to send me a PM, You have until tomorrow at 20:00 GMT to send it (deadline)
Spend this next 24 hours to familiarize yourself with the roles and get to know your companions.
I will be in the chat when I have finished the role assignments and sent all 36 pms.
Good Luck People!
please remove this Andres..
Night phase completed.
The men and women from the Norse kingdoms that had come to Alþingi Iceland, had travelled far and were weary after the long journey. They had followed the young law speaker’s instruction and had built camps in a half circle around the centre of the Thing.
When they had finished, they mingled with the others sharing the latest gossip from their end of the world.
Mead was brought out and the travel weariness was soon forgotten. Laughter was heard in all the camps and warriors and noble men all walked between the camps sharing stories of bravery in war campaigns and detailed stories with easy women that they had met on foreign soil.
Night time approached and drunken men tried to find their way back to their sleeping mats. A few lingered at the campfires and shared a skin of mead or two or three.
Twilightblade was one of them and he never noticed the little man who passed him the mead skin. After drinking deeply he felt rather drowsy. “I guess I need to find my mat and get some sleep”, he told the others. It was hard to find where he had put his gear and it took some trial and error, with following curses from sleeping men getting a boot on a foot or a hand. He finally found a place and slumped hard to the ground. Oh how wonderful it was to close his eyes. The darkness that closed around him felt comforting and he embraced it. Suddenly he felt the ground jolting below him and he opened his eyes. He was no longer sleeping on the ground. The ground rushed below him and his face was full of sweet smelling golden hair. He looked up and into the back of a young and apparently beautiful woman. “Ah there you are handsome.” She turned and he looked right into a pair of the most beautiful blue eyes he had ever seen. “I am taking you home, handsome. Please hold me, I am rather cold”. Twilightblade grabbed the lithe body in front of him and wished this ride would never end.
***
The men of Jorvik were in full panoply when they found one of their warriors with an eternal smile frozen on his face, lying on the ground.
How could someone just die without having been slain in battle? This was not some old creep at the end of his days. They spoke of evil magic and dark forces and leaving this obviously Jotun infested place. Their uproar woke the other camps and it was not too long before they all marched purposefully to the law speaker, demanding some action.
The young man with the not so young eyes asked to see the dead body. The men of Jorvik brought him forth and the young law speaker took a quick look into the dead eyes of Twilightblade and opened his mouth. The young man took a quick sniff and stood up.
“This man was killed”, he proclaimed. A poison took this man’s life and my bet is that someone among us are guilty of this.
This is in breach of the laws of such a meeting. The law says that blood must be paid with blood. This is your laws and I guess you want to follow it?”
The crowd answered in unison that the law must be followed.
The law speaker took a long breath and continued, “You must return here later with a name of the person you believe have done this deed. This person will then be sacrificed to meet the demand of justice. A murder has been done and a murder will have to pay for it.”
The men of Jorvik nodded their appraisals and gave a few suggestions right there in the throng of men. “It must be one of the Norwegians, they obviously dislike our kind”.
“Return with the name”, the young man continued. “But be democratic about it. Each will cast a vote for a candidate. The candidate with the most votes will be the one who pays the price to meet justice’s demand”.
The young man turned his back on the crowd and marched towards a nearby hill. He did not like this at all. Why would someone dear to kill at an Althing? Were they ignorant of the laws? This could very well evolve to a blood bath before they had settled this dispute between Haakon Jarl of Norway and Harald Bluetooth of Denmark.
Killed:
Twilightblade (N1)
Living:
Andres
Caius
CountArach
Craterus
Crazed Rabbit
discovery1
El Diablo
Eliit Tuhkur
FactionHeir
Fenring
Gaius Scribonius Curio
GeneralHankerchief
glyphz
Husar
Ichigo
Kagemusha
Kukrikhan
LittleGrizzly
makaikhaan
Motep
Omanes Alexandrapolites
pevergreen
Privateerkev
Proletariat
Quintus.J.Cicero
Rythmic
Sarathos
scottishranger
Seamus Fermanagh
shlin28
TevashSzat
TinCow
Tratorix
Warmaster Horus
woad&fangs
Start voting people ...
Voting will end at 2000 GMT Sunday the 10th of August (Deadline).
Round 1 completion.
The sun was past its summit when representatives of the kingdoms came climbing up the hill to the young law speaker. They looked confident and the one called Kukrikhan gave the tally to him. “I see you have reached a conclusion”. He looked at the top of the list and the name written there. “This is the man you believe is the responsible for Twilightblade’s death?” The men just nodded. “Very well, let’s descend to the others and get this over with”.
They walked together down the hill where the retinues of the kingdoms waited. One man was bound and stood proud in front of the others. The law speaker walked up to him. “Who are you?” the man didn’t answer. “I guess I asked wrongly. What do they call you?” the man smiled and answered: “They call me CountArach”. The law speaker looked closely into the man’s eyes. “You have been voted guilty by the rest of the people. Do you have anything to say?” The man stood still and uttered not another word.
“Very well, I am sorry I have to do this, but it is your law and has been for as long as the first Thing. You need to die so that your blood can pay for the deed done here last night. Blood for blood. It has been your ways since Odin gave you this law”. The man smiled and nodded. “I need a volunteer that will act as executioner.” One man came forward: “I volunteer”.
The law speaker took a good look at the volunteer. “You are sure you want to do this? Killing a man in cold blood is not easy”. That received a roar of laughter from the crowd.
One of the battle grizzled North men that stood close slapped the young law speaker on the back. “I guess you haven’t seen much fighting in your life, young man.
The crowd was seething with mirth and many gave the young man pitying looks.
“Never mind”, said the young law speaker. “Continue with the procedure, I guess you know what to do”. “Yes, I do” said the volunteer executioner. The volunteer walked slowly up to CountArach and stood before him. He leaned over and the crowd knew he was about the whisper the ritual words, but instead he said: “I know who you are old man, this time it is me who wins”. CountArach’s eyes widened and before he could react, the volunteer had pierced the mortal guise of CountArach with a sword and the life force quickly drained from him.
The crowd cheered and the law speaker asked which Kingdom CountArach did belong to. The men of the kingdoms all looked at each other and shrugged. “You mean to say that no one here knew this guy?” Again the crowd shrugged. “That is odd. We should prepare the pyres and send these men to the worlds beyond”.
The men of the kingdoms took the two bodies and carried them outside the thing where they built two pyres.
As the sun settled, the smoke from the pyres was still silently stretching towards the sky.
The law speaker hoped they could start the business he was meant to attend to here at Althing.
***
CountArach found himself walking on a fine path towards a large building. The people he met bowed in reverence and looked to the ground. He barely noticed as he pondered the latest event. That executioner at the Thing, was he the one he suspected? If so, Midgard was in dire trouble.
From a tree next to the building he heard the ‘Kra’ from some birds. CountArach smiled. It was after all good to be home.
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You may commence the challenges for next round's Holmgang.
Remember the six first challenges will be the candidates for the actual duel.
Tally:
CountArach: 6 (Andres, glyphz, Husar, Kukrikhaan, Privateerkev, Warmaster H )
makaikhaan : 4 (CountA, CR, Fenring, TevashSzat)
Warmaster : 4 (disco, makaikhaan, Prole, TinCow)
pevergreen: 2 (Omanes, Seamus)
Sarathos : 2 (Caius, pever)
shlin28 : 2 (El Diablo, scottishranger)
Privateerkev: 2 (Ichigo, Sarathos)
Craterus: 1 (Quintus)
FactionHeir:1 (shlin28)
GeneralHankerchief: 1 (Eliit Tuhkur)
Kagemusha 1: (FH)
Kukrikhan 1: (Gaius)
Motep 1 : (w&f)
TevashSzat: 1 (LittleGrizzly)
Tratorix 1: (Rythmic)
Crazed Rabbit 1: (Craterus)
glyphz 1: (Kage)
Abstained : 1 (GH)
Did not vote : 2 (Motep, Tratorix)
Killed: (1)
Twilightblade (N1)
Lynched: (1)
CountArach
Living: (34)
Andres
Caius
Craterus
Crazed Rabbit
discovery1
El Diablo
Eliit Tuhkur
FactionHeir
Fenring
Gaius Scribonius Curio
GeneralHankerchief
glyphz
Husar
Ichigo
Kagemusha
Kukrikhan
LittleGrizzly
makaikhaan
Motep
Omanes Alexandrapolites
pevergreen
Privateerkev
Proletariat
Quintus.J.Cicero
Rythmic
Sarathos
scottishranger
Seamus Fermanagh
shlin28
TevashSzat
TinCow
Tratorix
Warmaster Horus
woad&fangs
Pms people. Deadline: Monday 11th August at 2000 GMT
Round 2
The crowd were still a little agitated for not knowing which Kingdom CountArach belonged to. They even went as far as accusing each other for lying. “Surely that bastard was a Norwegian”, someone said. “In your dreams flat head, even a nursing child could have seen he was a Dane. The stink was on him”.
Some of the Swea people started chuckling. That was too much for Kukrikhan. “You talk like your mother, that sweet mountain goat I ran into the last time I visited your mountain”. makaikhaan was already worked up. “You speak of goats, valley rat, but do you even have a manhood that reaches that far up? Because your legs must have died trying to get past the first 100 yards on that mountain. We all know you can’t climb worth spit”. *spits*
Kukrikhan answered: “You must have fallen down from that mountain and cracked your head, trying to manoeuvre that wit of yours. It is leaking out your behind leaving a trail were daisies grow”. That was the final straw for makaikhaan. “Show me strength of arm were your mouth is weak”. He was about to draw sword when some of his companions grabbed him and held him down. The law speaker was moving towards the commotion and when he saw makaikhaan with the sword drawn and pinned to the ground, he knew this called for action. “Alright, the law speaks against continuing any blood feuds or the like at Althing. However, broken honour can be settled by Holmgang. If two men enter the Holme with the intent of settling a score, it is settled by the result. Families and kin can’t carry on the feud. Is this understood?” The onlookers agreed. The young law speaker could see that murder was in the eyes of both makaikhaan and Kukrikhan. “I take it these two men would want to fight such a Holmgang?” the two men grunted agreeable sounds. “Ok, since there are no Holme in this area, we will make a circle in the crowd for the men to fight in”. The throng of men formed a circle around makaikhan and Kukrikhan. Two wooden shields were thrown on the ground and makaikhaan and Kukrikhaan each took one. They were both of equal size. Both had their blade in hand and hatred lighted their eyes.
makaikhaan makes the first move and swings a heavy blow towards Kukri’s head. Kukri deflects and catches the full force of the blade on the shield. A loud crack is heard as the shield is visibly weakened. Kukri retaliates with an underhand swing trying to catch makai in the unprotected sword hand armpit. makai are just able to swing the shield round and deflects Kukri’s sword, but the word bounce off and nicks makai’s elbow.
makai is in trouble as he loses some of his arm strength. Kukri sees his opportunity and rams makai with the half broken shield.
makai falls and Kukri in his blood lust follow the falling motion with the tip of his sword and puts his whole weight into it. As makai hits the ground, Kukri’s sword pierces makai’s torso. The fight is as fast over as it started, with makai lying on the ground. But this time it is a sword which is pinning him to the ground. He grasps for breath, but can’t find any and darkness soon envelope him.
The crowd dispersed and left makaikhaan’s body to his Norwegian friends. They all stared after Kukrikhaan and the rest of the Danes leaving the scene with merriments over the spawn of the mountain goat’s misfortune.
Later one of them, Caius, takes a swallow of water from one of the casks that stand in the middle of the Danish camp. He thinks it has a funny aftertaste but thinks naught of it. He never sees the dwarf sitting nearby with a sly smile on his face.
As Caius nears his bedroll, he feels very tired. When he finally closes his eyes, it is if he never will be able to open them again.
***
The following morning the Danish camp is in uproar. One of their men is found sleeping the endless sleep and they immediately suspect the dirty Norwegians for this foul trick of cowardice.
They march to the law speaker and demands justice.
The young law speaker just sighs and as if he hadn’t suspected this from the onset continues: “You will return here later with a name. The person whom the name belongs to, will atone for this deed done to all of you. You must be democratic about it and all the kingdoms must join. Now go.”
The law speaker shook his head in disgust. This is what you get when a gathering of pagans meet together; all superstition and blood feuds. I strongly suspected this was only the beginning of a tragedy.
Killed: (2)
Twilightblade (N1)
Caius (N2)
Killed in Holmgang: (1)
makaikhaan (N2)
Lynched: (1)
CountArach (D1)
Living: (32)
Andres
Craterus
Crazed Rabbit
discovery1
El Diablo
Eliit Tuhkur
FactionHeir
Fenring
Gaius Scribonius Curio
GeneralHankerchief
glyphz
Husar
Ichigo
Kagemusha
Kukrikhan
LittleGrizzly
Motep
Omanes Alexandrapolites
pevergreen
Privateerkev
Proletariat
Quintus.J.Cicero
Rythmic
Sarathos
scottishranger
Seamus Fermanagh
shlin28
TevashSzat
TinCow
Tratorix
Warmaster Horus
woad&fangs
Start voting people. Deadline tomorrow 12th of August at 2000 GMT
Round 2 completion.
The law speaker was all but run down by the representatives from the Kingdoms. “We need more time please. We can’t decide who should be the one paying for the life of Caius”. The law speaker looked at them. Searching their faces he made up his mind. “We need to conclude this today before the sun sets. Give me your current tally”. The man called Craterus reluctantly gave the law speaker the list of candidates. The law speaker took a quick look at it and said: “This is the man most of you voted for?” The men nodded a little uncertain. “Right, let us proceed. Bring this man to the Thing.
The retinues of the kingdoms were waiting at the Thing centre with a man in chains.
The law speaker walked right up to him and had a good look at his eyes. “Do you have anything to say?”
The man stood straight and claimed: “I am the Lord of York, you should not kill me”.
The men in the gathering all laughed and one said: “And I am the pope in Rome.” A roar of laughter erupted and it took a while before someone was able to be heard over the laughter. The law speaker shouted: “WE NEED A VOLUNTEER!!”
Several hands and shouts of “Here” were heard. The law speaker picked the closest one.
“You, come here. You know the drill?” The man nodded and went to Tratorix and whispered:”Go well, let thy blood atone for sins committed here at the Thing. Let Odin receive you to his table”. The man drew his dagger and sliced open Tratorix’ throat. Tratorix dropped to his knees and felt the darkness enveloping him. He slumped to the ground, burying his face in the mud. Soon the sounds of cheering men became silence .
A jolt went through him and he was no longer chained. Long and sweet smelling hair was tickling his face. What was this? Could it be? “Greetings your grace, thy table awaits yonder hills. Let’s make haste”. Tratorix grabbed the woman’s waist and felt all tingly inside.
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You may commence the challenges for next round's Holmgang.
Remember the six first challenges will be the candidates for the actual duel.
Tally:
Tratorix: 6 (Disco, Gaius, GH, Kukrikhaan, Seamus, w&f)
Crazed Rabbit 4: (FH, TinCow, Tratorix, Warmaster H)
Privateerkev: 3 (Ichigo, Motep, shlin28)
Motep : 2 (Andres, PK)
scottishranger : 2 (Eliit, Rythmic)
Gaius S C : 1 (Husar)
GH : 1 (Kage)
Disco : 1 (Omanes)
Kukrikhan : 1 (pever)
TinCow : 1 (El D)
Kagemusha : 1 (Prole)
Abstained : 2 (Craterus, glyphz)
Did not vote : 7 (CR, Fenring, LG, Quintus, Sarathos, scottishr, TevashSzat)
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Killed: (2)
Twilightblade (R1)
Caius (R2)
Killed by Holmgang: (1)
makaikhaan (R1)
Lynched: (2)
CountArach (R1)
Tratorix (R2)
Living: (31)
Andres
Craterus
Crazed Rabbit
discovery1
El Diablo
Eliit Tuhkur
FactionHeir
Fenring
Gaius Scribonius Curio
GeneralHankerchief
glyphz
Husar
Ichigo
Kagemusha
Kukrikhan
LittleGrizzly
Motep
Omanes Alexandrapolites
pevergreen
Privateerkev
Proletariat
Quintus.J.Cicero
Rythmic
Sarathos
scottishranger
Seamus Fermanagh
shlin28
TevashSzat
TinCow
Warmaster Horus
woad&fangs
Pms people. Deadline: Wednesday 13th August at 2000 GMT
Round 3
The Danes weren’t quite happy over letting a Jorvik man take the blame for murdering one of their men. But they were satisfied that his origin appeared to be Norwegian.
They started dispersing and passed a few men from Sveariket who laughed at something. The already angered Danes wanted more blood and started shouting at the laughing men. But the retinues of the other kingdoms were getting tiered of the whining of what sounded wet nursed babies. A few of the Rus got in between the Danes and and the Swedes and there were a little shoving and pushing. One of the Swedes, GeneralHankerchief had a hand touch him one too many times than he tolerated and blurted out: “You son of a female dog, I shall cut your manhood off and feed it to your mother.” The Rus who took this personally, responded: “I shall ram my fist up where the sun doesn’t shine, you lover of men and pigs”. FactionHeir was seemingly agitated. GeneralH responded with a fist well placed on FactionHeir’s jaw who toppled backwards.
But he was soon back on his feet with an axe in hand. “I am of the Rus and we kill the likes of you yellow man lovers before breaking our fast. Show that you have a pair.” GeneralH shouted to his companions for an axe. “Let’s show these half-bears who is masters with the axe”. FactionHeir rushed forward with the well known and proved Varangian cut that had surprised many foreign warriors and left them to rot on the battlefield. GeneralH knew this manoeuvre well and its counter. He dived into the attack and barely slipped under the axe blade before doing a backward thrust as he went under the arms of FactionHeir. The blade of the axe hit where intended and made a deep gash in FactionHeir’s armpit. FactionHeir howled in pain and swung round with a deadly onehander trying to open GeneralH’s bowels. GeneralH jumped back just in time and the powerful swing that found no target put FactionHeir out of balance and exposed his side. GeneralHankerchief swung his axe downwards and nearly severed FactionHeir’s thigh. FactionHeir dropped his axe from the pain in his thigh and GeneralH finished the match by opening FactionHeir’s scull from his forehead to the throat.
In one fraction of a second FactionHeir could feel the surging flash of pain in his forehead, and then oblivion.
The law speaker rushed to the scene but too late. “I take it you had a quarrel with this man?” The Swede called GeneralHankerchief answered: “Not really, He just pissed me off and I have been cooped up in this place too long. I needed some exercise.” The Swedes around him laughed.” The law speaker turned around shaking his head; “Damned be the Norse.”
As the entourages went back to their camps and settled down, a short man was seen skulking around the Rus camp. The Rus were a little upset that one of their own, all though not too well known by any of them, but still a Rus had been brutally cut down like that, and for nothing. Rythmic was especially displeased and contemplated what to do. That fight could hardly be counted as Holmgang and hence the rules of feuds would not apply. He took a slurp of the fine wine he had brought from Constantinople, where he had been just before coming here to this God forsaken island of lava and hot springs. This really looked like the Gehenna he had read about. Maybe this was the place where demons lived. He scanned the horizon looking for movement, but saw none. He suddenly felt exceptionally tired and found his tent where he lay down on his bedroll. Tiredness overcame him and he felt the darkness surround him.
He floated in darkness and was surprised that he was aware of this. This was a strange dream he thought. A pinprick of light appeared in the darkness and he felt curiously attracted to it. As he felt the desire to be where the light were, there were a rush and with an immense speed, he moved towards it. The light grew bigger and bigger and more bright as he neared. Suddenly he was somewhere … safe? He hears a male voice: “Well, Foresters are a dime a dozen here, we have never had a lawyer before”, then laughter.
What was this place?
Killed: (3)
Twilightblade (R1)
Caius (R2)
Rythmic (R3)
Killed by Holmgang: (2)
makaikhaan (R1)
FactionHeir (R2)
Lynched: (2)
CountArach (R1)
Tratorix (R2)
Living: (29)
Andres
Craterus
Crazed Rabbit
discovery1
El Diablo
Eliit Tuhkur
Fenring
Gaius Scribonius Curio
GeneralHankerchief
glyphz
Husar
Ichigo
Kagemusha
Kukrikhan
LittleGrizzly
Motep
Omanes Alexandrapolites
pevergreen
Privateerkev
Proletariat
Quintus.J.Cicero
Sarathos
scottishranger
Seamus Fermanagh
shlin28
TevashSzat
TinCow
Warmaster Horus
woad&fangs
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Commence voting players. Be mindful of the deadline at 2000 GMT Thursday 14th of August.
Round 3 Completion
The morning following ActionHero’s death, the Rus mourned another man from their entourage and they all believed it was someone from the Swedish camp that had killed him. But that someone would poison a man in his sleep was beyond their comprehension. If you would kill someone, you would at least do it through battle. Poisoning was a weakling’s murder. The Swedes protested when the Rus confronted them about this. There were harsh words passed between the two groups and it nearly went as far as an open conflict with arms.
The laws speaker forced himself in between the two groups and had a few burly Jomsvikings helping him. He finally was able to make some space between the groups and declared that this would have to be settled in the same manner as the other two murders. The groups would all vote democratically for candidates to serve as the scapegoat and satisfy the injustice that had befell the Rus.
One among them spoke; “I saw a man lurking around last nigh, and it was him!” The man called privateerkev pointed at another man. “I believe he might have done it”. The man he was pointing at, smiled a betrayed smile and stepped forward. “It is true what this man speaks, I was indeed out and about last night and saw a few things that might be of interest to you.
“Liar!!” said the first. “You admit to sneaking around. Why would you do that unless you had malicious intent? I say we make this man the atonement”.
Most of the men in the gathering agreed. It was only a few of the others that wanted another candidate. The first challenged: “All those in favour raise their hand”. 12 men raised their hand. “All those that want another candidate, raise their hand”. Only six raised theirs. “It seems dear law speaker that we have found our candidate.
The law speaker asked the men of Jom to put the man in chains. “Let’s get this over with.
Do you have anything to say?” The now chained man looked at the crowd with mischievous eyes. “I came among thee mortals to help thee against a great threat. And this is how ye thank me? I shalt not suffer thy presence any longer”.
glyphz broke his chains as if it they were made of straw and threw them away. scottishranger was unfortunate and stood in the chains way. His face caved in from the blow and he suddenly found himself on the back of a horse in full gallop.
glyphz drew something with his finger in the air. Suddenly he disappeared leaving baffled Norse men looking at each other.
As glyphz entered his world, another being waited for him: “How did it fare, son?” glyphz made a grimace and put a hand to his brow. “The mortals are too suspicious and paranoid. I was not even heard”. The older man put a hand on glyphz’ shoulder: “Ah well, the mortals doth have some of our kind amongst them still. I might have made a mistake sending you. I am sorry son, thy reputation condemn thee still”.
Tally:
glyphz: 12 (Andres, Eliit, Fenring, GH, Ichigo, Kukri, LG, PK, Seamus, shlin, TinCow, Warmaster)
Andres: 2 (Motep, Sarathos)
GeneralHankerchief 1: (disco)
Quintus.J.Cicero: 1 (Gaius SC)
Prole: 1 (Husar)
Abstained : 1 (w&f)
Did not vote : 11 (Craterus, CR, El D, glyphz, Kage, Omanes, pever, Prole, QJC, scottishranger, Tevash)
Killed: (3)
Twilightblade (R1)
Caius (R2)
Rythmic (R3)
Killed by Holmgang: (2)
makaikhaan (R1)
FactionHeir (R2)
Lynched: (3)
CountArach (R1)
Tratorix (R2)
glyphz (R3)
WoG: (1)
scottishranger (R3)
Living: (27)
Andres
Craterus
Crazed Rabbit
discovery1
El Diablo
Eliit Tuhkur
Fenring
Gaius Scribonius Curio
GeneralHankerchief
Husar
Ichigo
Kagemusha
Kukrikhan
LittleGrizzly
Motep
Omanes Alexandrapolites
pevergreen
Privateerkev
Proletariat
Quintus.J.Cicero
Sarathos
Seamus Fermanagh
shlin28
TevashSzat
TinCow
Warmaster Horus
woad&fangs
Round 4
The crowd stood silent in astonishment. A god had been among them and they had lost His favour. Some murmuring started what would later be outright shouting amongst the men of the kingdoms. Some smirked at the others for losing the favour with the Gods and declared that they had not been so idiotic to vote for an Æsir. One such was discovery1. He quite boldly called the 12 that were responsible for this ordeal a bunch of headless chicken. “You are so dumb, when you had a brainstorm it was just a drizzle”.
The Swedes that stood with discovery1 laughed hard.
The Danes, many of them having voted glyphz took great offence. One big burly fellow, Andres, seemed to be their spokes person. “You call us dumb Swede, let’s see if you have an arm that fits with your wits”.
The law speaker rushed to the area where discovery1 and Andres was facing each other. “Let’s do this properly shall we? Name your weapons of choice.. and make them some elbow space here!!”
Discovery1 chose his sword as did Andres. They were both skilled with the blade and both refused the wooden shield.
Andres took a stance and held his sword up in front of him and let the cold steel touch his forehead. discovery1 had the sword sheathed but put his feet in a stance. Andres was watching disco from behind the blade and calculated his chances. Disco stood poised ready to react should Andres move to strike him. Around his neck dangled an amulet formed as a hammer. Andres finally made his move and took the few strides that put him into the striking range of disco at a heart beat, slashing up from left to right, trying to disembowel disco. Disco’s sword was out of its scabbard and parried Andres’ attack. Steel rang on steal and several combinations of strikes and parries shifted between the two combatants. Disco drew the first blood by nicking Andres in the shoulder and thigh. Andres countered and got in a slash across disco’s ribs.
A few more combinations were thrown by both without any results. Then it was Andres’ turn to strike home, cutting up disco’s arm on two places. Disco got lucky and nicked the hand of Andres as he drew the sword back from a slash that were parried by disco.
Andres bled all over the pommel and it was hard to hold the sword tight. Disco saw his discomfort and attacked. He knocked the blade out of Andres’ limp hand and with a double handed blow, opened Andres’ torso from collarbone to navel. Andres fell backwards and lay dying on his back.
Darkness engulfed Andres and he was carried away to a flowery pasture where he opened his eyes. A beautiful woman stood there waiting, holding a horse by its rein. “My dear and beautiful warrior, I will take thee home to your God. But first come hither. It has been long since I saw such a beautiful man. I am in want of a kiss”.
****
The Danes carried the dead body of their proud warrior to the pyre area and mourned. They wanted some mead and a dwarf had brought some. They shared it and became merry. Maybe Andres were already sitting at Odin’s table. Yeah, if there were one among us who deserved that, it would be Andres. The passed the skin to Eliit Tuhkur who declined. “What, do you not drink to our lost friend?” Eliit Tuhkur looked to the body of Andres and said: “If you had some water, I would drink to the fallen warrior”. The other men looked to the dwarf. He smiled and provided another skin. Eliit Tuhkur took it and smelled at the drinking piece. Water… He took a deep slurp and burped. The other men laughed. Eliit felt dizzy and wanted to stand up. But the effort made him slip and he fell backwards, never again to rise. The men turned to look for the dwarf, but he had vanished in thin air. “Damn not another one”…
Eliit was floating in darkness and was quite entranced about the sensation. He felt light and free. But as soon as he thought about how to get out of here, he was drawn to a light spot which grew and grew until he suddenly was in it. This new place was all calm and white. He heard a male voice saying: “So God made him a woman!! ”. He could hear some female laughter. This really felt like home to him, even though it was kind of a strange sensation.
****
In the Jomsviking camp everyone had settled down. Shlin28 was sleeping in his tent and was suddenly waken by a rumbling sound. He opened his eyes and sat up. In the dark corner he could see the reflection of his candle in a pair of yellow glass orbs. “The rumbling became a voice: “You weak mortals disgust me, I have suffered your presence too long”. With inhuman speed the huge being was over him and was holding him by the neck. A smile of white fangs split open the rather dark face of this Hulk. “Go and say hello to Odin for me would ya?” That was the last shlin heard before he found himself on the back of a horse heading for Valhalla. The sight of the beauty that sat in front of him guiding the horse through the air, made him forget all about the Jotun he had encountered just moments before.
Killed: (5)
Twilightblade (R1)
Caius (R2)
Rythmic (R3)
Eliit Tuhkur (R4)
shlin28 (R4)
Killed by Holmgang: (3)
makaikhaan (R1)
FactionHeir (R2)
Andres (R3)
Lynched: (3)
CountArach (R1)
Tratorix (R2)
glyphz (R3)
WoG: (1)
scottishranger (R3)
Living: (24)
Craterus
Crazed Rabbit
discovery1
El Diablo
Fenring
Gaius Scribonius Curio
GeneralHankerchief
Husar
Ichigo
Kagemusha
Kukrikhan
LittleGrizzly
Motep
Omanes Alexandrapolites
pevergreen
Privateerkev
Proletariat
Quintus.J.Cicero
Sarathos
Seamus Fermanagh
TevashSzat
TinCow
Warmaster Horus
woad&fangs
Vote people... last vote that will be counted is at 2000 GMT towmorrow 16th of August.
Round 4 completion
The Jomsviking camp was in an uproar when they found one of their men with his head nearly twisted off. They hurried towards the Thing centre where they knew they would find the law speaker. They were met by another group also on their way to the law speaker. They too looked furious. They exchanged glances and words on the way in to the centre. They too had lost a man during the night.
When they finally reached the law speaker, he turned around and said: “Let me guess, someone was poisoned this night too?”. The Dane spokesman looked at the brothers of Jom and turned to the law speaker: “There is a dwarf running around the camp. We suspect it is him that has poisoned our men. But somehow, he is no where to be found at dawn. We are executing good men when we should be on the outlook for a short person.” The law speaker put a finger on his temple: “And what about you?” The Jomsviking spokes person looked incredulous at the Danes: “One of our men was found with a broken neck. It couldn’t have been a dwarf, because our man was dragged up from his bedroll into the air by someone very strong; strong enough to break a man’s neck one handed”.
The law speaker cringed. This was what he had feared a while now. “It seems, dear kings men and brothers of Jom, that we have been infiltrated by evil; known to some as Jotun”. The men from the two camps made gestures of wards against evil, while panic painted their faces. Go men to the camps and gather votes. We need to ferret out this evil. Think of whom in your groups is behaving suspiciously and might hide their true nature. Take the tally to me and we will question the candidate with most votes.
The men went and a few hours later returned together with the rest of the retinues. A man called KurkiKhan delivered the tally to the law speaker.
“Is this the man you all agree could be the perpetrator?” “Yes, they answered”. Some where silent and apparently didn’t quite agree, but the majority of votes had picked out El Diablo. The law speaker looked around and with the guidance of KukriKhan located him. “Seize that man”. Two big battle trained men went and grabbed El Diablo in his tunic. El Diablo twisted and in a flash produced two dirks which he stabbed into the men’s throats. TevashSzat and Quintus.J.Cicero dropped to the ground trying to hold their life blood from spilling. KukriKhan moved fast and punched his longsword through El Diablo’s heart. El Diablo died instantly without a sound.
TevashSzat and Quintus could not help dying from blood loss and darkness soon overtook them.
They were surprised when moments later they rode side by side with each an incredible beautiful woman sitting before them. They looked briefly at each other and smiled. It didn’t matter that they were from different kingdoms. Here in the afterlife, they knew they would be close friends.
Tally
El Diablo : 6 (Craterus, disco, Husar, Ichigo, KukriKhan, TinCow)
Privateerkev : 5 (CR, GH, Motep, w&f)
Fenring : 1 (PK)
Abstain : 1 (Warmaster)
Not voting : 11 (El Diablo, Curio, Kage, LG, Omanes, pever, Prole, Quintus, Sarathos, Seamus, TevashSzat)
Killed: (5)
Twilightblade (R1)
Caius (R2)
Rythmic (R3)
Eliit Tuhkur (R4)
shlin28 (R4)
Killed by Holmgang: (3)
makaikhaan (R1)
FactionHeir (R2)
Andres (R3)
Lynched: (4)
CountArach (R1)
Tratorix (R2)
glyphz (R3)
El Diablo (R4)
WoG: (3)
scottishranger (R3)
TevashSzat (R4)
Quintus.J.Cicero (R4)
Living: (21)
Craterus
Crazed Rabbit
discovery1
Fenring
Gaius Scribonius Curio
GeneralHankerchief
Husar
Ichigo
Kagemusha
Kukrikhan
LittleGrizzly
Motep
Omanes Alexandrapolites
pevergreen
Privateerkev
Proletariat
Sarathos
Seamus Fermanagh
TinCow
Warmaster Horus
woad&fangs
Round 5
Six smoking pyres blew their smoke towards a darkening sky. The sun did go below the horizon this late summer - early autumn, but it never got completely dark.
The men of Jomsborg mourned their comrade. Well, some of them. One man, the one they called woad&fangs, exclaimed that it was no loss to Jomborg that shlin28 died. Having him beside you in battle could not have been safe, considering him losing so easily against that bastard visiting during the night. Some of the others didn’t agree. Husar was among them and had the strongest objections. “How can you say something like that to your brother in arms at his pyre? We … You promised when entering the brotherhood to uphold the Joms. To always support your next man, even if he succumbs to the enemy.
I see a dishonest brother here, which no longer wants to be supportive of the law and ideal of Jomsborg”. The men of Jomsborg rounded on w&f asking him about what he meant by those statements he had made. “I made my stand and shall not yield”. Husar walked within the group making a space in it. “Let’s see if your sword arm is any better than Shlin’s”.
Swords were drawn and w&f made the first move. He cut at Husar’s face and then following the motion towards Husar’s knee. Husar stepped back just in time and the blade missed his face. Husar blocked the knee attack and followed up with a hard left hand fist right into the teeth of w&f. W&f grunted at the sudden stars that appeared on a otherwise empty sky and stepped back, but couldn’t avoid the wounds Husar delivered unto his thigh. W&f got back his bearings and attacked more furiously. He feinted a low cut to Husar’s thigh but at the last instant changed the angle and cut into Husar’s chest. Husar bellowed and it was a serious wound. Husar saw red and threw himself against w&f with the tip of his blade aimed at w&f’s stomach. W&f was about to block it, when Husar twirled and with a slash opened w&f’s throat. W&f dropped to his knees and felt the life force draining between his fingers. The sky darkened and he found himself in complete darkness and barely felt the ground hitting his face.
He was awoken by a sweet voice. “Greetings handsome, I shall take you home to the place of such brave men like you”.
In the Danish camp Proletariat was getting ready to sleep. Prole was a bit thirsty and took a long slurp from the water skin and never saw the smirk of a short man sitting alone on a log nearby. Prole suddenly felt tired and sleep came fast. It was just that this sleep was forever.
Prole was floating in darkness and a felt content. The surrounding was absurdly black and there were nothing there. A prick of light suddenly appeared and prole was drawn to it like a moth to a candle. The light grew bigger and bigger and soon engulfed prole. The new place in the light was bright and colourful. Prole had never seen so intense colours before. In this space prole heard a male voice: "Well, the Baptists are in Room 8, and they think they're the only ones here”.
In the Norwegian camp Craterus had turned in early. The idleness at the camp and not having to row everyday had made him lazy. Out of nowhere appeared a great and dark Hulk who grabbed Craterus by the throat one handed and lifted him up to meet a pair of yellow eyes. “Be afraid little human, you are about to die.” Craterus squirmed in the strong grip and he felt that his windpipe was crushed. The dark hulk grabbed Craterus’ head and twisted. Craterus felt something snap. And he suddenly looked at his back. That was odd. Shouldn’t he have died instantly? A rumbling laughter erupted and Craterus was thrown to the ground. The heavy footsteps of this brute grew fainter and then he was yet again alone. He fumbled at his head and neck with his hands and could feel the mangled throat and neck. He felt the panic building at not being dead from this gruesome damage. He grabbed his head and turned it. He felt the bones in his neck setting and he was again whole as if nothing had befell him just before. Could it have been a bad dream?
Killed: (6)
Twilightblade (R1)
Caius (R2)
Rythmic (R3)
Eliit Tuhkur (R4)
shlin28 (R4)
Proletariat (R5)
Killed by Holmgang: (4)
makaikhaan (R1)
FactionHeir (R2)
Andres (R3)
woad&fangs (R4)
Lynched: (4)
CountArach (R1)
Tratorix (R2)
glyphz (R3)
El Diablo (R4)
WoG: (3)
scottishranger (R3)
TevashSzat (R4)
Quintus.J.Cicero (R4)
Living: (19)
Craterus
Crazed Rabbit
discovery1
Fenring
Gaius Scribonius Curio
GeneralHankerchief
Husar
Ichigo
Kagemusha
Kukrikhan
LittleGrizzly
Motep
Omanes Alexandrapolites
pevergreen
Privateerkev
Sarathos
Seamus Fermanagh
TinCow
Warmaster Horus
Voting ends at 2000 GMT Monday 18th of August (Deadline)
Round 5 Conclusion
The Danes were found standing at the Thing’s centre at dawn when the law speaker appeared. He walked up to them having a worried look on his face. “Another one?” The Danes just stared back. One of them spoke: “Proletariat was poisoned as the others. This is not right. It must be the Norwegians. They came here carrying a grudge against us and our King. If the perpetrator isn’t found, we will be forced to leave. You know what that means?” The law speaker knew, it meant a continuation of the war between Norway and Denmark. Many lives were at stake here.
As the law speaker was contemplating on what to do, a group from the Norwegian camp approached. With them was a man with a troubled look. The Danes grew silent upon their approach. The Norwegians were weary in their presence and there was an ice front between the two groups. The law speaker approached them: “What can I do for you men?” The Norwegians seemed reluctant to state their business and it took a short while of staring at the law speaker and the Danes before answering. “This man saw something last night”. He stepped back and let the man with the troubled look in front. The man was called Craterus and he seemed as he didn’t want to tell his story, but finally he spoke up: “Last night … a … being entered my tent. He was more than 8 feet tall and can only be described as a Hulk… He had dark features and yellow eyes and very white teeth with fangs”. The Danes sucked in air and looked at each other. This description only fitted with one creature. “Jotun!!” exclaimed the law speaker. “How on earth did you survive this encounter?” The man called Craterus hesitated. “That’s just it. I have no good explanation other than pure luck”. The law speaker turned to the Danes. “This takes precedence over all other. We need to find this Jotun if he is hiding among us and expel him. The other looked incredulous at the law speaker. “How on earth will we be able to do that? The Jotun has inhuman strength”. The law speaker looked slyly back at them. “Oh, I have a few tricks up my sleeve.”
Now go and join your retinues and proceed to find a candidate. I believe the Jotun hides among us and we need to find him”.
A while later all of the retinues returned. A man called Ichigo handed over the tally to the law speaker. “Is this the man that you all think is the Jotun?” Ichigo nodded. “At least he got the most votes.” The law speaker walked through the crowd and finally stopped in front of a large man. “The say you might be Jotun, Seamus. Would you care to respond to these allegations?” The man called Seamus, laughed hard. “HAHAHAHAHA … you must all be joking. This is surely a joke … right?” The law speaker’s eyes did not betray any amusement. “Cease this man!” Three men that stood next to Seamus tried to grab him, but Seamus was not about to go willingly. He roared and grabbed Kagemusha and Omanes by their throats and slammed their heads together. A man called pevergreen drew a sword and tried to run Seamus through, but Seamus was faster and kicked pever in his knee which buckled and put pever on the ground. Seamus slammed his foot in pever’s face killing him instantly. Pever found himself behind an incredible beauty on a horse galloping through the sky.
The warrior called Husar finally put a stop to Seamus’ berserkgangr with a sword through his heart.
Seamus was still upset but calmed fast when he saw the lithe body he shared a horse with. This was not so bad. Why had he acted so foolishly back there?
Tally
Seamus : 3 (Craterus, Husar, KukriKhan)
Husar : 2 (Fenring, Gaius)
Omanes : 2 (Ichigo, TinCow)
Fenring : 1 (PK)
LG : 1 (Sarathos)
Abstain : 2 (GH, LG)
Not voting : 7 (CR, disco, Kage, Omanes, pever, Seamus, Warmaster)
Killed: (6)
Twilightblade (R1)
Caius (R2)
Rythmic (R3)
Eliit Tuhkur (R4)
shlin28 (R4)
Proletariat (R5)
Killed in Holmgang: (4)
makaikhaan (R1)
FactionHeir (R2)
Andres (R3)
woad&fangs (R4)
Lynched: (5)
CountArach (R1)
Tratorix (R2)
glyphz (R3)
El Diablo (R4)
Seamus (R5)
WoG: (6)
scottishranger (R3)
TevashSzat (R4)
Quintus.J.Cicero (R4)
Kagemusha (R5)
pevergreen (R5)
Omanes (R5)
Living: (15)
Craterus
Crazed Rabbit
discovery1
Fenring
Gaius Scribonius Curio
GeneralHankerchief
Husar
Ichigo
Kukrikhan
LittleGrizzly
Motep
Privateerkev
Sarathos
TinCow
Warmaster Horus
Challenges and PMs people... deadline tuesday 18th of August at 2000 GMT
Round 6
That was an intense moment. The Swedish retinue walked together and talked about the events that had transpired at the Althing and Seamus’ demise. “Damn that guy was striong. Did you see how he crushed the sculls of those men?” GeneralHankerchief asked. “Yeah that was something” one of the answered. GH continued: “Which kingdom did he belong to?” The other men looked at each other and shrugged. A man leaning against a tree answered them. “He was once a captain of the Varangian guard and a great warrior in Novgorod. GH snorted: “Hah, not a chance, I fought a Rus the other day and that was nothing worth bragging about. He must have been one of those Jomsvikings. Now those are warriors”. The man leaning against the tree, sneered. “The Rus have as many great warriors as the Joms. We have fought countless battles against the Arabs and we have been as great as the other Norse since the three Varangian brothers became our rulers”.”Bah!!!”, said GH. “That is just rubbish; I can smell the Slavic blood in you. You are nothing but a reindeer herder”. The Rus named Fenring reached the axe leaning against the tree and started cleaning his nails. “We might have Slavic blood in us, but you Swedes are just watered out Norwegians after all. You have nothing going for you and envy your brother to the west in their success over seas”. GH sneered: “Why don’t you just show me how we have nothing going for us, huh? Let’s see if you can use that axe there”. GH turned to one of his companions: “Give me my axe, and I’ll show this little Varangian wannabe a few things”.
GH grabbed the axe and went straight for Fenring. The combination he threw was a bastardised version of the Varangian side sweep. Fenring seemed to know a few things himself and rolled away from the slash and the blow that would have split his head down to his shoulders. But he wasn’t quick enough and all though using his axe as a cutting blade agaist the ribcage of GH, he couldn’t avoid getting grazed by GH’s axe. The two men were bleeding and GH took to his chest just to see that his fingers came away red. Fenring limped a little but composed himself. GH attacked again, but this time he only found a small gash in Fenring’s arm. Fenring held high on his axe and grazed GH’s own arm as he went past, just to slip to a low hold and swing backwards. The axe caught GH square in the back and GH howled in pain. The fight was even now, with both of them bleeding hard. GH hesitated a little and then looked determined to end this. This time GH missed completely and Fenring went under GH’s arm just to plant his axe firmly in the backhead of GH.
GH didn’t even realise that he was somewhere else. The axe had just vanished from his hands and he cried out: “What kind of magic is this?” He heard a woman’s laughter, and it was beautiful. “There will be magic soon my love; I am going to take you for a ride of your life time”. She winked at him and he hoped she had something else in mind but a ride on that horse she was holding.
****
Kukrikhan was weary as he walked in the nearly empty Danish camp. He scanned the area for suspicious people and had his Frankish long sword ready. He was determined to find that little bastard that was poisoning his men. The law speaker believed this dwarf was a jotun shape shifter, but Kukri was not convinced. Why would Jotun shape shift into such a puny little weak thing. He was thus contemplating when he saw the little fellow skulking around. “He ran after him and caught him by the neck. “Now, what do we have here? If it isn’t the little adder that are poisoning out men. Prepare to die maggot”. As Kukri was about to cut the little man in half, the dwarf spit into Kukri’s mouth. What nerve did this rat display? He was going to give this one a slow death. Kukri suddenly felt weak and his legs could no longer sustain his weight. He dropped the dwarf to the ground and collapsed. The dwarf smiled and tilted his head looking at Kukri.
Darkness overtook Kukri and he felt the world spinning. As the motion ceased, he was lying on his back in a pasture somewhere far from the lava infested place he had just been at. This was a sweet smelling place. And what was that flowery smell? Someone stirred next to him and he turned to see what it was. He found himself looking into a pair of indescribably blue eyes. She smiled a perfect smile and kissed him. “Are you in a hurry, warrior, to attend the table of the almighty? I have laboured much lately and are in a need for some recreation”. She looked all hopeful and Kukri could not believe his luck.
Gaius Scribonius Curio, was sleeping lightly in his tent and heard something rustling outside. He got up slowly, sword ready in his hand. In through the tent opening and stooped over, came the most terrifying creature he had ever seen. The creature was huge and it was completely dark save for a smile of white fangs and a pair of shining yellow eyes. The creature noticed that Gaius was not sleeping silently on his bedroll and turned to where Gaius stood. A deep voice rumbled:”Hahaha, I see you are waiting for me. I am sorry to say that your time as at an end. It will be quick”. The creature moved like in a blur and Gaius could not react before he was dangling in the air by his neck. The creature had grabbed his throat and hoisted him into the air. The creature grabbed his head and twisted. But nothing happened. The creature grunted as if strained and dropped Gaius to the ground. “I see you have been blessed by the gods. Fear foe, because I will return and your death will not be swift as it would have been today”. One moment the creature was smiling the evil grin at Gaius and the next he was gone.
Gaius ran out of the tent and yelled: “A Jotun… We have a Jotun among us.
Killed: (7)
Twilightblade (R1)
Caius (R2)
Rythmic (R3)
Eliit Tuhkur (R4)
shlin28 (R4)
Proletariat (R5)
Kukrikhan (R6)
Killed in Holmgang: (5)
makaikhaan (R1)
FactionHeir (R2)
Andres (R3)
woad&fangs (R4)
GeneralHankerchief (R5)
Lynched: (5)
CountArach (R1)
Tratorix (R2)
glyphz (R3)
El Diablo (R4)
Seamus (R5)
WoG: (6)
scottishranger (R3)
TevashSzat (R4)
Quintus.J.Cicero (R4)
Kagemusha (R5)
pevergreen (R5)
Omanes (R5)
Living: (13)
Craterus
Crazed Rabbit
discovery1
Fenring
Gaius Scribonius Curio
Husar
Ichigo
LittleGrizzly
Motep
Privateerkev
Sarathos
TinCow
Warmaster Horus
Sorry about the wait guys.
Vote away... Deadline tomorrow on Odin's day the 20th of August, at 2000 GMT
Round 6 Conclusion
When the law speaker left his tent at dawn he found the entire retinues from the Kingdoms outside. They all looked sinister. He walked slowly along the ranks of Norse with his hands behind his back and glanced at them now and then. The law speaker saw their mind in their eyes. “So you have come to take me? You don’t know me and therefore I am the natural suspect. I am only surprised you waited so long. Some of you I didn’t expect. I am disappointed, but not surprised at this. I am getting used to this by now”. The man called Warmaster stepped out of the ranks. “I am sorry, but it is the majority’s wish that you die”. The law speaker looked into Warmaster’s eyes. “You too? I once had a dear friend that betrayed his master. Why I don’t know, but these things seem to iterate. A millennia ago, I was betrayed by friends and I had to flee. There is evil in this world that want to destroy all that is good. I have fled from it since that time. Darkness has filled the earth since. I see it is time for me to leave again.
The Jomsviking called Husar came up behind the law speaker. “It is time law speaker. It will be quick”. The law speaker sank to his knees and put his palms together in front of him and exclaimed: “Forgive them for this offence to thee, o Lord. Soften their hearts and let thy light enter their souls. Remember thy promise to me and do not chastise them for this. Thy power is great and will prevail. Cleanse this place of evil I pray in the name of thy son. Amen”.
The law speaker bowed his head. “I am ready”. Husar lifted his sword, the point at the nape of the law speaker’s neck and thrust it into him. It appeared like instant death because the law speaker went limp without a sound.
Tally
CR: 7 (Craterus, Husar, LG, Motep, PK, TinCow, Warmaster)
Fenring : 2 (disco, Gaius)
Sarathos : 1 (CR)
PK : 1 (Fenring)
Warmaster : 1 (Sarathos)
Not voting : 1 (Ichigo)
Killed: (7)
Twilightblade (R1)
Caius (R2)
Rythmic (R3)
Eliit Tuhkur (R4)
shlin28 (R4)
Proletariat (R5)
Kukrikhan (R6)
Killed in Holmgang: (5)
makaikhaan (R1)
FactionHeir (R2)
Andres (R3)
woad&fangs (R4)
GeneralHankerchief (R5)
Lynched: (6)
CountArach (R1)
Tratorix (R2)
glyphz (R3)
El Diablo (R4)
Seamus (R5)
Crazed Rabbit (R6)
WoG: (6)
scottishranger (R3)
TevashSzat (R4)
Quintus.J.Cicero (R4)
Kagemusha (R5)
pevergreen (R5)
Omanes (R5)
Living: (12)
Craterus
discovery1
Fenring
Gaius Scribonius Curio
Husar
Ichigo
LittleGrizzly
Motep
Privateerkev
Sarathos
TinCow
Warmaster Horus
Challenges and PMs people. Deadline on Thor's day the 21st of August at 2000 GMT
Round 7
The Men of the kingdoms stood around the body of the law speaker and didn’t quite know what to do. What was that oath he made? It was a funny wording and it reminded them of something a hovgod would say at a blot, praising the Gods. Warmaster answered them. “He was a follower of Christ, but I can’t exactly say what his prayer meant. It was strange to my ears too”. The man called Sarathos stepped out of the ranks with an accusing finger. “What do you mean about a follower of Christ? Who is this Christ you speak of?” One of the Rus men answered: “White Christ was the only son of the Jewish God, or so they claim those down in Constantinople. A few of the Swedes and Norwegians stirred and spat on the ground. One of them had something to say: “Odin and his sons, yeah our God have several sons, will not approve of this. I think it might offend them to learn that we had a White Christ follower as the law speaker at His Thing”. The other Norse shouted hear, hear. “Odin might even smite us with soot or weak arms in battle for this offense”. The warrior called Sarathos turned on Warmaster, “You seem to have known that the law speaker was a white Christ follower, how did you come to such knowledge?” Sarathos grabbed the tunic of Warmaster. A small wooden cross attached to a leather cord around Warmaster’s neck spilled out of the tunic. “What have we here? I think we have another one”. Sarathos let go of Warmaster’s tunic and grabbed the pommel of his sword. “I call you out on a Holmgang. Let’s see whose God favours who. Your God against mine.
Sarathos stepped away from Warmaster and the crowd made a clearing in the throng. Warmaster stood with his head bowed and someone threw a sword at his feet. “Come on Jew, show your skills with the sword. Let’s see if your faith is more than sucking thumb” The others laughed at the jest. Warmaster looked defeated and would not take up the sword. One of the Rus chimed in: “I heard that master of yours were a man lover, is this so?” More laughter was heard. Warmaster seemed to not care. He knew he wouldn’t stand a chance against a Norse battle hardened warrior, besides his master did forbid it. Turn the other cheek was the mantra and his followers had done so and were murdered. Warmaster looked up towards the sky and calmly spoke: “My Lord my God, I give my soul to thee.” Sarathos exclaimed: “Not another weakling… I remember having seen this display before. How could I have forgotten? There were many fine and barely ripe women on the isles south of Hjaltland that did that display of meekness. I thought they were giving their maiden head to me as a gift and it was me that they called Lord. HAHAHHAHAA it was actually a prayer to that White Christ? This is too good to be truth”.
Warmaster finally reacted: “Those were innocent nuns, you bastard!!” Warmaster grabbed the sword and with the strength of faith slashed at Sarathos. Sarathos did not expect this and was caught off guard. He received three wounds from the frantic slashing of Warmaster and was bleeding much. Sarathos was losing strength but he was the better warrior and countered the next attacks giving Warmaster a few wounds too. Warmaster made a final attempt to get back at Sarathos, but this time Sarathos was prepared. As Warmaster tried to use the sword as a spear, Sarathos twirled and lopped Warmasters head off by a well placed blow to the neck.
Warmaster was floating in darkness and hurried to a light which made him feel comfort. In the light he found friends waiting for him and he was at peace.
In the Rus camp, Fenring felt much better, surprisingly much better after yesterdays Holmgang. The healing process was nearly unnaturally fast. The wounds had closed and his muscles weren’t sore. He could nearly function as usual. He walked over to his tent and picked up a skin of mead. As he gulped down its contents he saw a small man standing a little way up grinning at him. Before Fenring realised his mistake he was on the ground with stomach cramps. “Damn that dwarf, he has poisoned me”, was the only words he could utter before slipping into darkness.
Fenring felt a little agitated when he found himself in a field of flowers. He was killed by the worst thinkable and cowardly way, and by a half man. This didn’t bode well for the place at Odin’s table. A woman’s voice came from behind him and he felt two lithe arms snuggling around his waist: “Hello there stranger, I am to take you home. Do you mind spending some time here first?” Fenring turned in the embrace and answered when he saw who stood behind him: “Not at all, I believe I have an eternity waiting. A few moments in this place shouldn’t matter at all”. The woman laughed and kissed him deeply.
Killed: (8)
Twilightblade (R1)
Caius (R2)
Rythmic (R3)
Eliit Tuhkur (R4)
shlin28 (R4)
Proletariat (R5)
Kukrikhan (R6)
Fenring (R7)
Killed in Holmgang: (6)
makaikhaan (R1)
FactionHeir (R2)
Andres (R3)
woad&fangs (R4)
GeneralHankerchief (R5)
Warmaster Horus (R6)
Lynched: (6)
CountArach (R1)
Tratorix (R2)
glyphz (R3)
El Diablo (R4)
Seamus (R5)
Crazed Rabbit (R6)
WoG: (6)
scottishranger (R3)
TevashSzat (R4)
Quintus.J.Cicero (R4)
Kagemusha (R5)
pevergreen (R5)
Omanes (R5)
Living: (10)
Craterus
discovery1
Gaius Scribonius Curio
Husar
Ichigo
LittleGrizzly
Motep
Privateerkev
Sarathos
TinCow
Vote people... Deadline at 2000 GMT on Freya's day the 22nd of August
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Round 7 Conclusion
Not many men where left at Althing and this morning was especially bad for the Rus. Another man had been found dead and he was the last of the Rus contingent.
The Danes had been all killed a few nights back and the remainder of the Kingdoms consisted of men from Sweden, Norway and Jomsborg; except one. Sarathos was the last man from Jorvik and he was singled out as the last possible suspect. The rest of the men had confidence in the innocence of each other. They voted by putting their right hand to the square and it was unanimous. Only Sarathos abstained and laughed at them: “You think you can kill me? Well thing again fools”. Before their eyes he revealed his true nature. The battle hardened Jorvik warrior transformed into a hideous beast, easily 8 feet if not more. “MUHAHAHHAAHAAA, Come and take me puny little mortals, I have killed your kind since the day you first appeared here in Midgard. Heh! I have even off’d a few of those you worship. The terrible smile of white fangs appeared as Sarathos contemplated on whom to crush first. He picked up a boulder that easily weighed nearly as much as a longship and threw it at a group of men who a few moments stood frozen with fear looking at this dark shape that blotted out the sun falling towards them. Suddenly it exploded and showered them with pebbles.
“Enough!!!” the booming and unnatural sound came from behind them and as their turned they saw a tall and seemingly very strong being with red flowing hair. His countenance was beautiful but at the same time intimidating. Power radiated from him and they knew that this was an Æsir. A battle hammer retuned to his massive hand and he continued: “I have come to remove thee, Rungne. This is Midgard and thou belongst not here. Take thy hideous face into thy own kingdom and let these be. They have no quarrel with thee, but I might if thou doth not flee.” The large Jotun looked a little surprised. “So Thor, you have come to save these insignificant mortals? What makes you think you can stop me?” The remainder of the men slowly backed away from the path between Thor and Rungne. “I brought Mjølnir giant, my long time friend will see thee to Hel”. Sarathos moved unnaturally fast and the mortal eyes of the men around could just see a blur. Sarathos grabbed the stone with the runes and threw it at Thor. The power was so great behind that throw that Thor barely got his hammer up in defence. The boom that came from the hammer splitting the stone was so great that several of the men watching the standoff lost their hearing temporarily. Blood gushed from their ears and they fell to their knees. One of the pieces hit Thor’s forehead and he stumbled. He was obviously shaken and went down on one knee. Sarathos smiled his evil grin and moved slowly over to where Thor sat shaking his head. The stone was enhanced by magic and it would have killed an Æsir had it hit with full force. Sarathos picked up one of the pieces and was about to knock Thor over the head with it … when suddenly he felt a shearing pain in his torso. He looked down into a blade that had penetrated his heart. “What?” He tuned and faltered. The being standing there behind him looked at Sarathos with stern eyes. “I am Tyr, I could not behold the killing of Thor, the greatest of Æsir warriors. Now begone Rungne. We would not have thee here any longer.” Rungne’s eyes widened: “Ty… ?” The Jotun slumped to the ground and was still.
The new revealed being walked over to Thor and knelt beside him. “Come on old friend, thou doth need some rest”.
Sarathos found himself in another place and the air smelt nice. The ground was littered with flowers and he looked around. A woman’s voice was heard behind him: “Champion! I am glad to see thee”. Sarathos turned and looked into a pair of beautiful eyes. “Come, let me take thee home”.
Tally
Sarathos: 9 (Craterus, disco, Gaius, Husar, Ichigo, LG, Motep, PK, TinCow)
Not voting : 1 (Sarathos)
Killed: (8)
Twilightblade (R1)
Caius (R2)
Rythmic (R3)
Eliit Tuhkur (R4)
shlin28 (R4)
Proletariat (R5)
Kukrikhan (R6)
Fenring (R7)
Killed in Holmgang: (6)
makaikhaan (R1)
FactionHeir (R2)
Andres (R3)
woad&fangs (R4)
GeneralHankerchief (R5)
Warmaster Horus (R6)
Lynched: (7)
CountArach (R1)
Tratorix (R2)
glyphz (R3)
El Diablo (R4)
Seamus (R5)
Crazed Rabbit (R6)
Sarathos (R7)
WoG: (6)
scottishranger (R3)
TevashSzat (R4)
Quintus.J.Cicero (R4)
Kagemusha (R5)
pevergreen (R5)
Omanes (R5)
Living: (9)
Craterus
discovery1
Gaius Scribonius Curio
Husar
Ichigo
LittleGrizzly
Motep
Privateerkev
Sarathos
TinCow
Round 8
The few remaining men of the kingdoms were all in a state of shock. Here among them at Althing Iceland creatures from beyond Midgard had appeared and fought. They still had problems with their hearing after Thor’s block of the rune stone. Who would have thought Sarathos was a creature from Jotunheim? What could have brought this upon them? Why were the Jotun so interested in this Thing meeting? As they started to talk among themselves they got afraid. What would this do to their chances with the afterlife? Had this spoiled their seat at Odin’s table? First the Christians then the Jotun and now Æsir getting hurt. This could very well bring Odin’s wrath upon them.
This was Jomsborg’s fault or rather them taking Bluetooth’s offer. Had they not attacked Norway, they wouldn’t have been here in the first place. The Joms objected. Had it not been for the stubborn Haakon Jarl of Norway, Bluethooth wouldn’t have hired them to “make” him comply. Privateerkev, a Norwegian warrior didn’t like those words at all, well, the words he thought he heard. “We have the right not to be ruled over by some Dane. And we proved it by trashing you Jomsvikings with an army of peasants. Bluethooth might have put Haakon as a puppet Lord of the Norwegians, but he has shown that he can fill the role as a leader of a sovereign nation. It was the Danes that brought this on us with the help of the Joms”. TinCow was not at all happy for taking the blame for this misfortune. “More talk about Jomsborg being deceitful would warrant a Holmgang, friend”. Privateerkev was not amused. “Ah, so the joms have no counter argument? I guess they are all muscle and no intellect after all. I have traveled the world, friend, and I have learned a few things. Battle is all about intellect and not of brute strength. I would be happy to teach you a thing or two event though it goes against my beliefs”. TinCow drew his sword and took a battle stance. “Show me some of this intellect before it spills to the ground. Privateerkev drew his as well and took his battle stance. TinCow was clearly the bigger man, but Privateerkev seemed more skilled with the blade. TinCow slashed at PK’s ribs and the cut was powerful enough to cut any man open even with leather amour. But PK was agile and danced away from it. PK made his attack and it was a blade master’s show of attack combinations. TinCow tried to block but was less successful. He received several cuts and gashes. TinCow was trying to defend himself as best as he could against PK’s onslaught. TinCow tried to shift the fight into his favour by using his brute strength. He lashed out against PK with a overhand slash from left to right. PK did block it but didn’t see the TinCow’s left fist that followed the sword. PK saw stars as something heavy hit his chin. There was a moment of disorientation before he got his bearings again. This time PK went crazy. The skills he showed were combinations originating from all over the world and TinCow had trouble countering. PK got in a slash against TinCow’s ribcage and a deep cut in this thigh. TinCow was losing and he knew it. PK was hammering his sword against TinCow’s and TinCow found himself with one knee on the ground taking a beating. Suddenly TinCow jerked to the side and PK’s sword hit the ground hard. PK regained his footing fast and twirled to try taking off TinCow’s head. TinCow had expected this and met the blade with his strongest blow. PK’s blade broke in half and TinCow followed with a slash that nearly cut PK in twain.
Darkness surrounded Privateerkev and he found no comfort in it. He saw a light and drifted towards it. Seeing the light filled him with hope. As he entered the light he found peace and was greeted by people he had met in the life. This was a place of comfort and he didn’t miss his mortal guise.
The mighty Thor (Gaius) lay resting against a boulder and his head hurt. The men from the kingdoms had all fallen asleep … well they tried to sleep. Some found it because of exhaustion; others looked up into a night sky that didn’t really fill with stars. Some lights could be seen but that was the exception.
It was hard to gather his thoughts as his head was still ringing from being hit by that enchanted rock.
A chill crept up on him and he didn’t realise the danger until it was too late. He, an Æsir should not feel cold and this could only mean that someone was conjuring black magic in the vicinity. He tried to get up but couldn’t move. He tried to reach out to his hammer and by it throw this spell away, but his hand couldn’t move. A dwarf like being appeared and climbed up on Thor’s chest: “So the mighty Thor and that other so called Æsir decided to off my brother in full view of these mortals. It was not particular nice to stab someone in the back. Unfortunately he was not able to get you before, but I am not as clumsy as he was. The ability to stay hidden and not draw attention is a skill many of us have not yet learned. I will send you home where my brother failed to do so. Rungne was an exeptable loss and will not change what has been put into motion here. Neither you, or that other can do anything to stop us now. Our mission will succeed. Ragnarok will be a reality and you can tell that father of yours when you see him that I will be warming my hands on the burning Yggdrasil. So sayeth Vafþrúðnir.
The dwarf pulled out a vial and poured it into Thor’s throat. The taste was foul and he could sense it had magical attributes.
The world turned and he was no longer in Midgard. The hammer was lost and it would take days before it would return to him.
Damn… outsmarted by Jotun, twice. This was embarrassing.
He filled his lungs with air and roared to the sky. The sound was so terrifying that several members of the wildlife in a few miles radius fell to the ground dead with heart failure.
Killed: (9)
Twilightblade (R1)
Caius (R2)
Rythmic (R3)
Eliit Tuhkur (R4)
shlin28 (R4)
Proletariat (R5)
Kukrikhan (R6)
Fenring (R7)
Gaius Scribonius Curio (R8)
Killed in Holmgang: (7)
makaikhaan (R1)
FactionHeir (R2)
Andres (R3)
woad&fangs (R4)
GeneralHankerchief (R5)
Warmaster Horus (R6)
Privateerkev (R7)
Lynched: (7)
CountArach (R1)
Tratorix (R2)
glyphz (R3)
El Diablo (R4)
Seamus (R5)
Crazed Rabbit (R6)
Sarathos (R7)
WoG: (6)
scottishranger (R3)
TevashSzat (R4)
Quintus.J.Cicero (R4)
Kagemusha (R5)
pevergreen (R5)
Omanes (R5)
Living: (7)
Craterus
discovery1
Husar
Ichigo
LittleGrizzly
Motep
TinCow
Round 8 Conlusion
The fears of the men from the kingdoms grew stronger when they didn’t find Thor amongst them. They were all certain that they had lost favour with the Gods. Their afterlife was in dire trouble. The Gods were angry with them and they did not know why.
They had no law speaker that could direct them. They were men from two Kingdoms and the brotherhood of Jom. The Joms and the Norwegians were still arguing whose fault it was that they were here in the first place. And the quarrel went back and forth.
One of the Joms asked: “Why are the Swedes here?” The men of Norway and Jomsborg looked around and at each other. There were mostly shrugs.
“Yeah, why are you here Swedes?” The Swedes looked baffled: “Why? We were invited here”. That was not good enough for the Joms. “This was a Thing gathering to solve an issue between Denmark and Norway. The Swedes had no part of it”. The Swedes were uncertain of what their role at this Thing would have been. “Someone wanted us here and that’s why we are here”. The Norwegians and the Jomsvikings were joining forces against the Swedes. “I call a hoax when I see one”, said one of the Joms. “Yeah, this smells Jotun work all over”, said one of the Norwegians. The Swedes got angry and one answered: “I say we were set up here, and you are the Jotun”. The Swedes started drawing weapons and were threatening of killing the Norwegians and the Jomsvikings.
Motep was stirring the Swedes and urged them to battle. He was swinging his sword screaming profanities at them. He was about to hand out another series of curses when his eyes widened. Something had penetrated his chest and stood out in front of him. It was a spear and the man that wielded it stepped back and looked at his hands. “discovery1, what have you done? The man called disco was uncertain about what had just transpired. “I … I don’t know. I never meant to …” He looked shocked.
Motep was enjoying his state between life and the hereafter with a Valkyrie on a meadow in between worlds. He was King in this also, according to the Valkyrie.
Tally:
Motep : 3 (Craterus, discovery1, TinCow)
Not Voting : 4 (Husar, Ichigo, LG, Motep)
Killed: (9)
Twilightblade (R1)
Caius (R2)
Rythmic (R3)
Eliit Tuhkur (R4)
shlin28 (R4)
Proletariat (R5)
Kukrikhan (R6)
Fenring (R7)
Gaius Scribonius Curio (R8)
Killed in Holmgang: (7)
makaikhaan (R1)
FactionHeir (R2)
Andres (R3)
woad&fangs (R4)
GeneralHankerchief (R5)
Warmaster Horus (R6)
Privateerkev (R7)
Lynched: (7)
CountArach (R1)
Tratorix (R2)
glyphz (R3)
El Diablo (R4)
Seamus (R5)
Crazed Rabbit (R6)
Sarathos (R7)
Motep (R8)
WoG: (6)
scottishranger (R3)
TevashSzat (R4)
Quintus.J.Cicero (R4)
Kagemusha (R5)
pevergreen (R5)
Omanes (R5)
Living: (6)
Craterus
discovery1
Husar
Ichigo
LittleGrizzly
TinCow
Round 9
Husar was not to pleased about the situation. The Gods were angry and it could be the fault was with the brothers of Jom. This could not be and he had to somehow make it right. Then it dawned upon him. Husar went to the one that had named himself Tyr and he found him in a hushed conversation with another of the Jomsvikings.
“I call you out, Ty, to a Holmgang. Let me be the one that appease the Gods by giving them some sport. I shall give my best”. The one called Tyr turned and looked at the other Jomsviking who nodded. He then turned to Husar with a smile. “I accept thy challenge mortal. I shall fight thee with one arm behind my back”. The other Jomsviking laughed. Husar thought that was a odd remark, but thought no more of it. He had challenged an presumed Æsir and would certainly die in the attempt. Hopefully this would appease the Gods and return the Joms in their favour.
The one named Tyr came on cat’s paws towards Husar, sword drawn. His smile was wide and Husar could see that he was enjoying himself. Husar figured it was because Tyr was the God of single combat and always liked games such as these.
All though Husar was a renowned fighter he was small in comparison to this being soon to be standing a swords length away from him.
Husar was not going to await being cut down and attacked. He pressed a combination that would have opened up a torso on a regular man. But Ty blocked easily. Husar continued with some bold combinations that put him completely open, but Ty was just blocking and didn’t counter attack. The fight went on for several minutes and Husar was getting tired. The other brother of Jomsborg standing to the side watching exclaimed: “Enough play. Either you finish him or let him go”. Ty turned towards this Jomsviking and left his guard down momentarily. Husar saw it and contemplated a second of exploiting it. His tiredness got the better of his judgment and he went for it. A over head slash that would cut deep into Ty’s shoulder was released. The block was faster than anything Husar had seen before and the power of it threw the blade out of Husar’s hands. “So thou would kill me when I was distracted? This is not honourable for a warrior like thee”.
Ty threw the blade back and forth and Husar fell to the ground in three pieces. Death was instant and he was no longer in the presence of the one that had been called Tyr.
Husar was somewhere else and he drew in a lung full of sweet smell. This was not too bad. Had he gone to the place of the Gods? The answer came from behind him as two lithe and feminine hands came snaking round his waist. “Greetings noble warrior, thy place at the table of Odin waits. Thou have remarkable courage and Odin is well pleased with you. He asked me to welcome you, and I see that it will be more pleasure than duty.
Come great warrior, linger here with me a while. Thou wilt see battle soon enough.
In the Norwegian camp, Craterus was sleeping. He had experienced much in these few days at Althing and he was mentally exhausted. Around his neck was the amulet he had found right before he went to bed. As he was deep in sleep he felt the rain running on his cheek. The rain tasted like wine. That was strange … unless … it was a dream. He jolted up from his bedroll and the Dwarf that had poured wine in his mouth fell to the ground. “The accursed poisoner!! … Prepare to be received warmly in Hel”. All though groggy from sleep and a little tired from the drugged wine, he still managed to pull his sword.
Craterus slashed at the dwarf who rolled away dodging the sword as best as he could.
One of Craterus’ blows landed flat sided on the dwarf’s head and sent him rolling into a dark corner. A deep rumble that became laughter erupted from the corner and Craterus could see two yellow orbs reflecting the candlelight. “The dwarf guise was a stupid idea”, the voice continued to rumble. Out from the corner and faster than Craterus’ eyes could register, a dark huge shaped creature emerged. He grabbed Craterus by the throat and shook him about like a rag doll, before throwing him full force against the ground. The smash should have pulverised his bones, but Craterus was as whole as he had been minutes before. The Jotun exclaimed: “Not again. Damn that thunder God and his magic. I will be back sooner than later to finish you off. I think Thor is at his level of strain protecting you. You will not survive another night. Make my words”, was his last words before vanishing in the night.
In the Swedish camp, there were not many men left. Þórvaldr Hjaltason, the new Jarl of Gotland was contemplating the earlier events. Why had he run Erik the Victorious through with a spear? It was like he never had any control over his body at the time. He knew of Styrbjörn’s claim to the throne of Sweden being the nephew of Erik. Sweden should have two kings with cooperative authority. Erik had since Styrbjörn’s father’s death ruled Sweden alone. Erik had denied Styrbjörn’s right. Being the leader of the Jomsvikings had taken Styrbörn the Strong all over the world. Could he have learned some controlling abilities? Was it because of mind control that he had killed Erik?
As he lay there contemplating, a small voice came from the dark corner of his tent. A dwarfish being entered the candle light. “Ah good, you are awake. I am sorry I used you in that fashion earlier, but we had to remove Erik and at the time there were too few that wanted him dead”. discovery1 got slowly to his feet. “So you have come to poison me, imp?” The dwarf cocked his head and looked at disco. “I had plans for it, I’ll admit. But now that you are awake I’ll just tear you limb from limb”. disco laughed: “And how would you be able to do this, Imp? You can barely reach my knee caps if you stand on your toes”. The dwarfish eyes glimmered. “Maybe so, dear Lord. At least in this guise”.
The dwarf transfigured and before the now, not so cocky Lord, stood a 9 feet tall beast. “Ah, I was getting tired playing the little man”.
disco knew his last hour was at hand, but he had a sword in hand and he was not about to put his new Lordship to disgrace by cowering. He lifted his arm and was about to slash, when the Jotun grabbed his raised arm and lifted him into the air. “You puny mortal think you can kill me with that tooth pick?” disco felt the Jotun’s hand tightening around his leg and then everything became agony. The pain was indescribable but luckily short. He was not in his tent any longer. A beautiful woman held his hand. “I am sorry I had to pull you away so sudden”, She said. “That damn beast tore you to pieces and the pain would have driven you insane within seconds. Now, we shall get you to Valhalla, where you deserve to be, my Lord. But I see you are in distress. Come here and I will comfort you first.”
Killed: (10)
Twilightblade (R1)
Caius (R2)
Rythmic (R3)
Eliit Tuhkur (R4)
shlin28 (R4)
Proletariat (R5)
Kukrikhan (R6)
Fenring (R7)
Gaius Scribonius Curio (R8)
discovery1 (R9)
Killed in Holmgang: (8)
makaikhaan (R1)
FactionHeir (R2)
Andres (R3)
woad&fangs (R4)
GeneralHankerchief (R5)
Warmaster Horus (R6)
Privateerkev (R7)
Husar (R8)
Lynched: (7)
CountArach (R1)
Tratorix (R2)
glyphz (R3)
El Diablo (R4)
Seamus (R5)
Crazed Rabbit (R6)
Sarathos (R7)
Motep (R8)
WoG: (6)
scottishranger (R3)
TevashSzat (R4)
Quintus.J.Cicero (R4)
Kagemusha (R5)
pevergreen (R5)
Omanes (R5)
Living: (4)
Craterus
Ichigo
LittleGrizzly
TinCow
I shall write the final ending tomorrow. You have 12 hours to party. Until then... :mellow:
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