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 disco's 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”.
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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.
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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.
