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.