The Midgard Saga II [Concluded]

[Sigurd]

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)