Round 3

Night 3

Results Holmgang # 2

The execution of a dear and respected member of the Nordmøre camp didn’t go well with the Nørdmøre retinue. They threw wild accusations around and some minor fights ensued.
Some members of the Romsdal retinue laughed at the feeble Nordmøre efforts to share blame of the killings. A Nordmøre man took a swing at a prominent member of the Romsdal retinue and landed a hook to his jaw. The Romsdal man stumbled, but got up again with speed and swung at the Nordmøre man. The swing was so powerful that he couldn’t stop when the Nordmøre ducked. The fist took a bystander in the nose and the man went down nose bloody and broken. The bystander leaped up in seconds and felt his broken nose with surprise. Then he eyed the one who caused it. You and me, Holmgang now.
The Hovgod came rushing to the place and was about to object when he saw the injured man’s cold eyes. Blood for blood then.

The bystander drew his polished sword and attacked at once. The Romsdal man who would fight this Holmgang didn’t have time to draw his, so he grabbed a fistful of sand and threw it into the eyes of the bystander coming towards him at full speed. The bystander roared when he was temporary blinded and the Romsdal man kneed him in the groin as he passed and kicked him in the small back. The bystander went down and the Romsdal man had time to draw his sword and get ready before the bystander was back up slashing wildly around him. One of those swings did find its way home and a crimson stain erupted from the shoulder of the Romsdal man.
The Romsdal man took the next swings on his blade and cut into the forearm of the attacker, but one did get through his guard and left a red angry wound across his ribs.
The next wound was dealt by the Romsdal man though, and a series of slashes left the bystander bleeding on the ground ready to yield. But this was not the end the Romsdal man had hoped for. The bystander all though tired looking leaped to his feet with new vigour and with immense force knocked the guard of the Romsdal man aside and dealt two wounds to his arms before running him through. The Romsdal man looked incredulously at the hilt hugging his rib cage. Blood started running fast from his torso and with it his life.


Night was settling on the camp and Arnvid Torarinsson felt especially rejuvenated but tired all the same. It was time for some shut eye. Arnvid went to his resting place and started honing his fine blade, something he did every night. It was important that the tools of a warrior were well tended. While honing his sword, Arnvid heard a commotion behind him. He looked over his shoulder and was barely able to duck his head under a slash of steel that would have taken his head off. A half naked man with crazed eyes and foam around his mouth was desperately trying to kill him. Arnvid got to his feet thinking this man was not right in the head. Arnvid was already holding his perfectly balanced blade honed with razor edges. The apparently crazed man turned with incredible speed and lunged for Arnvid. Arnvid had for some reason no problems avoiding the attacks from the crazed man. The crazed man hacked and slashed wildly but with enough force should any of them hit Arnvid, he would lose a limb or worse. The attacks grew to a crescendo and Arnvid avoided them all.
The man was finally getting tired and realizing he could not finish what he had started ran into the woods, leaving a panting Arnvid. He would need to hone that blade again.

The grizzled warrior from the last Holmgang tended his wounds. It was time to change the bandages. He removed the one over his left eye. As painful as it was he calmly stripped the wound for clinging bandage without so much as a wince.
He was about to reaply with fresh bandage when he heard breaking noises in the woods just behind him. He got up and looked around. He never saw the big pine that swung into the side of his head. There was a blinding flash and he felt his body flying through the air into the woods finally hitting another pine. His broken body slammed to the ground and his head swam. It would take some time to recover from this injury was his first though. He felt the ground shake in a set interval, as if something enormous was walking towards him. A inhumanly dark voice split the night; So, you have problems keeping your eyes in this world too? The grizzled warrior turned his head and saw a large darkness towering over him, yellow eyes beaming in the darkness. I told you this was our man, the voice continued. Another shadow appeared with nearly identical beaming eyes. The grizzled man, saw the first shadow move and felt and heard a ripple in the ground. He tried to move, but his body wasn’t up to it. He felt every bone crush in his body as a boulder the size of a long ship came crashing down atop him. He was still conscious when he felt the ground burn around him turning the boulder molten. This was more than he could handle and released his hold on this world. Fresh air blew in his face as he stood staring over the Bitterfrost Bridge. It would be a while before he would be able to go back over to Midgard.

The morning came and it was apparent that another man was missing and a story of a survivor after an attempted murder told them that there were still murderers among them.
The Hovgod asked them to again find a candidate and hopefully the very someone who had performed the deeds these last few nights.

Deadline: 16:00 (4pm) US Central, 23:00 CEST, 05:00 Western Standard (AUS)


Alive:




Killed:

Seamus Fermanagh (N1)
Earthling (N1)
Csargo (N1)
Seon (N1)
Ironside (N2)
Captain Blackadder (N2)
classical_hero (N3)

Lynched:

Visorslash (D1)
Mr. Stuka (D2)

Holmgang:

Major Robert Dump (H1)
Kagemusha (H2)