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The crowd was rather silent after the execution. They started on their way to their respective camps when suddenly the silence was pierced by someone; If it hadn’t been for that “female dog” Gyda, this would have been avoided. The men from Hordaland were bristling as it was their princess this dog was slagging. Take that back you filthy son of a worthless thrall. A particular big fella stood forth from the Hordaland camp pointing at the Rogaland sod who had uttered the hateful words against Gyda. The Rogaland man just shrugged; I spoke the words that are on everyone’s tongue, but dare not spit.
The Hordaland man was looming over the Rogaland man in moments, Take it back, NOW!!!
Or what? Answered the Rogaland man. The Hordaland man puffed up his chest; I will break you...
The Rogaland man smiled: With what? That limp hard-on you have for Erik’s daughter? The Hordaland man took the Rogaland man by the throat and lifted him into the air. The Rogaland man kicked the Hordaland man in the roe sack which caused him to be dropped. The Hordaland man needed a few seconds, but then he came at the Rogaland man with his battle axe drawn. The Rogaland man drew his own fine and sharp steel blade and with a quick Varangian tri-combo wounded the Hordaland man so that he dropped his axe... and his head.
A large man was sitting alone contemplating while polishing his was hammer. The Jotun... He could sometime smell them, the filthy sods they were. But then the vapour would disappear.
They must be here, hiding.
A stranger appears, carrying two horns of mead. He sits himself opposite the large man and offers one to him. The large man accepts, always thirsty. The stranger holds his horn high; To Gyda and her usurper lover. The large man holds his high too, but doesn’t reply. It was a strange skål, but hey... mead is mead. Skål!!
The large man drinks deeply... the liquid spilling from his chin. He wants to drain the horn in one go, but there seems to be no end. He gulps and gulps but there is no end to it.
This is ridiculous, He could draw a whole pitcher in one go, this mead horn was but a fraction of that. He finally couldn’t sink another drop and throws the horn away. It lands and sea-water is gushing out of it.
The stranger laughs; I can’t believe you fell for that twice.
The large man spits and then it dawns on him as he can smell it. But it was too late. A pair of huge hands grabs him from behind with such force that his shoulders feel as they are being pulverized. The stranger gets to his feet and where a normal human was before, a huge creature with yellow eyes stand. I guess you wish you were in your true form, but you can’t change as fast as we can... the horn he is holding in his huge hand changes too and becomes a large trident which he places at the large man’s throat. The large man struggles; You!!
The creature laughs with a chill voice and talks to the one who is holding the large man in some guttural language. The large man gets angry and starts to pull away from the creature holding him. He summons all his strength and by sheer will power taps into his true core. He feels his arms fracturing and shoulders dislocating. Then the Creature lets him go. The momentum that had been building up catapults him into the trident which runs him through.
The creature holding the trident pins the large man to the ground with a powerful stab. The large man struggles to get loose, but the other creature is there holding something over his head. He smiles and then drops the 20 ton boulder on top of the large man, utterly crushing his body. The large man suddenly finds himself standing by the Bitterfrost Bridge, red hair and beard flowing in the wind. He yells toward Midgard; I will have your heads for this Jotun.
He slams the ground with his mighty fist and Midgard trembles, waking people up in the middle of the night.
Gyda Eiriksdottir sneaks out of the forest, looking for a place to rest when she hears someone yelling from the right. She stops and hunkers down. A half naked man comes running towards her. She first thinks he can’t see her, but he looks pretty determined to reach the place where she is. She gets up and starts running but her skirts doesn’t allow for speed. The man soon catches up to her and swings his Frankish sword at her. She barely gets away, but a crimson stain appears on her back. She explodes; You insolent maggot!!!. She turns and meets the crazed man head on with her own blade. The man seems under the influence of something. His eyes are blood red and white foam is running from his mouth. She suddenly remembers; Berserkrgangr!! This man is poisoned. With cat like movements she dances around the wild swings of his expensive blade. It is not easy as the state he is in, greatly enhances speed and strength. This won’t do – she can’t die, here, not like this. She draws on her inner strength and suddenly lashes out, lopping off the crazed man’s arm. The crazed man doesn’t seem to lose momentum. He tries to grab her by the throat with his free hand. She is angry now. With a twirl and a strong slash she takes his head. She walks slowly up to the now still body and its silent head. I will not let you jeopardise my mission, fool man. Gyda dries her sword on the grass while scanning the area. I hope no-one noticed.
Tormod Safte Olavsson was tired after a long day of discussions. He wanted nothing but sleep.
He would not get any... As he walked alone near the camp, he was attacked by a crazed man whom seemed intent on killing him. This man was yelling and screaming with spit and saliva foaming around his mouth. Tormod took to his side, but didn’t find his sword. That’s right, it was being oiled by a serf man. This was not good. The crazed man wielded an axe and small trees were chopped down by the swings that missed Tormod.
The crazed man continued his advance and Tormod’s leg got caught on a rock. He fell to the ground and didn’t feel the axe cleaving his head.
The crazed man continued into the forest howling like a rabid dog and suddenly dropped to the ground exhausted.
The morning came and dire news with it. Two kings were slain this night. The King of Sunnmøre and Rogaland lay at the feet of the Hovgod who looked genuinely sad. This is dire news indeed. Let’s hope we can contain any anger that their retinues might have. And let’s keep this under wraps for now. We do not want their home kingdoms mustering.
Let’s really do our jobs this round and find the perpetrators.
Vote, people
Deadline: 16:00 (4pm) US Central, 23:00 CEST, 05:00 Western Standard (AUS)
Killed:
Seamus Fermanagh (N1)
Earthling (N1)
Csargo (N1)
Seon (N1)
Ironside (N2)
Captain Blackadder (N2)
classical_hero (N3)
woad&fangs (N4)
B_Ray (N5)
Believer (N5)
Renata (N5)
Lynched:
Visorslash (D1)
Mr. Stuka (D2)
issaikhaan (D3)
Nightbringer (D4)
Holmgang:
Major Robert Dump (H1)
Kagemusha (H2)
ELITEOFKINGWARMAN88 (H3)
GeneralHankerchief (H4)
Re: Midgardsaga III Summary thread.
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