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"You fear death too much, Tristan," Gaeirmund mutters, his eyes not leaving Tornuaq.

"Ay, he has too much power with no threat to his life! Cap'n! Once more I beg you! The skraeling, a dark tent and a weapon of torture! I beg you!"

Gudrun feels at this point that he's pushing the envelope but grins all the same at the notion of it.

Captain Gunharr holds out his arms between Tornuaq and his Viking soldiers, giving Tornuaq some breathing room.

Silence boys. Let the Skraeling speak. Hold the knife.... Captain Ingvar closes his eyes for a moment. Tor-nu-aq!
The gods speak often of you Tornuaq. Now hold your knife before I let my.. man Gudrun have his pleasantries with you.

"It is never a good idea to torture one who sees visions of the gods. You'll get us all turned into hogs or something, Gudrun." Gaeirmund rasps, making a superstitious gesture with one hand.

Tornuaq swallowed hard, he didn't like the idea of being tortured, wasn't even sure what tortured meant but it was obvious the one called Gudrun was blood thirsty and sadistic. Pulling the scramasax from his belt, Tornuaq closed his eyes and began to concentrate on the mountains, particularly the mountain and the path the scramasax had shown him before.

Ingvar glances back and forth nervously, at Tristan, at Tornuaq.
A captain corpse, a Skaeling who speaks in Nordic tongue, and visions from the gods. When will this devilry cease?

Growing impatient, he prods the native with the butt of his axe, "THE GOLD SKRAELING... WHERE IS THE GOLD? ASK THE KNIFE!!!"

Tornuaq rubbed his stomach, grateful it was the blunt end of the weapon he got prodded with and said, "The gold, the destination in general has been shown to me. A river my people know, now flows in the opposite direction that it once did. We must follow this river, it is this path we must take if we are to successfully navigate the treacherous Mount Odin."

"And how is the mount treacherous, seer?"

"A river? Flowing in the opposite direction! Horseshit! If you take us on a wild goose chase....I swear...." Gudrun snarls at the skraeling, shaking his fist.

Tristan looks at Gaeirmund and winces...

We need no seer to know that these mountains will be treacherous Gaeirmund. In the heart of winter, a simple hill could prove deadly. As for this skraeling river... I will have to see it for myself.

Captain Gunharr smiles wide, pleased with Tornuaq's cooperation and rthen turns to adress the host of Vikings.

A thank yah Skraeling! Ready your trinkets lads... We make for the cursed river!

Captain Gunharr then points to Gudrun.

Watch the Skraeling Gudrun. If he escapes... It's on your head, Do you understand?

Tristan walks with Gaeirmund and puts an arm around his shoulder.

ooc- Mi-go see pm.

Tornuaq shrugged, "I'm not quite stupid enough to try to escape so you have an easy job on your hands."

"Aw, now don't take all my fun away. Just go ahead and try, skraeling. It'd be a pleasure to hunt you down." He grins at him, then nudges him in the back with his fist. "Get moving!"

Tornuaq looked at the one who just shoved him with a look of disdain and said, "You do know that when I have a chance, I'm killing you first right? So far you Vikings are alright but you are walrus blubber."

The Vikings quickly settle themselves into a slow march across the snowy plains of Helluland.

Tornuaq takes the lead followed closely by his jailor Gudrun. Ingvar and Gaeirmund find themselves in the center of the group of Vikings with Tristan and a few other oarsmen. Captain Gunharr, Logain and the zombified Hildegarr take up the rear. To the right, the venerable Broddi scans the horizon atop his Viking steed. They are only a few miles off when the sounds of wolves holwling off in the distance causes Broddi to stop and raise his hand in alert.

ooc- Gudrun and Tornuaq please roll spot hidden checks.

ooc- Ingvar and Gaeirmund please roll luck checks.

Gudrun stops and looks, but he can't seem to tell what Broddi is looking at. "What? What is it!" He cranes his neck, "Skraeling is this your little trick!"

OC Failed that spot hidden http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/1964406/

Gaiermund comes to an easy alert.

OOC: Rolled 34, passed.

Tornuaq looked around and spotted what was to be seen.

Seeing the Qallupilluk, Tornuaq shouted a warning to the viking. He hoped with that small gesture he would gain some small respect from these people but he doubted that it would.

Ingvar's eyes are sharp, like a hawk.

"Well well, what do we have here?"

Everyone spots the shadow as it moves under the ice. A creature covered in thick dark scales with a long protruding nose and dark claws crashes through snow and ice and grips onto the warhorse Broddi was riding. It begins to pull the Viking and the horse into the water as both struggle to stop it.

Then, due to the Skraeling's call, Gaeirmund senses movement beneath his own feet and the ice begin to crack above a large shadow in the ice.

Ingvar spots a similar Shadow dart past him towards Tristan and Logain.

ooc- Gaeirmund roll dodge. Everyone else, please roll initiative and state your actions.