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Posted: **Sat Jan 10, 2009 4:50 am**

Faroo and Mannitok had expected to catch up to chief Kalituk soon after they departed the Dorset tribe but it seemed the venerable hunter moved with the speed and endurance of the caribou. A blizzard had risen and the wind was against them, so after a few hours of steady mushing, the dogs needed to rest. The morning sun had faded but the snow still lit the plains as the powerful light of the full moon seemed to set each snowflake ablaze, even through the storm.

ooc- Currently on Baffin Island the sun rises at 7:30 am and sets at 111:30 am. It is dark at Noon.

Mannitok was first off his sled and he held his arm over his face for protection from the winds as he shouted to Faroo

The trail will be gone by morning if this keeps up brother! No matter… Kalituk will be forced to light a fire. We’ll spot him.

Mannitok looks up to the moon through the violent sheet of biting cold and snow.

Aningan, the moon god, is strong this day Faroo. I would not want to be a woman, out in this storm.

Posted: **Sat Jan 10, 2009 1:12 pm**

The women would be unfortunate indeed agrees Faroo. Come now lets start a camp, have some food and then scout the area before dark.

Posted: **Sat Jan 10, 2009 1:15 pm**

KALITUK! Screams Faroo at the top of his vocal capacacity.
Idea roll 1d100=49 Passes Idea (70)

Posted: **Mon Jan 12, 2009 9:22 pm**

ooc – Idea roll. It might be an idea to build a shelter around the fire to protect it from prying eyes and to hide your camp from predators. A quick igloo construct can be built in only an hour or so. Was there anything specific you were thinking of an idea for?

The Dorset hunters rest for a few hours. Faroo wakes suddenly to Mannitok shaking him.

Faroo! Wake up! There is something alive on the plains. It walks with an evil shaking motion like nothing I have ever seen. Wake up!

Faroo rises and looks over their shelter. In the distance Faroo can see a large group of men dragging themselves through the snow. The blizzard had stopped and in the moonlight the two Dorset Hunters can make out their silhouettes quite well. They limp and moan and twist in agonizing ways. Some appear to missing arms and most of them are armored with a sort of skin they had seen dressed on the Norseman Thorrin that had visited their village. Thorrin was a friendly enough folk but these things were nothing like their new Viking friend.

What are they Faroo? What should we do?

Faroo had trained with the venerable hunter Qannaq and most of the Dorset hunters respected his words even though he was still considered an adolescent by Dorset standards.

Posted: **Mon Jan 12, 2009 9:34 pm**

"Put out the fire, lets move away from this camp quick and bury ourselves in snowholes. Quick now, these are fell creatues indeed. I like not their smell"

Hide (10%) 50%

Roll to hide from the creatures in the snow. Dig ice foxhole. (1d100=60)

Posted: **Tue Jan 13, 2009 8:09 am**

As the mass of dark armoured figures stretches across the plains, Faroo counts more than 30. Then to the hunter's dismay, three of the twitchy silhoettes break off from the pack and begin to move towards Faroo and Maniitok's shelter.

Posted: **Tue Jan 13, 2009 10:11 pm**

With the fire out from the ice, the smoke has drawn attention.
Farro and his companion steady themselves low in their half dug snow holes and hold their bone tipped spears from the sled at the ready.
Not a twitch is made by Faroo as prepares for the worst.
Spot Hidden (25%) 50%
Roll to observe figures more keenly. Looking for any weak spots on them. (1d100=30)

Posted: **Tue Jan 13, 2009 10:51 pm**

As the figures draw closer Unulaq can see the flesh dangling and rotting from deep wounds all over their bodies. The wounds don't seem to hinder their movement any (Aside from the limping and twitching) Faroo sneaks a peak and spots the white in the eyes of their horror filled faces.

The lead creature moans and calls out to the hunters.

Melkorka?

ooc- Sanity check (1/1d8) and actions

Posted: **Tue Jan 13, 2009 11:40 pm**

Roll for san (1d100=1) Sanity 58
Back on the sled get the huskies, away lets move

Posted: **Tue Jan 13, 2009 11:54 pm**

Throw spear at one figure
Throw (25%)
Spear (15%) 70%
Spear (15%) 70% (1d100=54)

Posted: **Thu Jan 15, 2009 9:21 pm**

Faroo’s spear digs deep into the shoulder of the lead zombified Viking. It howls out.

Melllllkorka!

ooc- Roll damage. 1d6 + 1d4 (str bonus)

The creature staggers for a moment and then continues slowly forward. Mannitok is unable to move from behind thier makeshift shelter. He shivers and holds his legs tightly against his chest.

Are they still coming Faroo?!? Gods help us!

ooc- Actions please. The undead Vikings will be on you after this round.

Posted: **Thu Jan 15, 2009 10:33 pm**

1d6+1d4=7
Roll for damage.

Faroo runs over to his companion and boots him on to his feet whilst planting the other bone tipped spear from the sled in his hand. "On your feet, help me hold these Vikings off."
Faroo steadys himself placing himself between the Vikings and his friend. He prepares to parry any attacks.

Posted: **Fri Jan 16, 2009 12:39 am**

Faroo's insistance stirs a couragein Mannitok and the Dorset hunter rises to stand beside his friend just as the undead Vikings round the short shelter wall.

ooc- roll attack, and damage if you hit. Plus one parry roll.

Posted: **Fri Jan 16, 2009 8:50 pm**

Hiyahhhhhhh Faroo lunges at the oncoming Vikings

Knife (20%) 40%
1d100=22

Roll for knife damage. (1d4=4)

He hits one and parry attacks another to his left

Parry attack (1d100=60)

Posted: **Fri Jan 16, 2009 8:53 pm**

Come on Mannitok we can make it. Fight, use your training.

Posted: **Mon Jan 19, 2009 8:00 pm**

Faroo easily parries a slow moving Viking swordas one of the Undead Norsemen mindlessly attacks the Dorset hunter. He quickly counters, sinking his stone knife deep into the creature’s side. The beast hardly makes a sound as Mannitok jumps to Faroo’s side and lunges his spearinto the zombie’s neck. The Norse abomination falls back to the ground and the two Vikings move in calling out in their native tongue.

MELKORKA!!!

Mannitok raises his spear and deflects one of the large two handed axes by its hilt. The third zombie’s sword hand swings wide over Faroo's head.

zombie strikes 1- on Faroo: Miss, 1- On Maniitok: Miss, 3- On Faroo: Miss

ooc- new set of rolls please. (Strike, Parry, damage, damage bonus) plus your actions if any...

Spoiler:

Posted: **Mon Jan 19, 2009 9:39 pm**

Attack for Faroo (1d100,1d100,1d4,1d4=[35], [96], [2], [4])

That's it friend, keep moving and ducking. Hiyaaaaaaaaaaahhhh for the love of the moon and the honour of Nanook of the North!

Posted: **Mon Jan 19, 2009 9:40 pm**

Faroo signals with a whistle to his friend to ready the huskies whilst he fends off the remaining foe.

Posted: **Tue Jan 20, 2009 11:30 pm**

Get to the Huskies, ready the sled, let's get out of here Mannitok!

Posted: **Tue Jan 20, 2009 11:38 pm**

Both Mannitok and Faroo press on, stabbing and moving their undead foes. Faroo drags his knife across oen fo the creatures bellies, spilling sea water and bloated intestine onto the snow. Mannitok strikesthe other undead Norseman's thigh and a thick black blood gurgles from the wound with a mind of its own. So furious was the Dorset hunter's attack that they just did not expect the zombie's reposte to be so savage and filled with such a blind hatred for life. One zombie crashes his sword downon Faroo's shoulder. The wound burns as the cold air quickly begins to freeze the blood flowing freely down his arm.

The second zombie in his twisted rage, narrowly misses Maniitok's back as the Dorset hunter turns to help his friend Faroo.

ooc- Faroo takes 5 damage. Rolls please and actions. If you want to run now is the time.

Posted: **Wed Jan 21, 2009 12:15 am**

Faroo takes one more plunge at the Viking zombie as he then jumps onto the sled mushing the dogs away. As his friend fends off more oncoming attacks he takes the reigns and urges them away from the flight.

Faroo used his spear this time.

Stone tipped Spear 1d6+1 +1d4

1d100, 1d100, 1d6+1, 1d4=[97], [11], [3, 1], [2]

Drive Dog sled (20%) 50% Mush mush (1d100=9) On dogs on! He screams.

Posted: **Wed Jan 21, 2009 5:00 am**

The sound of the dogs barking quickly overpowers that of the battle. From the distance, intermixed with the chime of stone on chain, it takes on a musical quality.

Faroo stabs out with his spear as he makes his way to his sled but the stone tip sinks effortless into superficial rotting meat. The zombie swings in slow methodical arches but Faroo is too quick for the undead. He jumps on the back of his sled expecting to move forward but to the hunter's dismay, his rear dog has sprung to his defense. It lunges forward, sinking it's teeth into the zombified Viking and shakes the dead flesh furiously.

Mannitok has similar problems... He stabs out desperately as he backs into his sled. He grips the push bars and urges his dogs forward but his team had gone feral with lust for protecting their master. The sled slides to the left as the Huskies push their way towards the zombie, nearly tipping the thing over.

The zombies cry out as they push on, snarling and snapping at the air.

Melkorka!

ooc - one more dog sled check and you may attack or parry while you do so. Also actions please.

Posted: **Thu Jan 22, 2009 1:44 am**

Final attack before mushing dogs (1d100, 1d100, 1d6+1, 1d4=[65], [36], [3, 1], [1])

yahhh yahh

Roll for further mush of dogs. (1d100=40)

Posted: **Thu Jan 22, 2009 1:45 am**

Speed sled past and away the zombies.

Posted: **Thu Jan 22, 2009 7:12 pm**

Faroo stabs out at the undead Viking and distracts it long enough to get his rear dog back under control. (5 damage) He mushes the dogs forward and his sled begins to move. The zombie reaches for him as he makes his escape but stumbles in his awkward fleshy dance to the snow.

Mannitok holds his spear out in front of him as the zombie presses his attack. The undead Viking’s axe crashes downon the hunter’s spear but the spear holds. He urges his dogs forward calling out to his lead dogs…

Mush Mush Mush!

His dogsbark wildly at their master’s attacker and Maniitok can’t get them under control. As Faroo’s sled pushes forward, Maniitok’s tuns on its side tossing him to the snow, He doesn’t seem to be in immediate danger however as his dogs pounce on the Viking dragging it to the ground in a flurry of fur and snarling teeth.

Posted: **Thu Jan 22, 2009 8:22 pm**

Faroo whistles to the dogs in hope that they will right the sled.

Maniitok, to your feet . Are you allright?

Posted: **Thu Jan 22, 2009 8:52 pm**

I'm OK... Faroo! My dogs!

Mannitok rolls to his feet with the grace of a hunter born and bounds to the aid of his sled team. He stabsdown at the creature with all his might but the zombie's thrashing causes Maniitok to lose his aim and the spear digs deep into the snow. The undead Viking grabs hold of one of the Huskies and snaps it's neck before tearing it's head clear off it's body soaking the snow in bright red blood.

In response, two of Maniitok's huskies pull hard on the undead Norseman's arm and the limb separates with a horrific sloshing sound. Faroo can smell the sudden stench of sea water and rotting flesh from his own sled 20 meters away.

Then Faroo notices that the second zombie, that had fallen to the snow in it's attempt to grab hold of his sled, had gotten up and was limping towards Maniitok's backside. Mannitok was in such a frenzy trying to save his dogs, that he was unaware of the danger he was in.

Posted: **Thu Jan 22, 2009 10:08 pm**

In an absoloute rage Faroo gives a loud whistle to spur both his sled and his friends sled away. He also hurls his spear at the zombie attacking Maniitok.

Loud whistle for the dogs to spur onward and away (1d100=97)

He halts his dogs.

Throw Spear ot oncoming zombie near Mannitok.
Throw (25%)
Spear (15%) 70%

1d100=5

He then charges in a blind frenzy to desperately aid his friend and hack the zombies to bits, aiming for a cleave of their heads with his knife again.

NANOOOOOOOOOK!

1d100, 1d100, 1d4+1, 1d4=[6], [13], [4, 1], [3]

Luck 60

Roll for luck with charge. (1d100=10)

Posted: **Thu Jan 22, 2009 10:13 pm**

Aim for the eyes Maniitok, the eyes, it's their eyes.
Stab them out! Cleave their heads.

Posted: **Mon Jan 26, 2009 3:41 am**

Faroo's spear soars through the night air and lands with a sick sounding KLOOSH! in the zombie head. The zombie stops falls back as a confused look crosses it's face. It mutters...

M... MEL.... KORKA!

It's eyes go dark and it falls back into the snow.

Mannitok's sled dogs tear savagely at the undead Viking until the Dorset Hunter drives his spear into the head of the flailing creature.

Faroo's call combined with Mannitok forces the dogs back under their control. They whimper a few feet from the creature, pleading to their master's to let them continue their feast.

Maniitok looks behind him and smiles at Faroo.

Thanks brother! That was a close one.

Across the plains they can see the zombie hoarde moving North East paying no mind to the three undead souls they lost along the way.

Posted: **Mon Jan 26, 2009 1:46 pm**

Let's tail those things at a safe distance.
Come on.

The dogs are pulled away from the diseased meat and prepared for the sled.

1d100=65

Posted: **Wed Jan 28, 2009 1:08 am**

Maniitok rights his sled and soon the two Dorset Hunters are on the move, following carefully behind the limping zombie horde. The hoarde moves North and they can hear the creatures moan from their vantage point. The wind is against them

MELKORKA!

Mannitok looks to Faroo as they come to a stop on the crest of a high drift of snow.

They move like lemmings Faroo. Herding themselves towards some unknown twisted fate.

ooc- roll Spot Hidden for Faroo.

Posted: **Wed Jan 28, 2009 7:17 am**

Let's keep our distance friend and see where they go, gentle speed now we don't want to be seen, there are too many of them.

spot hidden (1d100=50)

Posted: **Thu Jan 29, 2009 7:15 pm**

Just to the west of the zombie hoarde, Faroo spots two figures hiding behind a snow bank. The zombies are just a few meters away, but they haven't noticed them... yet.

Posted: **Thu Jan 29, 2009 7:57 pm**

They turn the sled towards the two figures and approach with caution.

Posted: **Fri Jan 30, 2009 5:36 pm**

OOC- Do you approach on foot or on sled. On sled will give you penalties to any sneak or hide checks. But on foot will be slower. (dood)

Posted: **Fri Jan 30, 2009 8:30 pm**

On foot, disguise the sled before disembarking.

Posted: **Fri Jan 30, 2009 9:36 pm**

ooc- OK roll a Hide check to cover the Sleds and a sneak check. Manniitok will help with the hide check so add +20% to your roll to cover the sleds.

The two figures in the distance remain hidden from the zombie hoarde as it slowly passes them by, giving the Dorset Hunters time to hide their sleds.

Posted: **Fri Jan 30, 2009 11:00 pm**

Hide sled and sneak towards figures (1d100 + 20, 1d100 =[93, 20], [93])

Posted: **Tue Feb 03, 2009 9:06 am**

The zombie horde passes the two figures lying in the snow as Faroo and Maniitok hide their sleds from view. As they appraoch they quickly notice that the two figures are whitemen. The first, an old woman, hunched over herself and more crooked than a Narwhale's tooth. Her gray matted hair dangles to the snow as she attempts to right herslef. The other figure helps her to her feet. He nearly doubles her height and her girth. His beard made his head look twice its size and gave the man a beastial quality. They'd never seen such hair on a man.... His brown leather hides, studded with shiny metal rings, glint in the powerful light of the full moon. Faroo couldn't help but think the old woman a fool to be out at night with Aningan's moon so high and mighty in the sky. The god of the moon despised women and was most powerful on these strong lunar nights.

When the bulky Norseman lifted the witch he turned and saw the Dorset Hunters approaching.

Now, just over a 100 feet away, the old woman straightened her back and then hunched back over... dragging her finger through the snow.

Maniitok looked wide eyed at Faroo as both Hunters were sure they could hear the old woman cackling.

Posted: **Tue Feb 03, 2009 7:54 pm**

Knowledge 75

Occult (05%)

Faroo suspects something of the witches incantation in the snow. He thinks quickly to take appropriate measures for their protection. (1d100=60)

Posted: **Sat Feb 07, 2009 4:18 am**

Faroo has no idea what the old white woman is up to until the snow begins to rise and swirl about them in a sudden blizzard that quickly envelopes the two strangers. The blizzard begins to slowly expand heading toward Faroo and Maniitok.

Posted: **Sat Feb 07, 2009 11:06 am**

Faroo and his comrade hit the snow and bury themselves once again.

Posted: **Tue Feb 10, 2009 8:46 am**

Mannitok follows Faroo's lead and digs deep into the snow as the blizzard washes over them. The powerful winds and searing cold last only a few minutes. When the storm subsides, both the old woman and the large bearded Norseman are gone.

ooc - Spot Hidden and actions. Also roll luck.

Posted: **Tue Feb 10, 2009 8:48 pm**

Staying silent after the freak blizard they couch on all fours and look around them.
That was close friend. What do you wish to do? Get some rest finally. I'm exhausted. Oh shall we pick up the trail of those zombies?

Spot hidden (1d100=20) Spot hidden for Faroo is (25%) 50%

luck (1d100=41) pass

Posted: **Wed Feb 11, 2009 12:10 am**

Faroo notices a single set of tracks leading over a drift of snow. His eyes quickly follow the boot prints and he notices a small tuft of brown curly hair peeking through the snow. It looks like the Viking tried to bury himself, but was not adept at hiding in the snow like the Dorset Hunters.

Posted: **Fri Feb 13, 2009 5:47 pm**

Faroo shouts out.

Hoyyyy, we know you are there, we can see you. Come out you are covered.

They raise their spears, shrewdly, once more. Aiming at the tuft of hair area.

Posted: **Sun Feb 15, 2009 12:49 am**

The big burley looking Viking stands up and looks around confused.

He goes for the sword at his belt and then thinks better for it. The Viking raises his hands in the air and scowls.

ÉG uppgjöf. Don't drepa mig.

Mannitok looks to Faroo and flashes him a frightened smile. He jerks his head towrds the Norseman.

You go first brother!

Posted: **Sun Feb 15, 2009 2:27 am**

Faroo makes his best we come in peace gesture.

Persuade (15%)

luck roll (1d100=99)

Posted: **Tue Feb 17, 2009 7:10 pm**

The big bearded burley Viking grits his teeth and unclasps his sword belt. It falls to the snow. He then walks slowly towards Faroo, keeping his hands in the air, his eyes leaving the clsoest of tghe Dorset Hunters.

He looks from side to side as if he were expecting something and then grunts dissappointingly. Soon (Unless you shoot him) the Norseman and Faroo are nose to nose. The bearded Viking lowers his head, breaking eye contact for the first time. He bends over and reaches into his boot, slowly drawing a large metal knife similar to one Tornuaq had taken from a Viking he had killed on the plains.

Posted: **Thu Feb 26, 2009 9:33 am**

They stand their ground.

Posted: **Thu Feb 26, 2009 6:27 pm**

The bearded Viking hands the blade to Faroo hilt first.

He says something in Norse and then holds his hands in front of him.

ÉG uppgjöf skraelings

Mannitok looks to Faroo.

What do we do brother? I believe he is surrenduring himslelf to us. Should we take him with us... He looks like he has not eaten in days. He'll die out here alone on the planes Faroo... Though he deserves no less for what his people have done to the Thule.

Posted: **Wed Mar 04, 2009 1:35 am**

Faroo offers the Viking some hot water from his flask and tries his best to greet him and ask if he will come back the their settlement.

Posted: **Wed Mar 04, 2009 9:55 pm**

The big bearded Viking looks warily around and takes the flask... greedily draining it unless Faroo takes it away from him. He looks docile and hungry and seems to pose no immediate threat. The large muscles under his hides and chain however betray him for the Viking warrior he was.

Mannitok questions Faroo's decision.

Do we take him back to the village Faroo? What about Kalituk? Unulaq gave us the resposibilty of returning with our chief.

Posted: **Thu Mar 05, 2009 1:28 am**

You are right friend./
Let's keep him with us as a hostage for now. We must press on and find the Cheif. Should we rest yet? I have lost track of time. I no longer know morning from dusk.

Posted: **Mon Mar 09, 2009 9:40 pm**

The two Dorset Hunters rest with their captive. After a short confusing exchange of Norse words and frantic hand gestures, Faroo and Maniitok conclude that the Vikings name is Oddlog and he was separated from his unit. The old woman he was with was named Melkorka and she abandoned him to whatever fate the Inuit hunters have instore for him. He seems strangely confident and unfrightened of Faroo and Maniitok and behaves more politely and reserved for a Viking barbarian.

ooc- make an Idea check.

Posted: **Wed Mar 11, 2009 1:49 am**

idea (1d100=92)

Posted: **Wed Mar 18, 2009 6:31 am**

When Faroo hears Oddlog say the words "Melkora" over and over again in reference to the magic woman who had abandoned him, he remember that the undead Norsemen he had encontered with Maniitok were calling that very name.

Images of the horrible visage flashes before his mind each time Oddlog speaks her name.

Meeeeeelkoorkaaaaaaa! Meeeeelkoooorkaaaaa

ooc - Sanity check 1/1d6 for the zombie encounter.

Posted: **Thu Mar 19, 2009 2:18 pm**

San check (1d100, 1d6 =[44], [3])

Posted: **Sun Mar 22, 2009 3:28 am**

44 is a pass. Your Sanity Score is 58. No worries... The memory of the zombie horde does little to shakes Faroo's strength of will. But why were the undead Vikings crying out Melkorka's name?

Posted: **Mon Mar 23, 2009 9:19 am**

Who is Melkorka and where is she now? Faroo urges with gesture and drawings in the snow to the Viking.

Posted: **Mon Mar 23, 2009 5:18 pm**

The Viking brute, Oddlog's eyes widen when Faroo mentions Melkorka. His eyes dart around the landscape before shrugging. He doesn't bother trying to explain himself and sighs deeply with frustration.

Maniitok binds his arms and takes the Viking's sword and long dagger. He inspects the weapons and smiles at Faroo.

I like this shiny metal brother... Our people could make good use of these weapons in the hunt.

Posted: **Wed Mar 25, 2009 3:01 am**

Good metal indeed brother. Lets take sufficient rest and then continue to track this Melkorka that the Viking speaks of. Tell him he is free to go but we must keep his blade.

Posted: **Wed Mar 25, 2009 5:12 pm**

The Dorset Hunters are finally able to set up camp and rest until the morning. Faroo awakens to the sound of savage growling. Mannitok's hand quickly pulls the hunter to his feet.

Shhh! They've gone wild.

Four of six of Mannitok's dogs lie dead and bloodied as the other two feast on their carcasses. One of them looks up and snarls before charging to the full length of his reins. He yelps as he runs out of rope and is choked suddenly back.

This allows Faroo to get a better look at the dogs. Skin and tuffs of fur, damage beyond any dog fight, peels of their flesh like skin from a rotting seal. It's eyes are crazed and blood shot and ribs protrude from the dog's side.

He barks madly at Faroo and mannitok before returning to feast on the slaughtered dogs. Faroo's sled and dogs remain suspiciously quiet throughout the whole scene. As if all the dogs just lied down and sat still, shivering with fear as the dogs were torn to pieces.

By Sedna's fingers...

Even their Viking captive Oddlog is horrified.

Ríða Mig!

Posted: **Sat Mar 28, 2009 8:35 am**

Faroo runs a spear through each of the mad dogs.

Posted: **Mon Mar 30, 2009 4:27 pm**

Mannitok helps Faroo kill the infected dogs. WHile the two are busy with their spear work, they turn and see Oddlog still seated at the fire. This had been the perfect opportunity for the bearded Viking brute to run, but he had not.

After the carnage is completed, Mannitok inspects his Faroo's dogs. One of them has a bite mark on his fur and another has three long clawed scratches running down the length of his hind leg.

Mannitok looks at Faroo and grimaces.

Of Faroo's eight dogs, only six of them remain unscarred. All of Mannitok's sled dogs were dead. His dogs could pull one sled holding both of their supplies, or one person. Mannitok looks back to Faroo.

Maybe the bites were old wounds and they opened during the fight. Or maybe they fought off the infection. I don't know if we can afford to kill off two more dogs.

ooc- Make an Inuit Mythos check and make an Idea check please.

Posted: **Tue Mar 31, 2009 2:55 pm**

<a href="http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/2002538/">Inuit Mythos check (1d100=99)</a>

<a href="http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/2002540/">idea check (1d100=72)</a>

Posted: **Wed Apr 01, 2009 4:54 am**

Mannitok looks at the two dogs, scratching his head.

What should we do brother? It will be morning soon and we will need to take adavantage of the dwindling light. We could bind Oddlog's hands and put him on the sled. But the dogs.... What if they turn on us!

The bearded Viking begins to rummage through Mannitok's sled as the two Dorset Hunters make their next move. He quickly finds some seal meat and wolfs it down, hardly taking the time to chew. He grins at Faroo, content with what looks like his first meal in days.

Posted: **Wed Apr 01, 2009 10:29 am**

Enjoy that did you? smirks Faroo.

You are right my friend we need to do something. I think we should kill those two infected dogs, bind his hands so he can't eat aby more supplies and press on in the direction of those zombies we saw. Lets make haste. We could send that Viking on his way but something tells me we will need him. We must make light of our supplies. It's the only way to find our Cheif.

Posted: **Sat Apr 04, 2009 5:49 am**

Mannitok sneers at Oddlog as he takes the seal meat from Oddlog's hands. His good nature gets the best of him, however, and he hands over a large piece. He flashes a guilty look to Faroo.

We'll have to hunt soon anyways... I'll deal with the dogs.

With a suttle sadness, Mannitok seperates the sled dogs and inspects them all thoroughly. Then with two sharp motions he executes the two infected animals.

Oddlog does not object to the bindings and seems happy to cooperate in whatever the Dorset Hunters require of him.

When the group turns in the direction the zombies were headed, Oddlog gets excited and shakes his head shouting at Faroo and Mannitok.

Gera ekki fylgja þessir undead hálfviti. Þeir fylgja Melkorka og ÉG von þeir drepa the gamall norn. Okkar dauði leiða þessi vegur. Taka mig til þinn þorp og þinn women þú heimskur Skraelings.

Posted: **Sun Apr 05, 2009 3:27 am**

He doesn't seem to want to go that way.

Posted: **Sun Apr 05, 2009 3:28 am**

Ok, I trust this brute. Lets call it a day and head back to our village.
Load up the sleds lets go.

Posted: **Mon Apr 06, 2009 7:13 pm**

ooc- You are forced to leave one fo the sleds behind.
You only have six dogs and Oddlog has to be pulled if you wish to bind him.

Is that OK?

Posted: **Wed Apr 08, 2009 12:06 pm**

no problem

Posted: **Tue Apr 14, 2009 7:09 am**

ooc- Roll Luck

ooc- sorry for the long waits... I rarely post on Holidays!

Posted: **Wed Apr 15, 2009 3:55 am**

luck (1d100=20)

OCC: No problem sir, glad to be playing.

Posted: **Wed Apr 15, 2009 6:01 am**

Towards the Ocean.. Faroo spots the feint trail of smoke lingering from a distant campfire. Mannitok spots it as well...

That could be Kalituk... or the witch... or one of these Norse lunatics...

Mannitok kicks snow on Oddlog who appears to be straining to see what was so interesting in the sky.

ooc - make a Track roll

Posted: **Thu Apr 16, 2009 2:16 am**

track (1d100=87)

Posted: **Thu Apr 16, 2009 9:21 pm**

Faroo could normally tell a Dorset Fire from that of any naturally occuring fire or someone untrained in firebuilding techniques, but he just couldn't put his finger on this one.

The fire had smoke characteristics of both skilled and natural fires but Faroo could not explain the sudden thickness building in the smoke..

Mannitok looked similarily confused, though he hadn't had half of Faroos training in such matters.

Posted: **Thu Apr 16, 2009 10:49 pm**

Let's steer clear of this one I don't trust it. Keep moving.

Posted: **Fri Apr 17, 2009 5:03 pm**

Mannitok looks to the smoke in the sky.

But...

He then nods and agrees.

I'm sick of all this madness too brother. Let us return home and find ourselves a nice fat woman to curl up with.

Either way, the captive Viking Oddlog seems happy that the two Dorset Hunters are turning away from the sea.

He smiles before curling up with the supplies on the last remaining sled.

The travel is slow, but the Hunters finally arrive back at their village before the days end. The night sky is clear and the landscape is lit by the brightness of the full moon. Few Dorset figures walk the paths between the hutts. All of the dogs have been brought inside whcih is very strange and certainly out of character for the tribe.

Faroo and Mannitok are surprised to see the village so quiet; even during the full moon, when women tend to stay indoors for fear of angering the moon god Aningan. No fires are lit, save one.... and that can only be seen from within the village. The Shaman's Hutt fire burns brightly.

There also seems to be some activity in the Elder's Hutt as low murmers can be heard from where Faroo and Mannitok stand beside their sled and the now slumbering Oddlog.

Posted: **Sun Apr 19, 2009 1:38 pm**

Come on let's report to the elders hut. They will be interested in our story.

Posted: **Mon Apr 20, 2009 9:27 pm**

What should we do with him?

Mannitok glances at Oddlog.

Posted: **Thu Apr 23, 2009 5:08 am**

He's coming with us.

Come on.

Faroo makes for the elders hut dragging the Viking with him.

Posted: **Thu Apr 23, 2009 8:31 pm**

Oddlog doesn't resist and follows Faroo and Mannitok happily, smiling a dumbfounded grin the entire way.

Mannitok parts the flap leading into the Elder's hut and is surprised to see his Sister sitting on a polar bear rug in front off the Elders. Their parents are watching, seated along the side of the Hutt. Faroo hears Sashila's last comment before he interrupts.

The Black Wolf did nothing.... I do not remember what happened at the Weasel River Elder Pamiruq...

Sashila bows her head shamefully.

Elder Pamiruq looks to Faroo and his eyes widen as he spots the Viking lumbering behind the Dorset Hunters.

What is the meaning of this Faroo?

Posted: **Thu Apr 23, 2009 9:44 pm**

For the complete story see page 3 to 5 of this thread. Ignore all the Threads related to Yuralria and the combing ceremony.

http://www.callofcthulhu.org.uk/viewtop ... &sk=t&sd=a

Also for more on Unulaq and Faroos encounter with the Black Wolf.

http://www.callofcthulhu.org.uk/viewtop ... =98&t=1377

Posted: **Fri Apr 24, 2009 9:16 am**

We have looked for the Cheif but have found nothing but Zombie Vikings and this one sane one we have brought back.
Also we have learnt tell of a dangerous witch by the name of Melkorka.
We have failed you.

Posted: **Tue Apr 28, 2009 8:37 pm**

Elder Pamiruq nods..

You are too hard on yourself boy. Kalituk is a wisened hunter. It was not likely you could find him if meant not to be found. He has turned his back on his people. We must move forward in this time of...

The Elders' eyes then turn to the Viking standing behnd him.

You bring another pale face into our village? I am glad, however that this one is bound ansd submissive. For what purpose do you bring your prisoner here before the council Faroo?

Faroo then spots Qannaq( His mentor) in the back of the hut. He frowns at Faroo and his attention then turns back to Sashila.

Posted: **Wed Apr 29, 2009 4:39 am**

Well, to be honest, I was unsure of whether we should keep him bound or not. Where can I put him. I can build a sepearate igloo for him or put him to work.

Posted: **Thu Apr 30, 2009 6:53 pm**

The Elder shakes his head.

No Faroo... Leave him here. Fetch the boy.. Torngusak.. He seemed to have taken a liking to you if I recall. He will translate what this smelly brute has to say. We must learn more of these Norseman's plans.

Qannaq quickly takes the opportunity and steps forward from the back of the Elders Hut.

I will accompany you brother...

As Qannaq leads Faroo out of the Elders Hutt to retrieve the Thule boy Torngusak, he puts a caring hand on his students shoulder.

The Elders are working to replace Chief Kalituk.

Qannaq laughs..

Your name has come up several times

Posted: **Fri May 01, 2009 5:41 am**

Oh great, I mean, I can do it..... It's just a whole load of responsibility.

Posted: **Wed May 06, 2009 7:39 am**

Qannaq laughs... I imagine you could young one.. But you will need to hunt a great white bear before you can pick up the white spear and claim the right to rule the tribe. The Elders would support you if you wished to try such a thing. Unulaq is their first choice, but his friendship with the Norseman and his ties to Tornuaq make the Elders suspicious. Arrluk is their third choice. He has killed a polar bear but they fear he lost too much when he fell in the river so many ago.

Posted: **Wed May 06, 2009 8:06 am**

I see. Faroo thinks deeply. Lost in meditation.

Posted: **Tue May 19, 2009 4:44 am**

Finally they find the child and bring him back to the elders hut. He translates the Vikings speech fo them.

Posted: **Fri May 22, 2009 7:55 pm**

Faroo and Qannaq find the Thule boy Tongusak with an elderly Dorset Couple. He spots Faroo and smiles running to his side, obviously thankful for a familiar face. His pet fox, sleeping by the dim light of the weakened fire, opens a tired eye. (Bright fires were doused so as not to give away their location to the Vikings)

Oh thank the godess! Faroo! Is everything OK? Where is Yuralria. She promissed she would never leave me.

ooc- Spot Hidden

Posted: **Sat May 23, 2009 12:50 pm**

Spot hidden (1d100=9)

Faroo sits down and asks anyone if they have some tobacco for his pipe.
He huddles close to the fire.

Posted: **Tue Jun 02, 2009 4:24 am**

ooc - You are not yet in the Elder's hut but the Dorset Hunter assigned to care for Torngusac has some tobacco and offers it up to Faroo. Qannaq also packs his own ivory pipe and waits patiently.

Faroo spots something very strange. The fox that Torngusac has been keeping as his pet looks momentarily at Faroo before quickly turning away. Faroo swears that the creatures eyes are red and that can mean only one thing. The Thule boy's pet fox is an Ijiraat.

Posted: **Tue Jun 16, 2009 4:27 am**

What's happening with your foxes eyes youngling? They glow.

Posted: **Sun Jun 21, 2009 11:18 am**

Faroo smokes his pipe and waits for the boy to answer.

Posted: **Fri Aug 28, 2009 6:26 am**

Torngusac smiles down at his pet fox and pats it on the head.

The Fox's red eyes meets stare into Faroo with an intensity beyond its years and then darts out of the tent.

Torngusac is startled by the sudden movement and reaches out for him.

Kadzit! No! Faroo is our friend.

ooc - roll an INuit Mythos check +15%. Or look in the Eskimo Homework Thread...

http://www.callofcthulhu.org.uk/viewtop ... f=74&t=881

Posted: **Sat Aug 29, 2009 11:45 am**

Mythos check (1d100+15=99)

(Is that a fail?) I added 15 to the roll. Mayb e I should have added 15 to my Mythos score.

Posted: **Mon Aug 31, 2009 7:50 pm**

- you should have added 15 to your mythos skill. It's still a fail though...

Faroo can remember little of what his Elders have taught him of the Ijirraat. He can vaguely recall a battle he had recently where they were attacked by wolves with red eyes, baring the symbol of some Viking god. One thing he is sure of however, the fox was no ordinary fox. It was an Ijiraat.

Posted: **Tue Sep 15, 2009 5:04 am**

Faroo informs the elders of this dog with red eye

Posted: **Tue Sep 15, 2009 6:24 pm**

Faroo walks with Qannaq back to the Elder's hutt, bringing the Thule boy with him as instructed.

Many of the Dorset people are now gathered in the large Elder's Hutt. When Faroo enters the Hutt a silence washes over the excitable crowd. Oddlog, Faroo's Viking captive looks to Faroo with hopeful eyes. The Viking barbarian had not been harmed in Faroo's absence but the look of fear permeating through Oddlog's every movement reminded the Dorset Hunter of a snared wolf.

Elder Makittuk rises and nods to Faroo as he took his place amogst his people.

Sit Faroo. Is the boy ready?

Torngusac nods and then Faroo tells the Elders of red eyed dog.

Elder Pamiruq shakes his head.

We don't have time to deal with malcontent spirits in the wake of this attack on our lands. Qannaq.... Find this Ijiraat and deal with him as you see fit.

Qannaq quickly rises and exits the tent.

Elder Makittuk then addresses Faroo.

Faroo, this Norseman is your prisoner. You will begin the Interrogation.

Posted: **Wed Sep 16, 2009 5:11 am**

OK,

Tell us more of this Malcorka my friend?

Posted: **Wed Sep 16, 2009 5:32 pm**

Oddlog seems more relaxed when Faroo begins his questions. Torngusac takes the hint quickly and begins to translate the burly Viking's words as he speaks them. Every so often the Thule boy scratches at the Viking rune carved on his forhead.

Oddlog spits suddenly at the mention of Melkorka.

That witch of a whore... She is up to something. We all thought we were here on another one of Captain Gunharr's campaigns. He gets all the good ones... Storm the shores... Take what we want... Our job was to hold the South Eastern Shores of Helluland until the king arrived. Then we were hit by...

Oddlog stops...

Demon Whales!

Oddlog looks around the room judging the Dorset tribe's reaction to the Vikings response. Loud murmors of Ijiraat and spirit whales bouce around the Elder's Hutt. Oddlog continues.

Only ten of us made it shore. Those gods be damned beasts tore our ship to splinters. The rest died in those bloody waters. We all wanted to wait by the water.... Set a fire! Maybe the king's dragon boat would be closer than we thought, but Melkorka pushed us on... That dirty old cow! Melkorka's got her beady little bitch eyes set on a rune she says is in these mountains.

When Captain Gunharr rose from the dead with his army of drowned Vikings left from our ship. I ain't lying for sure as Hel. One of them was me friend Hildegarr. I saw with me own eyes as a giant whale swallowed him whole for sure I did.

Anyways... Melkorka's a bitch. She'll put a hex on yah! Put her old hag finger in your ass and twist it for giggles. That bitch!

Posted: **Fri Sep 18, 2009 6:57 am**

Well Elders what do you think of that?

Where can we find this Melkorka now Oddlog?

Posted: **Thu Sep 24, 2009 4:04 am**

The Elders are shocked at the Viking's crude tongue. Torngusac translates the Vikings words as best he's able.

The witch left me to rot. She took the food we stole from those Skraelings we killed and head off into the mountans without me... Chosen one my asshole! I'm hungry like a blocked up whore! You feed your prisoners here?

Posted: **Tue Sep 29, 2009 7:38 am**

Faroo knocks the Viking out as he is tired of his cursing

Posted: **Tue Oct 20, 2009 3:58 am**

ooc - sorry for ther delay ash. I got a couple more Eskimos to join your thread but I'm getting them set up.

The Edlers nod as Foaroo knocks the beligerant Viking to the hut floor. It is clear they aprove.

Elder Pamiruq calls out to his fellow hunters

.
If all of the invaders are as stupid as this one, we will have little trouble hunting them.

Edler Makittuk scoffs.

Do not forget Pamiruq... that there are spirt users amongst these Norsemen. Men and women of great magic and understanding of this world. Those like our Viking friend Thorrin and these foul witches. I fear great evil is upon us.

One of the hunters drags Odlog off to the side.

Faroo's spots his friend Mannitok flash Oddlog a murderous look before turning his head down back to his Elders.

What are we to do then Elders... Do we leave the village and flee into the mountains... Do we hunt these Barbarians.. Or do we do nothing as we always have and hope the godess brings peace to us on a sled pulled by Ijiraat dogs?

Elder Makittuk rises and waves his finger to all the Dorset men standing in the hut.

This is a decision our Chief must make for himself. Who among you would make this choice?

Posted: **Tue Oct 20, 2009 10:01 pm**

"Father, calm yourself," says Kirima to Makittuk.
"Our people need a hero, a strong leader who will challenge the barbarians!" The passion of her outburst is tempered by the realisation of her lowly status.

Posted: **Wed Oct 21, 2009 11:19 pm**

Kinaktok stood, unsure, but very willing to speak his mind.

"She is right. We do need to do something about this."

Waiting another moment, until everyone was listening, he continued on.

"We cannot make it to the mountains and hope to survive there. We need to stay here, Ijiraat or not. We can defend our home, but only if we properly scout what these vikings might be doing."

Posted: **Thu Oct 22, 2009 4:11 am**

Let's prepare another scouting party and leave the next morning before dawn. Who is with me?

Posted: **Thu Oct 22, 2009 5:17 am**

"I will go with you. Is there anyone else who would go?" Kinaktok spoke, his tone fishing for other members of the tribe.

Posted: **Thu Oct 22, 2009 12:40 pm**

"I have the body of a weak girl; but, inside beats the heart of an ice bear!" she shouts, almost beating her breast - and obviously not heeding her own advice to Makittuk. "Let me go, father. I want to go!"

Posted: **Tue Oct 27, 2009 10:00 pm**

Elder Makittuk stands and looks sternly at her daughter.

No Kirima, It is forbidden!

Elder Pamiruq stands and argues with his long time rival Makittuk

We have already lost four Hunters to these troubling times. How many would we send out into the snow, leaving our village unprotected if these Norsemen find us while our men are scouting the plains. I say let your daughter go before there are too few men to hunt once this trial of spirit has passed.

Posted: **Wed Oct 28, 2009 1:13 am**

"Perhaps it would be best if Kirima acted as a messenger. While those of us who are looking out, if something comes up, Kirima can be sent back quickly to inform the village"

Posted: **Wed Oct 28, 2009 11:25 am**

"Yes! Yes! Oh please. A messenger: I can run as fast as any boy of 15 summers - all our people know that to be true," she looks round the gathering imploringly, as if to convince them by her enthusiasm. "And I can cook: my caribou and lichen stew will give men strength to kill the barbarian!"

Posted: **Wed Oct 28, 2009 11:57 am**

Hmmm stew, that sounds promising.

Posted: **Thu Nov 05, 2009 8:07 am**

Elder Makittuk nods defeatingly.

Very well. Faroo... You will take my daughter Kirima and Paniruq's son Kinaqtok onto the plains to search out these Norsemen. Tell us where they are headed and count their numbers.

Edler Paniruq interrrupts patting his son on the back.

Yes! Perhaps the sons and daughters of the Dorset Elders will bring us information we can use, rather than the blithering obsceneties of this barbaric fool.

Posted: **Thu Nov 05, 2009 9:51 am**

"I believe he was being obscene for a reason. Perhaps if had something to eat, he would have been more...open to talking?" Kinaktok spoke, correcting his father, but also stepping into dangerous territory doing so.

Posted: **Thu Nov 05, 2009 12:15 pm**

She smiles, like the pup that got the cream; chin slightly raised and a haughty look in her eye.

In a charming manner: "I say break the beast's fingers, one by one."

Posted: **Sun Nov 08, 2009 3:48 am**

Elder Makkituk crosses his arms and looks sternly at Kirima.

Daughter... That is no way to speak in front of your Elders.

Elder Pamiruq pokes his son in the ribs and smiles whispering loud enough for all to hear.

If you had half the guile of this woman Kinaktok, you would be chief by now.

Then the Viking barbarian Oddlog stirs slightly lifting his head quizically to Faroo and rubbing a large goosegg that had formed on the top of his head where the Dorset hunter had smashed him into a short slumber. He mumbles something in Viking and the Thule boy who had acted as translator hesitates to translate Oddlog's words.

Posted: **Sun Nov 08, 2009 1:38 pm**

"Sorry father, I forgot myself. I apologise to the rest of the community as well."
Kirima is not finished speaking: "This meet is not my place to gabble like an angry child," she turns round, gazing at everyone; "but I must say, we Dorset people face annihilation - surely we defend our lives with whatever method we choose. I say torture the barbarian!" She adds in a quieter tone, "Rape and slaughter - this is what these animals will visit upon us."

Posted: **Wed Nov 11, 2009 7:05 am**

"That may be what they wish upon us when they arrive. However, torturing this one will not get us far. We can still use him, despite his foul mouth. Surely, the rest of you can see this?"

Posted: **Wed Nov 11, 2009 9:57 am**

Kirima feels like an age passes after Kinaktok speaks. The fire dies in her eyes. "Once again, I apologise for my emotion, frustration consumes me!"
"Kinaktok," she licks her dry lips, unsure of herself now, "what would you do with ...it."

Posted: **Thu Nov 12, 2009 9:53 am**

"Well, why don't we feed him? He was complaining about himself being hungry, wasn't he?" Kinaktok suggests, hoping at least someone would agree with him.

"It's possible he might tell us more."

Posted: **Thu Nov 12, 2009 10:17 am**

"Food?"
Warming to the idea: "Gruel from the pot, we could feed it with that."

Posted: **Thu Nov 12, 2009 11:05 pm**

An excellent idea daughter! states Elder Makittuk.

Elder Pamiruq interjects.

I beleive that was my son's plan Makittuk! Give credit where credit is due I say.

Elder Pamiruq beams at his sons initiative.

Oddlog says something else in his native tongue and the Thule boy Torngusac, with his magical gift of Nordic comprehension, shakes his head.

Should I even bother translating his curses?

Then the Viking's eyes follow Kirima as she moves towards the stew pot. Drool pours from his mouth as she dishes out a bowl. He holds out his hands pleading to the Doset woman.

Posted: **Thu Nov 12, 2009 11:46 pm**

"Don't bring up something so small, Father. It was nothing." Kinaktok spoke to his father.

"I hope this works."

Posted: **Fri Nov 13, 2009 10:58 am**

Listening to the Elders' arguement a faint rouge appears on her cheeks; but she does not speak up to support Kinaktok.

"Urrgh! The beast is disgusting." Twisting her head to one side and wrinkling her nose she says, "What to do? Feed it first; or ask questions first?"

Posted: **Tue Nov 17, 2009 7:10 am**

"Let's give him something to eat. It is not like he will not become hungry again. Just a little bit of food."

Posted: **Tue Nov 17, 2009 6:25 pm**

The hairy Viking brute holds up his hands and looks at Kirima with dull sad eyes. He mumbles something in his native tongue and the Thule boy, Torngusac, with the rune carved on his face sees fit to translate the Vikings words.

Oddlog will tell you whatever you wish to know. He begs you Karima... He has not eaten in two days. He will pledge himself to whomever takes him in.

Tongusac chuckles... and speaks plainly..

Like a sled puppy... Hee hee hee!

Oddlog mumbles once more. A single tear drips down his face and hides in his thick grizzly beard.

His people have forsaken him.

Posted: **Wed Nov 18, 2009 5:55 pm**

She looks from Torngusac to Oddlog, with a thoughtful, calculating expression upon her face. She says to Torngusac, "Tell it, 'Pledge yourself to me: Kirima!'" And promptly spoons the stew into Oddlog's mouth.

Posted: **Wed Nov 18, 2009 6:46 pm**

Oddlog slurps the stew and then falls to his belly feverishly kissing Kirima's feet. The display is embarassing and many of the Dorset men gathered in the Elder's hut snicker and point at the display of affection.

Oddlog, however, had abondoned his dignity long ago on the cold snowy plains of Baffin Island. He looked up to Karima with grateful eyes and hugged her legs.

Karima's father, Elder Makkituk had had enough of this. He stood and pulled the Viking off his daughter and gave him a few gentle disciplinary beatings with his whale bone club.

Oddlog snarled at the Elder and then returned his attention back to Karima and her stew. Knowing that Torngusac could translate, Oddlog looked directly at the Thule boy and spoke his mind.

Torngusac relayed the message

The Norseman thanks you for your kindness. He will tell you what you wish to know.

Posted: **Thu Nov 19, 2009 6:36 am**

Where is this witch Melkorka to be found now?

Faroo interrupts

Posted: **Thu Nov 19, 2009 10:53 pm**

Oddlog pulls the bowkl out of Karima's hand and answers Faroo. Torngusac translates as best he can as the Viking mumbles with a mouth full of Kirima's stew.

I told you Skraeling! Slurp! The old bitch left me when you and your square headed friend found us in the snow.

Mannitok scowls at the insult... but Torngusac continues translating.

We were heading for the mountians. She is after the Odin's Rune and could give a squirt about me or any of my kinsmen. Slurp! It was supposed to be a secret, but I heard her cackling about the rune with the bard Alrik. Slurp! Our gods hid the rune here and we're looking for it. All the other Vikings just think we're on another rape and pillage of the new world. Slurp! Slurp! Slurp! What's in here? This tastes good!

Posted: **Fri Nov 20, 2009 2:05 pm**

She watches on in distaste as the Viking gobbles the stew. Remembering her hoped for pact with the creature, Oddlog, she pats him on the head: "Good boy!
"The stew is boiled seal liver."

Speaking to Faroo: "Witch; Odin's Rune; Magic? - how exciting!"

Posted: **Wed Nov 25, 2009 7:51 pm**

Torngusac translates...

Mmmm liver...

Oddlog continues

I once killed a man and before I ravished his wife... She made me the best pig's blood pudding I've ever tasted! Slurp! Slurp! Slurp! Though it wasn't half as good as this! Slurp! Slurp! Slurp! My compliments to the cook!

Oddlog smiles at Karima and then continues with his meal looking up occasionally to meet the eyes of those questioning him. He seems to expect more questions..

ooc- Karima may find it odd that the Viking brute shows no remorse for his killings and sexual conquests but the Dorset woman understands little to none of the Viking culture and heritage.

Posted: **Thu Nov 26, 2009 6:45 am**

We must investogate this my friends. Lets get an expedition party ready.

Posted: **Thu Nov 26, 2009 6:01 pm**

Kirima is unmarried and quite innocent - she does not really understand what Oddlog means by "ravished"; however she is woman enough to feel uncomfortable.
"Faroo, the expedition party: shall we take the Viking and Torngusac? Oddlog can be our guide and help us find Odin's Rune - surely this magic will be of use against the invaders."

Posted: **Fri Nov 27, 2009 7:33 am**

Yes, this is a sound idea.

Posted: **Fri Nov 27, 2009 11:30 am**

Kirima smiles.

Posted: **Sun Nov 29, 2009 2:16 am**

Kinaktok contemplates joining the expedition, but waits for an invitation to come along.

Posted: **Mon Nov 30, 2009 10:58 am**

Kinaktok will you join us? You can ride good sled I hear

Posted: **Tue Dec 01, 2009 11:20 pm**

Kinaktok steps to Faroo's side, nodding.

Posted: **Wed Dec 02, 2009 12:03 am**

Elder Pamiruq claps his hands.

My son has made a brave decision to join this hunt. If he were to kill a white bear, would there be any doubt to his claim for chief.

A few of the Dorset men present at this important gathering groan at Pamiruq's boast, but some do not. Some of the Elders nod there heads in approval of Pamiruq's hastey nomination of his son for chief of the Dorset tribe. Kinaktok himself had never cmade any sort of claim or run for chief. But with the current chief Kalituk having abandoned his position to follow after the love of his life, there was a void that needed to be filled.

Makkituk holds up his hands as the obvious succession arguement was about to erupt.

It is decided.

Faroo, Mannitok, Kinaktok and Karima with her charge Oddlog and the boy Torngusac will travel north to discover what they can about these terrible invaders...

Posted: **Thu Dec 03, 2009 6:05 am**

Hooray, and three cheers for the six hunters. Let's do this. Come we leave at once, travel light.

Posted: **Thu Dec 03, 2009 12:21 pm**

"Whoop! Whoop!"

Posted: **Sat Dec 05, 2009 4:06 pm**

The norseman Thorrin and the Dorset hunter Unalaq rushed into the hut wide-eyed as they looked around for the origin of the Viking voice - apparently their spirit journey was over. Unalaq had his spear in hand and was ready or anything as his muscles rippled in preparation.

Thorrin was wearing a fur that mostly covered his Viking heritage as he wore the hood up over his head.

"Is there trouble here?" Unalaq inquires anxiously.

Posted: **Sat Dec 05, 2009 8:03 pm**

"No!" Kirima laughs, "we are celebrating. We six will hunt the invaders and drive them back into the sea - oh, I'm happy to be a part of the excitement."
"Will you two join us?"

Posted: **Sat Dec 05, 2009 11:38 pm**

Unalaq looked at Kirima doubtfully and said, "I mean no disrespect, but I have fought these Norse men first hand. Their skins are hard as stone. Their weapons stronger and sharper than anything we have. They outnumber us. They have evil shammans assisting them every step of the way. Six or seven of us do not have a chance against all of them."

Posted: **Mon Dec 07, 2009 10:48 am**

She pauses, then says carefully, "I inderstand, Unalaq, it is no mean task. We will be a guerilla band - good and true folk fighting the barbarian." Kirima sadly adds, "There is no-one else but us six. We need all the help we can get."
Pointing to Oddlog the Viking: "This creature will lead us to 'Odin's Rune', an important artifact to the invader," with confidence: "Magic!"

Remembering her status as messenger and cook she says, "Faroo and Kinaktok are in command."

Posted: **Mon Dec 07, 2009 3:59 pm**

"Torngusac, can you tell Thorrin what is going on for me. He will be most interested in knowing about Odin's Rune." Unalaq frowned and said, "If that refers to the dagger that I took from Tornuaq, I hid it on a beach. I suppose Tornuaq went after it and found it once he realized it wasn't in the water. Yuralria saw Tornuaq in her spirit walk, I heard her talking to him. I guess that means the knife is in the wrong hands now."

He looked once to Thorrin, then back to the Elders, "If the elders do not have something else of me, I would like to join in this."

Posted: **Tue Dec 08, 2009 2:42 am**

As Thorrin and Oddlog enter the Elder's Hutt, the place if filled with excited confusion as the hunter's discuss what they have learned in the past few hours. Torngusac tries his best to translate Unulaq's request but Oddlog and Thorrin immediately get in each other's faces as soon as the boy begins. Still, Torngusac, keeps up with the shouting Vikings.

Thorrin, you dog. Where is your crew? How did the Skraelings capture you?

Oddlog, you twisted barbarian. I have befriended these men! They have honor and do not deserve what is coming! The Odin's rune was not meant for man... Gelga would burn this island to the ground for it.

Oddlog clenches his fists.

Where's the scramasax Thorrin!

The knife is in better hands now... Gelga or any other witch will never find the rune.

What? You would give the last rune to these Skraelings? Melkorka will flail you alive....

Melkorka is an old hag and lost her way, long ago. Alrik will not let her lay hands on the rune.

Alrik is dead! Melkorka is headed to the mountains. She will find it herself, your dagger be damned!

Any who know Thorrin are surprised to see the Viking bard lunge at Oddlog, swinging wildly. Thorrin however is no match for the sheer size and ferocity of Oddlog. Oddlog quickly hefts Thorrin over his shoulder and nearly onto the Edler's fire. Oddlog grabs hold of Thorrin's shirt and punches him square in the face. He raises his hand again, a crazed beserker rage in his eyes.

Posted: **Tue Dec 08, 2009 11:02 am**

She flinches at the blows, almost cowering: "Oddlog, Oddlog," she cries beseechingly, "stop it!"

Posted: **Wed Dec 09, 2009 7:39 pm**

Oddlog shivers for a second before looking back at Karima. The Viking beserker's eyes quickly take on a more glassy look and he drops Thorrin.

Oddlog grins fondly at Karima.

Posted: **Wed Dec 09, 2009 10:28 pm**

Unalaq's spear was hefted and poised to strike. It was a good thing Kirima was so influential over the barbarian beserker. With the fight so quickly over, Unalaq lowered his weapon and straightened out of his fighting stance. "I withdrawl my offer," the hunter said to the Elders. "It is clear to me that the knife is far more important than any slim hope of defeating all of the Vikings. Thorrin and I should go try to retrieve it if we can still find it."

Posted: **Thu Dec 10, 2009 10:39 pm**

Kinaktok's face twists in confusion for a moment.

"We should all go together in a group. This would be best, I think." he states, though not directing it at anything specific.

Posted: **Fri Dec 11, 2009 2:28 pm**

She looks between Kinaktok and Unalaq, a little bewildered - tactics to fight the Vikings have not occurred to her - innocent Kirima only saw the fun of it: "I suppose the more of us the stronger we are, but also more of us means it will be easier to catch us?"

Posted: **Sun Dec 13, 2009 1:57 pm**

"That is true. Tornuaq and I were lucky to avoid more of the Vikings after killing three of them. Had we a larger group, it would have been much easier to spot us in the distance, or track us through the snow," Unalaq stated. "Besides, I don't want that man anywhere near the knife when I retrieve it," he pointed clearly at Oddlog with his spear. He says to Torngusac, "Please tell Thorrin that I will take him to the knife while this other tries a more direct means. If he agrees, then that is my plan." Looking to the others within the Elders' hut, he says "If anyone wishes to go with Thorrin and me, you are welcome, but I think putting both of those men together is a bad idea."

Posted: **Mon Dec 14, 2009 12:58 pm**

I will join you to retrieve the knife

Posted: **Tue Dec 15, 2009 9:34 pm**

OK boys and girls...

We will be starting Chapter 5 soon and getting you out of the Elders Hut.

We have Faroo, Imp and Thorrin going to find the knife.

We have Karima and Oddlog going to scout for the approaching Vikings. Mannitok and Qannaq will be acompanying them.

I just need to know where Kinaktok is going then we'll start you guys up for:

Chapter 5: The Good The Bad and the Eskimo

Posted: **Fri Dec 18, 2009 8:47 am**

Spoiler:

Posted: **Fri Dec 18, 2009 4:08 pm**

Unalaq knodded acceptingly to Faroo, "It will be good to have you at my side."

Posted: **Fri Dec 18, 2009 6:42 pm**

ooc- Alright its settled.

Faroo, Thorrin, Kinaktok, and Unulaq will be off in search of the knife.

Mannitok, Qannaq, Kirima, Oddlog and most likely Ogtuk-luk will scout the surrounding area for sign of ther Viking invaders.

Stay Tuned for:

Chapter 5 : The Good The Bad and the Eskimo

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The Hunt for Kalituk (Faroo, Kirima, Kinaktok)

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