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The witch Melkorka suddenly stands cackling wildly and pointing at Gudrun.



She has the mark of Loki! The Shifter! Ha Ha Ha! So sorry to spoil your fun chosen one... If you wish my pet you can have your fun with me. hmmmm Ingvar?

Melkorka slowly moves closer to Ingvar, her long boney fingers moving greedily in front of the old crones exposed breasts.

Behind Ingvar, Gudrun screams in painful agony.

ooc- see pm Gudrun

"FIND YOUR OWN WOMAN, HAG!!!"
Ingvar tries to lay her out with a haymaker.

dex or something d100: 1d100 → [67] = (67)
http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/2695107/

strike? 1d100 → [43] = (43)

Ingvar fist smashes into the witches face and she falls back to the snow cackling wildly.



Hee Hee Heeeee!!! yes chosen one. Your fists are like thrusts from your cock on my lips. Give the girl time for her transformation. Heeeeeeeeeeee!

The undead Hildigarr moves close to Ingvar and holds one of his knives in the air.



ellllllllllppp Iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiing.. ar

Meanwhile Gudrun had removed the top half of her chainmail shirt and torn away her tunic as the burning continued. Her skin bubbled and streaks of bluish light began to speard across her skin as if painted by some unnatural force. Her breasts, once uneven and goat-like, rose and filled to rival any barmaid in Iceland. Her face, once blocky and mottled with tufts of hair, slendered as a fiery rash erpupted and ate away that which it found unappealing.

ooc - Gudrun. roll a sanity check to act or speak. Ingvar.. your move.

Ingvar watches Gudrun's transformation in disbelief.
"BY THE GODS!!!"

He inches towards her in curiosity.
"Should... should I hold your clothes for you?"

Gudrun hisses at Ingvar, baring her teeth like an animal, but seems unable to get out the words. She holds herself up in painful agony, on her knees in the snow. She clambers at the rest of her clothing, pulling it off like its burning her. When it doesn't seem to help, she throws her head back and screams.

OOC Second roll is a Viking mythos roll but my sheet shows (00)so I don't think there was much point.

As Ingvar watches in horrified disbelief as Gudrun's skin boils and bubbles like an un kept cooking pot, Melkorka slowly hobbles over to Ingvar. She places a hand on the Viking oarsman's hip and cackles...



Oh I think you would like to hold much more than her clothes very soooon chosen one.

Gudrun's screams grow louder until her very throat bleeds from the outside in. Her eyes bulge, nearly popping from the unearthly pressure. Her hair falls out in clumps before Gudrun's eyes or she pulls them out in clumps. Ingvar cannopt be certain.


The zombieified Hildegarr can no longer stand it. He turns and walks away casting frightened glances towards the scene over his own rotting shoulder. Like a mal adjusted retarded teenager.. he does not understand.

ooc- Ingvar roll sanity check. 1d100, 1d4, 1d8. If you loose more than 4 sanity you go mad.

<a href="http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/ ... d4,1d8=[96], [4], [4]</a>
94, 4, 4

OOC- OK... INGVAR ROLL 1D100 AND GET HIGHER THAN INT X5. ALSO ROLL 1D10 FOR YOUR INSANITY

http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/2742309/
d100 = 27
d10 = 4

Ingvar froths

Ingvar, transfixed with the boiling woman in front of him cannot dare to look away. Her mutating flesh sparks a sense of longing within him he had not felt since his days with the livestock back home in Iceland.

The witch Melkorka cackles wildly behind the Viking oarsman.



Praise Loki! Praise Sigyn! The 18th rune shall be ours my chosen Ingvar! Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha!

Ingvar grabs Melkora.
"THAT DRUID SHIT MAKES ME SO HOT"
He wrastles her to the ground > <a href="http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/ ... d100=58</a>