The Great Viking Hunt (Ogtuk-luk, Kirima and Qannaq)

[DSIGFUSS]

The group heads out on foot. It will be too difficult to remain hidden with a host of sled dogs. Eder Makkituk gathers white cariboo skins for everyone to wear and offers a blessing to each hunter in turn as he presents the gifts. The skins are warm and will help hide them in the snow. (+15%) Hide.

With Qannaq in the front, the party leaves the Dorset village in the distance heading south towards the Thule village the Vikings had burned to the ground. Behind Qannaq walked Mannitok and the Thule boy Torngusac, his Ijiraat fox walking close by his side. Oddlog and Kirima took up the rear shadowed by the Shaman's protector Ogtuk-luk.

ooc- If you would like to change your marching order, now is the time. Also if you would like to talk freely and ask questions you may do so during your first hours march. If you have anything to say to Oddlog, Tongusac will translate.

[ryansommer]

Ogtuk-luk scans the area with vigilence. His heart remains heavy due to his precieved failure as protector. He marches on, through the snow with determination; prepared to give his life to save Kirima from any danger.

[Kirima]

Kirima has never ventured far from the Dorest village in all of her life: she is very excited.

Mentally she prepares the nights meal, determined to cook a delicious stew for everyone, to prove her usefulness and so cement her place within the group.

Kirima asks, "Ogtuk-luk, what will we find at the Thule village?"

[DSIGFUSS]

Kadzit looks at Karima and sighs.

Nothing. The Vikings killed everyone. Perhaps some of my Shaman's people escaped but the Vikings burned and slaughtered what couldn't be carried. The horor they inflicted on their women was beyond cruel.

Oddlog lowers his head slightly. Strangely the Thule boy Torngusac had not translated the Ijiraat fox's words. Oddlog moves closer to Kirima and says something in Norse. Torngusac translates.

I will not let my brothers arm you! I promise!

ooc- Everyone roll an Inuit Mythos check
ooc- Ryansommer see pm

ooc- Inuit Mythos check.

[Kirima]

[OOC: Inuit Mythos 30% (1d100=55)]

"I don't wish to think on what the Vikings do to women," Kirima grimaces. "Oddlog, I feel safer because of your pledge - thank you."

[ryansommer]

Ogtuk luk steps forward, separating Kirima and Oddlog: "We must get moving" he says stoicly and me moves between the two and urges Oddlog forward.

[DSIGFUSS]

Oddlog scowls at Ogtuk-luk but keeps trudging through the snow. He says something under his breath as he turns his back to the Shaman Protector.

þú bera af sér minn getnaðarlimur með þinn eiga skraeling.

Torngusac giggles and then quickly shys away from Ogtuk-luk's stare.

ooc - If you want to continue this, then post in the past tense as part of your next post.

Hours later, the thick darkness of the norhtern winter gives to sunlight. Malina, Inuit godess of the sun, shines down as brightly as she is able for as long as her brother Aningan will allow before he chases her out of the sky with buggery and incest heavy on his heart. The Dorset Scouting party pass over yet another high rolling bank of snow before the venerable guide Qannaq holds his hand up in the air for the others to hault. He motions Ogtuk-luk forward. When Ogtuk-luk reaches the crest of the snow bank, his stomach sinks into a pit of dispair.

They burnt it all.

The village of Thule is but a mosaic of black and red stains on the snow. No building is left standing save a few flat stone huts. Bodies of dead Thule women and children lay scattered about. The heads of the men, severed and wrapped tightl in twine, impaled on long sharpened whale bones.

Even Oddlog's eyessee m wide with horrified disbelief.

[DSIGFUSS]

Oddlog scowls at Ogtuk-luk but keeps trudging through the snow. He says something under his breath as he turns his back to the Shaman Protector.



þú bera af sér minn getnaðarlimur með þinn eiga skraeling.

Torngusac giggles and then quickly shys away from Ogtuk-luk's stare.

ooc - If you want to continue this, then post in the past tense as part of your next post.

Hours later, the thick darkness of the norhtern winter gives to sunlight. Malina, Inuit godess of the sun, shines down as brightly as she is able for as long as her brother Aningan will allow before he chases her out of the sky with buggery and incest heavy on his heart. The Dorset Scouting party pass over yet another high rolling bank of snow before the venerable guide Qannaq holds his hand up in the air for the others to hault. He motions Ogtuk-luk forward. When Ogtuk-luk reaches the crest of the snow bank, his stomach sinks into a pit of dispair.



They burnt it all.

The village of Thule is but a mosaic of black and red stains on the snow. No building is left standing save a few flat stone huts. Bodies of dead Thule women and children lay scattered about. The heads of the men, severed and wrapped tightl in twine, impaled on long sharpened whale bones.

Even Oddlog's eyessee m wide with horrified disbelief.

[ryansommer]

Ogtuk-luk kneels on one knee, touches the frozen earth and says a silent prayer for the dead below: 'May the horros of their life not haunt them in death' he mouths.

Drawing his bow and arrow he motions for the others to follow him as he creeps silently towards the village. His eyes dart about, looking for any threats or clues.

[Kirima]

To Torngusac: "What did Oddlog say? I must know if he is to be trusted!"

~

Kirima follows Ogtuk-luk, but ensures she is walking behind Oddlog; also her head is bowed so that she can not see the terrible destruction of Thule and its people.

[ryansommer]

"Kadzit, dart ahead of us and scout the area for danger" Ogtuk-luk says as he leads the group through the grisly destruction.

[DSIGFUSS]

Qannaq and Ogtuk-luk slowly approach the cinders of the once strongly populated Thule village. Kadzit does as Ogtuk-luk asks and slinks off into the snow to scout for danger. Thule bodies litter the snow.. Ogtuk-luk is happy to see that the villagers did put up a fight as he comes across the first dead Norseman he has ever seen. A thule spear sticks straight out from his neck and the body lies flat on the snow. The Norseman wears a shiny coat of chain link armor and a helmet that hides a thick mat of long black hair. His beard is soaked in blood.

Kirima stays behind with Mannitok, Oddlog and the Thule boy Torngusac. Oddlog looks extremely nervous. Mannitok watches Ogtuk-luk and Qannaq explore the western most section of the Thule village and gives the others updates so they don't have to look upon the death and carnage that the Viking people had wrought upon the Thule.

ooc- Everyone Listen checks.

[ryansommer]

THe horror of what has happened in the village clouds all of Ogtuk-luks senses. All he can hear as he stands, gazing at the grim vissage of the dead is the blood pumping loudly through his head as he vows revenge.

[Kirima]

Torngusac translates Oddlog's comment:
She scowls at the Thule boy, then seems puzzled, and after that thoughtful.

~

[OOC: Listen 65% (1d100=54)]

"Mannitok, is everyone dead? Where is Ogtuk-luk and Qannaq now?" says Kirima, her voice trembling.

[DSIGFUSS]

Mannitok looks back to Kirima, a worried expression



I would not tell you the details sister... But yes! None of the Thule could have survived this. Ogtuk-Luk and Qannaq are searching the northern most part of village. Close to the Weasel River. I cannot see the fox!

Then Kirima hears the soft wail of a woman in the distance from the southern most end of the Thule village . She sounds like she is in tremendous and continuous pain. Mannirtok doesn't seem to notice and nor does the Thule boy who seems so frightened he can hardly stand as his little legs rattle like a child's seal skin toy. Odllog doesn't seem to notice either. his attention seems more fixed on Karima.

Ogtuk-luk, however cannot miss the sight or the sound directly in front of him. The sound of heavy labored breathing as a Viking limps out into the open. His face is covered in dry crusted blood, his long blonde beard matted with the stuff. His left arm dangles uselss at his side. His armor had been partially removed to bandage an open wound on his leg that still dripped down his thigh and filled his boot. What little strength the Viking had left, he used to lift his massive axe into the air and whisper malevolently.



Hvar ert þinn vinátta? Neitun efni. Þú vilja deyja skraeling.

[Kirima]

Kirima runs toward the woman: "There is a survivor, she needs our help!"

The viking appears, Kirima screams and collapses to her knees, "Aieeee!"

[ryansommer]

"Hold!" Ogtuk-luk, says to the man as he keeps his bow ready.

"Kirima, Mannirtok! Come to me, hurry!" Ogtuk-luk yells in an effort to get the party back together.

[DSIGFUSS]

ooc- Just to clarify. There are two encounters here. Ogtuk-luk and Qannaq have encountered a wounded Viking on the north side of the village and Karima has heard a woman's muffled screams coming from the south end of the village. Karima is the only one who heard the woman screaming.

[ryansommer]

OOC: Ogtuk-luk still needs a translator, so he will still yell to get the party together.

[Kirima]

Kirima shakes her head, "I'll never be taken seriously by the men if little me crumples at the first hint of danger."
Ignoring Ogtuk-luk's call - determined to be her own woman - she rises from the ground and absent mindedly wipes her breeches of grit and dirt. She continues running toward the southern end of the Thule village.