VIKINGS: Chapter 1: STEEL AND ICE (Henrik, basket, Oathin)

[Henrik]

Orm sits down. He lacks the young man's taste for combat and has enough wit to know when to fight or when to run. He has sent enough warriors to Valhalla to have to prove anything to boys who still are wet behind their ears.

[Basketvector]

oc. Ingvar makes a grapple check to keep hold of his axe.
Grapple 52

oc. I dont know if that does it or not. If I drop the axe then I'll try to break the hold with an opposing strength check (rolled 4 on 1d20). If i dont drop the axe then I'll chop his skull with the intent to kill him (full damage, not sure what it is).

Muffled curses and flailing

[DSIGFUSS]

Ingvar's axe drops to the ground. Oddlog continues to squeeze the Viking soldier and all Ingvar's efforts to free himself fall short. Ingvar's vision begins to blur as Oddlog chokes the wind from him.




Sleep well Ingvar! Perhaps we'll be in Helluland when you wake.

Higegarr and Sigfurd circle each other, their scrimsax's held out and dripping with each other's blood. Sigfurd sees Ingvar is in trouble and tries to get past Hildegarr to help him. He swipes at Hidegarr opening a long wound in his chest. Hildegarr then grabs Sigfurd's arm and throws himself and Sigfurd to the floor. Both men roll on the hard wooden planks, trying to gain the upperhand in what has quickly deteriorated into an old fashioned wrestling match.

Sigfurd looks up to Weoulf and Orm




Weolf........ Ingvar needs your......

All around them, Vikings roar their approval and drink to victory!

Oddlog! Oddlog! Oddlog! Oddlog!

ooc - Ingvar make a CON check 1d20 and another opposed STR roll. (You failed the first one)

[Basketvector]

"GNGHH.."

CANT... BREATHE...

Thor.. give me the strength... GNGHH.. to kill this asshole

Strength: 7 Constitution 9

[DSIGFUSS]

Oddlog continues to strangle Ingvar and Ingvar can't loosen the brute's grip. Spittle flies into Ingvar's face as he gasps for air.




I needed this Ingvar! Thankyou...... so much..... for your sacrifice.

Ingvar manages to keep his head clear but any more of this and he'll surely pass out.

Ingvar - Con roll (1d20). Luck roll (1d100)

Meanwhile, Hidegarr and Sigfurd continue their test for dominance on the floor. Sigfurd finally rolls on top of Hidegarr and manages to bring his arm behind his back. Everyone hears a loud crack as Hildegarr's arm twists in a way it was clearly not intended to.



Aaarrrrrrrgh!

[Basketvector]

constitution 19
luck 35

oc. is this guy a lot stronger than me?


oc. OK, as per the PM, here's the rolls.
consitution checks: 49,30,5
Resistance: 33

[Henrik]

"Is this the scum, who we send to Valhalla? Men who will spend an eternity carousing in the halls of Odin, waiting for Ragnarok? where everything will be destroyed? Perhaps we need brutes like this to win, but I doubt it. Not an ounce of brain between them. Orm turns around and watches the horizon. If they only could find some land.

[DSIGFUSS]

Oddlog continues to choke the life from Ingvar and the Viking crowd loves every minute of it, with the exception of Orm and Weoulf.

Weoulf sits on the edge of the crowd wayching as Orm, disgusted with the childish brawl, steps away.




Hildegarr is trying desperately to free himslef from Sigfurd's arm lock. He reaches behind his leg and pulls a much shorter scrimsax from a hidden sheath. Hildegarr stabs deep into Sigfurd's thigh forcing him off him. (critical hit for Hildegarr!) -Sigfurd takes 9 damage. (Not KO) Hildegarr has broken Captain Gunwarr's rules of combat and there is a moment of silence as all the Viking cringe at the severity of the foul.

Ohhhhhhhhhhh!



Sigfurd cries out in pain and rolls away from Hildegarr clutching his thigh. Blood pumps from the wound and stains the floor as it pools. He reaches to his side and pulls a throwing axe out. Sigfurd grits his teeth and stands up on one knee, unable to put much pressure on his badly wounded leg.

Ingvar's face begins to turn purple as he gasps for breath under Oddlog's vicelike grip. Fotunately for Ingvar, Oddlog in his excitement stumbles and Ingvar breaks his grip. Oddlog quickly get to his feet and the two stare into each other's eyes and square off once again.



You like that meat? You want some more?

When Ingvar finally gets up to face Oddlog the crowd changes their tune.

Gut em Ingvar! Kill the cheats! Slit his throat!

ooc - Ingvar's init. Anyone else who wants to can roll init as well. Init will be 1d10 plus dex.

[OathinBlood]

Weoulf decides to team up with Ingvar, and aims a solid kick at Oddlog, missing.

[OOC: My initiative roll is in the link above too. I got 27.]

[Basketvector]

Ingvar straightens up, enraged and incited by the chanting crowd.

"YOU SHALL DIE A PEASANTS DEATH!!!"

He tries to cleave the mongrel cur in two.
Strike 52

oc. whats the damage on this hand axe?

[DSIGFUSS]

Weolf lunges forward at Oddlog just before Ingvar's hand axe swings wide for Oddlog's throat. Oddlog ducks under the axe and Weolf's misplaced kick sends him soaring past the two combatants.

Getting the hint from the crowd, Hildegarr turns his blade over and slashes at Sigfurd's chest. The blade rakes across his hide armor, barely breaking the skin.( 1 damage) Sigfurd swings wildly with his own blade caring little for how it lands. He loses his grip on the scrimsax and the blades skids across the floor landing just a few feet away from Orm and a few of the well watchers.

ooc- Order of init. = Weoulf, Sigfurd, Hidegarr, Ingvar, Oddlog (What next boys?)

[OathinBlood]

Weoulf tries to grab Oddlog from behind, but is shrugged off by the larger man.

Weoulf bellows at Ingvar, "You idiot! Put that axe away!"

[OOC: I know the roll says Ingvar, that's my bad. And has the fight just turned lethal?]

[Basketvector]

"YOUR TIME'S COMING ODDLOG.."

Ingvar says backing away, trying to look tough.

"OH YA... YOUR TIME'S COMING.. SOON ENOUGH"

He turns his back and walks away muttering about how he's going to 'shank' him.

[DSIGFUSS]

Oddlog ducks under Weolf's clumsy swing and returns with a viscious uppercut.

Weolf : roll to parry (roll under your Punch skill)

[OathinBlood]

Weoulf brings his hands up, successfully blocking Oddlog's uppercut.

[DSIGFUSS]

Oddlog calls out to Ingvar as he walks away.




I'll kill your friends Ingvar. Don't you walk away from me!

Oddlog, with no concern for Weolf's future on two legs, kicks out hard at Weolf's knee.

00c - Weolf parry again and return the punch.

Meanwhile Sigfurd tries to bring Hildegarr down to the ground with him but just can't gather the strength. He's lost his scrimsax and the blood pooling on the floor is getting thicker. If Sigfurd loses much more blood he might just pass out. Hildegarr twists around Sigfurd and locks the poor young Viking in a viscious headlock. He puts his knife up to his throat.




Easy there pup! Should I cut em some more Oddlog? Mix his blood with me mead eh Ingvar?

Hildegarr smiles wickedly as Sigfurd struggles beneath him.

[OathinBlood]

Weoulf cries out in pain and rage as Oddlog's foot connects with his leg.

[OOC: Damnit. I thought my luck was turning around...]

[DSIGFUSS]

Oddlog's kick just grazes Weoulf's knee (2 damage)




Oddlog, clearly expecting to fell Weoulf in short order growls his frustration.

Fall damn you...

occ - roll to attack. then roll another parry ( unless you roll a critical.) Then we'll resolve that one first.

Meanwhile Sigfurd is unable to get free of Hilkdegarr's choke hold. Hidegarr tightens his grip and brings the knife even closer to Sigfurd's throat. His smile widens, taking immense pleasure at having the Viking warrior at his mercy. Sigfurd chokes for air but finds none.

[Basketvector]

When he sees that the fighting continues, Ingvar turns around and calmly walks up to Hilkdegarr, who is holding Sigfurd

"Let him go before I scoop your brains out"

[DSIGFUSS]

Hildegarr smiles up at Ingvar like some crazed devil and then slams Sigfurd's head into the floor.

Sigfurd already weak and bleeding, collapses into a pool of his own blood.

Hildegarr grins wide and waves the knife around in front of his face, taunting Ingvar as best as he can.

Oh yeah? I'd pay to see that! You take blood Ingvar?

Hildegarr flicks a splatter of blood from his scrimsax onto Ingvar's shoulder and laughs.

Heh Heh Heh!