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"Alright you heard him... Let's go Gudrun, we got dibbs on his food. Who else is coming?"

"Stay here Hildegarr, you smelly dead piece of shit."

Ingvar bolts towards the Eskimo, running low behind a snow bank trying to get close.
"Just in time.. my father's axe grows cold."

As Ingvar, Gudrun, Logain and Gudrun’s archer friend near the top of a snowy hill, two of the surviving oarsman are left behind in the charge as they notice the Eskimo’s sled near the hill’s bottom and stop to loot it.

The sled dogs bark furiously.

Then a lone Eskimo holding a Viking sword in one hand and a scramasax in the other reaches the crest of the hill and is surprised to see the compliment of Vikings bearing down on him. His eyes widen with terror as Captain Gunharr bellows from below.



I need him alive!

Gaeirmund also heads for the Esquimaux.

"We won't hurt ye much if you come with us!" he cries, but he also considers knocking the poor chap out with his hammer, the perfect weapon for the job.

The Skraeling's eyes widen and he quickly sums up the mass of incoming Vikings. Outnumbered, he turns and runs back towards the icy beach.

ooc- roll 1d10 and add your DEX and tell me what you would like to do. The Eskimo is about 15 ft away when he turns to run.

(Not sure if this is really good or really bad).

Gaeirmund tries to use his long hammer to trip the Skraeling into the snow. He figures that once the man is down it should be easy to wrestle him back to the Captain, or even persuade him if that was one's thing.

OC Init rolled a 1...dex is 15....ouch

Gudrun charges after the Eskimo without second thought. It might not have been the wisest move, but he hadn't bothered to think it through. He threw a stone at the man's head, hoping to knock him out, but it missed horribly.

"Logain! Grab him! Bind his legs and wrists!"

OC Throw rolled a 67, throw is 25

oc. initiative is 23 (rolled 9, dex 14) 1d10=9

Ingvar tries to cleave off the eskimo's leg at the knee.

oc. rolled a 39 to strike, 8+4 damage 1d100,1d10,1d6=[39], [8], [4]

Gaeirmund, Ingvar and Logain reach the Skraeling at the bottom of the south side of the long snow drift they had just climbed. Logain dives into the snow at the Eskimos feet as he grapples for a hold on the savage In the heat of the moment, the Skraeling turns and deflects Ingvar's swing. His eyes are focused but still that of the prey. Gaeirmund cannot disern the skraeling's intentions as his hammer bears down on him.

ooc - Need a strike roll Gaeirmund. Also please tell me where you are trying to hit him.

Gaerimund's hammer crashes down on the Skraeling's shoulderand he tumbles to the snow. His Viking sword and shield slide across the ice.

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