Chapter 3: Fallen Friends : Ingvar, Gaeirmund, Gudrun
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Ingvar makes his way to the high rocky cover but stones loosen beneath his feet. Oddlog behind, behind him, winces.
Ingvar you Fuck!
The Skraeling hunters all point their spears at Ingvar but are too far to throw effectively. Instead they back away and stand next to the large horse with their spears pointed. Two of the Eskimos pull out crude looking bows. The Skraeling dressed in heavy set furs and holding the Icelland mare unslings a bone club from his back and whirls it around his head shouting.
atjinga naipitaksaunngi:
Melkorka hisses behind them and dives to the ground cackling...
What now chosen ones... You are discovered.
Ingvar you Fuck!
The Skraeling hunters all point their spears at Ingvar but are too far to throw effectively. Instead they back away and stand next to the large horse with their spears pointed. Two of the Eskimos pull out crude looking bows. The Skraeling dressed in heavy set furs and holding the Icelland mare unslings a bone club from his back and whirls it around his head shouting.
atjinga naipitaksaunngi:
Melkorka hisses behind them and dives to the ground cackling...
What now chosen ones... You are discovered.
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Ingvar snorts his disgruntlement at losing initiative, then out comes the axe.
"CHAAAAAAAARGE!!!!"
He bolts towards the Eskimos like an enraged bull. He runs straight at them as fast as he can, snarling and drooling without any thought of grace or tactics. The other vikings will really have to hoof it if they want to keep up.
"CHAAAAAAAARGE!!!!"
He bolts towards the Eskimos like an enraged bull. He runs straight at them as fast as he can, snarling and drooling without any thought of grace or tactics. The other vikings will really have to hoof it if they want to keep up.
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Ingvar charges and the Eskimos let loose their spears.
Oddlog and Logain charge behind Ingvar.
ooc- Eskimos with spears. (3) http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/1702919/ 51: Miss
http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/1702922/ : Miss, Hit. 5 damage to Ingvar. His armor takes 4 of it.
ooc- Eskimos with Bows. (2) 26: Hit 2 damage , 87,99, 60 (4 damage, 2 damage) Both arrows bounce off of Ingvar's armor.
As Ingvar charges the Vikings on the Hill led by Tristan let loose their arrows.
ooc- Vikings with bow. (3) Miss, Miss, Hit , Hit , miss, miss
ooc- Tristan with bow. : Miss, Hit (2 damage)
Oddlog and Logain charge behind Ingvar.
ooc- Eskimos with spears. (3) http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/1702919/ 51: Miss
http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/1702922/ : Miss, Hit. 5 damage to Ingvar. His armor takes 4 of it.
ooc- Eskimos with Bows. (2) 26: Hit 2 damage , 87,99, 60 (4 damage, 2 damage) Both arrows bounce off of Ingvar's armor.
As Ingvar charges the Vikings on the Hill led by Tristan let loose their arrows.
ooc- Vikings with bow. (3) Miss, Miss, Hit , Hit , miss, miss
ooc- Tristan with bow. : Miss, Hit (2 damage)
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Spears and arrows fly in either direction. The Eskimos pepper Ingvar but none of the crude looking projectiles have enough power to penetrate the Viking's armour. One spear and two arrows bounce harmlessly off his chest. A second spear grazes Ingvar's arm leaving a small slash on his bicep. ( 1 damage)
Oddlog bellows his battle cry as Logain tries to rally the remainder of the Vikings. The witch Melkorka stays still behind the rocks, giggling wildly.
The Eskimos form a crude looking circle around their Viking prisoner. As Ingvar and Oddlog charge, the larger Skraeling of the group holding the bone club steps forward to receive Ingvar's charge. He calls out waving his massive whale bone club in the air.
Takook--tuq!
ooc- roll initiative 1d10 plus dex(14), strike, parry, damage 2d6+1, damage bunus 1d6
Oddlog bellows his battle cry as Logain tries to rally the remainder of the Vikings. The witch Melkorka stays still behind the rocks, giggling wildly.
The Eskimos form a crude looking circle around their Viking prisoner. As Ingvar and Oddlog charge, the larger Skraeling of the group holding the bone club steps forward to receive Ingvar's charge. He calls out waving his massive whale bone club in the air.
Takook--tuq!
ooc- roll initiative 1d10 plus dex(14), strike, parry, damage 2d6+1, damage bunus 1d6
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"NYAAAARRRRRGGHHH"
init 1d10 +14, strike/parry 1d100, dam 2d6+1, dam bonus 1d6 (1d10+14,1d100,1d100,2d6+1,1d6=[3, 14], [77], [97], [5, 4, 1], [2])
oc. i dont really get this, i guess 1d10+14 is 3+14=17 ? and 2d6+1 is 5+4+1=10 ?
init 1d10 +14, strike/parry 1d100, dam 2d6+1, dam bonus 1d6 (1d10+14,1d100,1d100,2d6+1,1d6=[3, 14], [77], [97], [5, 4, 1], [2])
oc. i dont really get this, i guess 1d10+14 is 3+14=17 ? and 2d6+1 is 5+4+1=10 ?
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oc. Round 2,3 and 4 for ingvar
Round 2
round 2 (1d10, 1d100, 1d100, 2d6, 1d4) round 3 (ditto) round 4 (ditto) (1d10,1d100,1d100,2d6,1d4=[5], [20], [93], [1, 4], [3])
Round 3
Round 3 (1d10,1d100,1d100,2d6,1d4=[1], [90], [79], [4, 2], [3])
Round 4
round 4 (1d10,1d100,1d100,2d6,1d4=[10], [84], [42], [2, 3], [2])
"NGH...YAAAAARRR" "KAAK" "GIT SOME"
Round 2
round 2 (1d10, 1d100, 1d100, 2d6, 1d4) round 3 (ditto) round 4 (ditto) (1d10,1d100,1d100,2d6,1d4=[5], [20], [93], [1, 4], [3])
Round 3
Round 3 (1d10,1d100,1d100,2d6,1d4=[1], [90], [79], [4, 2], [3])
Round 4
round 4 (1d10,1d100,1d100,2d6,1d4=[10], [84], [42], [2, 3], [2])
"NGH...YAAAAARRR" "KAAK" "GIT SOME"
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Ingvar you cunt! You swing like a girl.
Arrows whistle past Ingvar's head from behind as his row of archers in back fire just too late. The Viking archers, realizing the futilty of firing into an open crowd, drop their bows and draw their broadswords and shields.
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Oddlog slashes wildly spilling his Skraeling oppont's blood over the snow. The Eskimo hunter holds his side and continues to defend their prisoner.
I'll fuck you like a woman Ingvar!! After I've had my fill of Skraeling blood I'm always harder than farm boy at a fucking festival!
Ingvar's attack is blockedk by the Skraeling's spear. He hears it splinter, but the spear holds well enough to stop Ingvar's axe.
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Oddlog cries as he draws more blood.
I'm gonnnnna Fuuuuuuuuck You!
Then Logain who had been whittling away at his Skraeling takes the first life.
He raises his sword and howls over the dead Eskimo. The tide seems to change quickly and Logain's kill has given the Vikings a second wind and drove a spike of fear into the heart of the Inuit hunters.
DEATH!
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OK - give me some more rolls Ingvar!
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Ingvar is enraged at Oddlog's success.
"OH COME ON!!!" He complains to the Eskimo he's fighting, as he tries to get around the bastard's spear.
3 more rounds (1d10,1d100,1d100,2d6,1d4=[5], [94], [43], [2, 3], [3], 1d10,1d100,1d100,2d6,1d4=[8], [15], [42], [5, 5], [4], 1d10,1d100,1d100,2d6,1d4=[8], [37], [94], [6, 2], [3])
"WHY..." <<WHACK>> "WON'T.." <<WHACK>> "YOU..." <<WHACK>> "DIE"
"OH COME ON!!!" He complains to the Eskimo he's fighting, as he tries to get around the bastard's spear.
3 more rounds (1d10,1d100,1d100,2d6,1d4=[5], [94], [43], [2, 3], [3], 1d10,1d100,1d100,2d6,1d4=[8], [15], [42], [5, 5], [4], 1d10,1d100,1d100,2d6,1d4=[8], [37], [94], [6, 2], [3])
"WHY..." <<WHACK>> "WON'T.." <<WHACK>> "YOU..." <<WHACK>> "DIE"
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Logain continues to press his advantage dropping another Eskimo to the snow. Teh battleground now looks like a polar bear had just slaughtered a walrus on the ice. Blood slowly inches itself arounf the combatants making the snow aa slippery place to stand. Ingvar swings wildly and the Eskimo stabs upwards. His spear breaks on Ingvar's armour as Tristan puts teo more arrows in the Eskimo's side, sendning the hunter rolling to the ground in the throws of death. Oddlog then seems to catch a bit of Ingvar's luck as he swings wide too.
Get away from me Ingvar! Your a death luck charm if ever I saw a cunt like yours!
Not even making sense anymore the Viking Beserker swings wild again.
The leader of the Eskimos seems positioned for a killing strike on one of Logain's Kinsmen, but he slips on all th eblood and melting snow and falls shivering into the water.
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Seizing his moment... Ingvar moves through the fight and finds the leader struggling top gain his footing. He buries his giant Huscarl into the leader's neck and the head barely holds onto its body by a strap of skin and furs. Logain finishes off another just as an Eskimo plunges his bone tipped spear into one of his men's gut. His eyes roll into the back of his head and he whispers something about the halls of Valhalla before falling dead to the snow. The rest of Logain's men find little difficulty killing off the remaining Eskimo force. Oddlog can't seem to get his swing back but Logain's men make short work of Oddlog's opponent; hacking and slashing with sword and axe until only the Vikings stand victorious.
The Viking strapped to the Icelandic mare moans and kicks for someone to untie him.
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Ingvar yanks his axe out of the eskimo leader's neck to a fountain of spurting blood.
"Heh.. heh" half panting, half laughing, crazed with bloodlust.
He holds his axe in the air and bellows a war cry, saluting distant Tristan for his aim.
"WELL DONE MEN!!! TAKE THEIR FURS!!! LOOK FOR FOOD!!!"
"Good work old man", he says to Oddlog, "If you fucked as good as you fight I'd be splitting your ass open right now."
He wipes blood off his axe, and walks over to the Viking tied to the horse.
"Well well... what have we here?" He rips the gag off.
"Heh.. heh" half panting, half laughing, crazed with bloodlust.
He holds his axe in the air and bellows a war cry, saluting distant Tristan for his aim.
"WELL DONE MEN!!! TAKE THEIR FURS!!! LOOK FOR FOOD!!!"
"Good work old man", he says to Oddlog, "If you fucked as good as you fight I'd be splitting your ass open right now."
He wipes blood off his axe, and walks over to the Viking tied to the horse.
"Well well... what have we here?" He rips the gag off.
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The men start rooting through the Eskimo's things.
Oddlog, Melkorka and Logain walk up behind Ingvar to listen to what the captive Viking has to say.
Oddlog mumbles something about a pussy and being captured by Skraeling dogs!
The Viking gasps for fresh air as Ingvar takes off the gag.
Praise Odin!
Melkorka hisses at the thought.
Everything these Skraelings touch smells of fish. We've been walking for hours. I thoiught surely I'd be their next meal. These Skraeling dogs ambushed me last night when I was on patrol. I thought we had killed them all. My name is Broddi son of Hundalf
Broddi removes his helmet. His hair is gray and his beard braded, He has seen many winters which is not out of the ordinary for a Viking raid. Men of all ages come to die at sea so they can dine with Odin in the halls of Valhalla where true Viking warriors spend their eternity after they have been slain in battle.
Oddlog, Melkorka and Logain walk up behind Ingvar to listen to what the captive Viking has to say.
Oddlog mumbles something about a pussy and being captured by Skraeling dogs!
The Viking gasps for fresh air as Ingvar takes off the gag.
Praise Odin!
Melkorka hisses at the thought.
Everything these Skraelings touch smells of fish. We've been walking for hours. I thoiught surely I'd be their next meal. These Skraeling dogs ambushed me last night when I was on patrol. I thought we had killed them all. My name is Broddi son of Hundalf
Broddi removes his helmet. His hair is gray and his beard braded, He has seen many winters which is not out of the ordinary for a Viking raid. Men of all ages come to die at sea so they can dine with Odin in the halls of Valhalla where true Viking warriors spend their eternity after they have been slain in battle.
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Invar helps Broddi off the horse.
"Join with us, and take your revenge on the savages"
"Is that your horse? A fine mare! Steady and strong muscles!" He says patting her, "Lean!" Ingvar smacks his lips.
"Are there any more vikings alive from the last boat?"
Ingvar starts rooting through the eskimo's belongings, eating anything that resembles food.
oc. Luck roll to avoid eating razor blades (1d100=17)
He takes the furs off one of them and wraps them around himself.
"Tomorrow, we should track the Skraelings back to their village - we can kill more of them that way. Tonight we shall send off our fallen brother to the Halls of Odin.. If there's not enough wood to light a pyre then we will cast his body to the deep."
"You and you... go find wood. Witch, make yourself useful with that spark."
"Join with us, and take your revenge on the savages"
"Is that your horse? A fine mare! Steady and strong muscles!" He says patting her, "Lean!" Ingvar smacks his lips.
"Are there any more vikings alive from the last boat?"
Ingvar starts rooting through the eskimo's belongings, eating anything that resembles food.
oc. Luck roll to avoid eating razor blades (1d100=17)
He takes the furs off one of them and wraps them around himself.
"Tomorrow, we should track the Skraelings back to their village - we can kill more of them that way. Tonight we shall send off our fallen brother to the Halls of Odin.. If there's not enough wood to light a pyre then we will cast his body to the deep."
"You and you... go find wood. Witch, make yourself useful with that spark."
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Logain clangs his sword against his shield and addresses the men.
All right you heard em lads. Get some fucking Fire wood to the ready. Tonight Hurken dines in Valhalla and we plan to send him home proper now don't we boys?
The Vikings cheer and soon begin collecting driftwood from the beach. None of them enjoy being so close to the shore after their encounter with the red-eyed shapeshifting devils of the sea. Melkorka the witch, however can't stop staring hungrily at it.
Finally Broddi thanks Ingvar and clasps hands with the Viking oarsmen.
More survived than didn't friend. I was just captured on patrol. We will soon overrun this Helluland and there's nothing these Skraelings savages can do about it.
Broddi flips the Eskimo chief over and pulls a leather bound flask tied from his waist. He opens it and drink heartily, red wine spilling down his cheeks. Broddi offers it to Ingvar and spits on the dead Skraeling's lifeless corpse.
Skraeling Cunt! This is my wine!
So then Ingvar! How many men can we expect the great Captain Gunharr to contribute to the war effort?
All right you heard em lads. Get some fucking Fire wood to the ready. Tonight Hurken dines in Valhalla and we plan to send him home proper now don't we boys?
The Vikings cheer and soon begin collecting driftwood from the beach. None of them enjoy being so close to the shore after their encounter with the red-eyed shapeshifting devils of the sea. Melkorka the witch, however can't stop staring hungrily at it.
Finally Broddi thanks Ingvar and clasps hands with the Viking oarsmen.
More survived than didn't friend. I was just captured on patrol. We will soon overrun this Helluland and there's nothing these Skraelings savages can do about it.
Broddi flips the Eskimo chief over and pulls a leather bound flask tied from his waist. He opens it and drink heartily, red wine spilling down his cheeks. Broddi offers it to Ingvar and spits on the dead Skraeling's lifeless corpse.
Skraeling Cunt! This is my wine!
So then Ingvar! How many men can we expect the great Captain Gunharr to contribute to the war effort?
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Ingvar greedily gulps down the wine and wipes his beard.
"What you see, is all that remain from the Ice Breaker. 40 odd souls perished when the ship broke apart on the rocks." Ingvar strains to remember the details of the ship wreck. "Fucking Gunnhar.. I can't remember but I'm sure it was his fault. Maybe this witch cursed us.. ah, fuck. I don't know."
Ingvar horks on the ground.
"Anyway... we're carrying all we have. We got to find your shipmates, before we freeze and starve and die. We're ready for action though.. hungry men are the best warriors."
Ingvar chats with Broddi, and tries to find out where the eskimos and the other Vikings are. Is your ship still afloat? He'll order some guys to stand watch that night.
oc. we don't remember the red-eye bastards right?
"What you see, is all that remain from the Ice Breaker. 40 odd souls perished when the ship broke apart on the rocks." Ingvar strains to remember the details of the ship wreck. "Fucking Gunnhar.. I can't remember but I'm sure it was his fault. Maybe this witch cursed us.. ah, fuck. I don't know."
Ingvar horks on the ground.
"Anyway... we're carrying all we have. We got to find your shipmates, before we freeze and starve and die. We're ready for action though.. hungry men are the best warriors."
Ingvar chats with Broddi, and tries to find out where the eskimos and the other Vikings are. Is your ship still afloat? He'll order some guys to stand watch that night.
oc. we don't remember the red-eye bastards right?
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Logain covers his mouth as he yawns, walking over the recent slaughter looking at the Skraeling dead for anything of interest.
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