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ooc when I closed the door people had until the last line to get in. Can they get out on the first line this time. I'll keep chanting until everyone is out though.

Orm is impatient. He still feels an urge for mead, but it is beginning to get dwarfed by an urge to drink blood. Orm checks the spear he has in hand. Is it sentient? Is this urge to fight the will of the spear? Orm is lost in his own thoughts. And the door keeps opening...

OOC: Orm is waiting for the door to open, preparing mentally or rather trying to find himself again.

Osvauld's attempt to gode the wolf succeed and Fenrir snaps his jaws tightly around the Viking lieutenant's waist, shaking him in his gaping maw like a chew toy.

As the door to the chamber opens a slight crack after Alrik completes the first line to the song of Tyr, Weoulf is first to look through the narrow opening.

He sees the wolf lift Osvauld's thrashing body high into the air until...

CRACK!

The sound of Osvauld's bones breaking beneath the Fenris Wolf's teeth is horrifying to all who hear it. (12 damage) Their lietenant goes limp in his mouth and the Fenris wolf flashes Weolf a sly grin before dragging Osvauld out of the his view.

ooc- Anyone who wants out has to make a DEX x5 roll to squeeze through the crack. Next round will be easier to squeeze through as the door opens more.

Weoulf can't get through the door, perhaps momentarily unnerved by the sight of the Fenris Wolf and what it has done to Osvauld.

ooc - presumably I block the door for everyone for a round?

ooc- yup!

Alrik sings the second verse to the song of Tyr and the door opens a crack further. Weolf, stuck in between the crack of the door, finally frees himself and spills into the temple hall. The Fenris wolf is gone and a trail of blood leads east through the tall stone pillars spaced evenly throughout the temple.

ooc- Listen checks everyone!

Orm is alert. Where has the wolf gone? He tries to listen for any sounds , but hears nothing.

Weoulf stumbles to his feet and looks around but, apart from the blood trail, sees and hears nothing.

I'm away over the weekend, can post Monday earliest.

Alrik doesn't hear anything, but continues to sing to open the door.

Berger stays behind with Alrik and holds a golden sword out in front of him. He takes another drink and eyes the bard nervously as he completes his song.

Sigfurd follows closely behind Weoulf with his own shiny shield and and sword. Once out in the temple, he lifts his head and and seems to hear something. He holds out his hand to silence Orm and then suddenly turns and darts to the east shouting.



Osvauld! Osvauld!

The raven caws from high above as it weaves around the pillars.



Osvauld! Osvauld! Osvauld!

Weoulf follows Sigfurd, trying out the weight and balance of his new axe by swinging it back and forth, and calling over his shoulder, "Come on, you laggards! There's glory or a hero's death and Valhalla await us!"

Alrik pauses outside the door, surprised that the wolf left. Osvauld is dead, we all saw it. We need to find a way out of here, not go after a creature that'll kill us all. If any of you know how to track take a look around and see if you can tell which way the wolf went.

"True. This is not a fight for men but gods. Take comfort that Osvauld will sit at Odin's table to night as his honoured guest." Orm is still holding Odin's spear. "But where is the exit from this place?"

Weolf and Osvauld charge to the eastern most end of the temple and find an open door. A cold fresh breeze blows down the dark tunnel. Blood speckles the floor around the entrance and becomes thicker in the tunnel itself. Osvauld is bleeding badly unless the Viking severely wounded the Fenris Wolf.

Both Sigfurd and Weoulf then hear a loud pain filled moan coming from further down the dark stone passage.

Sigfurd's eyes widen and he smiles at Weoulf.

Osvauld lives... Come brother! Quickly!

With that, Sigfurd hurries into the tunnel, following the trail of blood left by the Fenris Wolf.

Weoulf follows Sigfurd, calling once more over his shoulder, "Get a move on, you lazy pack, or they'll be none of the Wolf left for you!"

"For brave Osvauld!" Orm bellows. Gripped by berserker rage he gives pursuit.

Weolf Orm and Sigfurd all charge down the dark tunnel as Alrik and Beger stay behind in the open treasure chamber. Berger looks at Alrik and begins filling his puches with gold.

The three run for nearly a minute before they see a light at the end of the tunnel. Cold air bites at their lungs as they approcah the exit. It is snowing outside...

As they spill out of the mountainside, they find themsleves standing on a stone path that leads through a series of stone statues and beautifully constructed archways. The blood on the snow leading up the path is bright red and in the light of the morning sun, is easy to follow. As they approach cautiosuly, they notice how high up the mountain they are. Snow covered peaks can be seen off in the distance and from their vantage, they appear above them all.

The three Viking comrades don't have to go far before they find what they are looking for. Near the edge of a cliff the Fenris Wolf waits... one paw on Osvauld's chest, grinding his claws into their lieutenant.

Osvauld moans and the Fenris Wolf turns his head to greet the Vikings.



Foolish Mortals.. I see you come more prepared! Would you give me a moment? It's been centuries since I've had a good meal and this one's still fresh!! Heh Heh Heh!

"Our best chance is probably to attack from three sides at once," Weoulf murmurs to his companions, as he begins to approach the Wolf in a roundabout way.

Keeping distance between himself and the creature, he positions himself to its right flank.

Orm advances towards the left flank, the tip of Gungnir raised towards the wolf in case it would attack.

Alrik snarls at Berger as he takes off after the others. Leave the fucking gold. It'll only weigh you down. We'll come back for it if we can. Now let's go fight.