Play@YSDC

Posted: **Tue Apr 29, 2008 10:38 pm**

Alrik wakes up suddenly on a stone tiled floor atop a massive white bear skin stretching over 15 ft in length. His clothes are wet but a fire burns bright and hot beside him, casting eerie shadows on the 30 ft high ceiling. The room is larger than the light affords and the fire does little to light the chamber as lines of massive white pillars of solid marble continue into the darkness in either direction, surrounding them like vigilant soldiers. The pillars are thick enough that two men linking hands could not line its circumference.

Some of his fellow Vikings lie sleeping on the floor on various comfortable skins of their own. Osvauld, Weoulf, Berger, Orm, Sigfurd and Torvog the Jailer all look very peaceful in their own private slumbers with their armor placed carefully at their side and their weapons lined neatly in front of them.

Off in the distance, the sound of a harp echoes through the columns. The music suddenly, but peacefully, awakens everyone around the fire. Alrik hears the music first. A song he had never heard before, whose notes were so clear and simple and beautiful, he was surprised he had never composed it himself. No one at the fire can tell what direction the music is coming from.

ooc – Just a reminder in case everyone has forgotten.

Alrik - The Bard… and an apprentice to Melkorka (The hag)
Osvauld is second in command and personal advisor to Captain Gunharr
Torvog - The jailer
Orm - Friends with Weolf Ingvar and Sigfurd but seems more estranged since the loss of his wife Sif. He has recently been seen speaking in hushed corners with Osvauld and Captain Gunharr.
Sigfurd – A wealthy Icelandic nobleman who joined the Viking campaigns in hopes of quenching his thirst for adventure. Identified by Melkorka as a chosen one
Weoulf – Little is known of Weoulf other than his friendship with the brute Ingvar, Sigfurd and Orm. Identified by Melkorka as a chosen one
Berger – Once a proud Viking warrior; now little more than a hopeless drunken lout. Identified by Melkorka as a chosen one.

ooc - OK….. GO!

Posted: **Wed Apr 30, 2008 1:49 am**

Berger begins to move slowly and rhythmically beneath his bear robe.

"Mmmmmm, Sedna." He murmurs, a blissful smile on his face.

He rolls back and forth, moaning and murmuring that same woman's name over and over.

Finally he lets out a grunt and a gasp, then opens his eyes. The blissful look on his face turns into a confused frown.

He sits up and looks around. "Alrik." He grunts in greeting, then scrubs his hand through his damp hair.

He sees his armor next to him and decides to get up and strap it on.

Posted: **Wed Apr 30, 2008 3:58 am**

Alrik walks around the room taking in his surroundings. Seeing the others stir he immediately snaps to attention. Tilting his head he acknowledges Berger. Men rise and strap on your armor. I don't know where we are, but it can't be good. The last thing I remember. Alrik grows silent as he reflects on what happened, but only for a moment. He shudders and carries on. Well that doesn't matter right now. What matters is that we take control of the situation. Alrik looks around for weapons, and silently brings a song to mind just in case.

Posted: **Wed Apr 30, 2008 4:17 am**

Osvauld slowly opens his eyes. He sits up and thoughtfully considers the room and those around him. He runs a hand over his damp clothes and says, "I imagine I wouldn't be wet if I were dead. But we should find our hosts." He stands and puts on his armor, but seems oddly peaceful considering what happened to their boat.

"Alrik, what happened to the witch?"

Posted: **Thu May 01, 2008 3:08 pm**

Alrik looks around some more before answering Osvauld. It's hard to say, but I'm sure she's still alive. Oh how I hope I'm wrong. That soulless harpy would look good on the tusk of a narwhale. What's important now is that we rouse the men and be prepared for whatever has brought us here. We have not lost yet.

Posted: **Thu May 01, 2008 11:26 pm**

After strapping on his armor, Berger begins to look around a bit, attempting to see into the dark past the pillars.

"Where in Helheim are we?" He grumbles as he wanders around. "And more importantly, do they have anything to drink around here. I'm fuckin' parched."

Posted: **Fri May 02, 2008 4:38 pm**

"Did the narwhales bring you here? What did you last see of the witch? As unsavory as she is, she was brought along with us for a reason." Osvauld begins moving around, waking those men who are still asleep.

Posted: **Fri May 02, 2008 4:56 pm**

Still nosing around, Berger responds to Osvauld's questions.

"The only thing those damned whales brought me was a hard time. Almost killed one of 'em, then I got.....er, distracted." He said with a lewd grin. "I have no fuckin' clue how I got here. Anybody else remember? More importantly, anyone got a flask on 'em? Mine's empty."

Posted: **Fri May 02, 2008 11:00 pm**

Weoulf gets slowly to his feet, clutching his head which is ringing like Hel`s own bell.

"Where the fuck are we? If this is Valhalla, well I didn`t expect to arrive with such a cunt of a headache! Nor to have to share it with you bastards! If we`re alive, well the first thing I could use is a drink. Water, mead, I don`t care! I have a taste in my mouth like all the fish in this godforsaken dump shat in it at once!"

Groaning and cursing further, he begins to strap on his armour while looking round in the vain hope of finding liquid refreshment.

Posted: **Fri May 02, 2008 11:23 pm**

Alrik rounds on the men as they wake up, and gives them a look that would make a weak man cry. Listen you useless heaps of shit. Keep your voices down and use your fucking heads. Just because we aren't on a battle field doesn't mean we aren't fighting a war. If any of you cunts doesn't fall in line I'll personally make sure that that heinous witch has her way with you. Weoulf, I'm sure your ass still hurts from your last encounter with Melkorka. Alrik levels his gaze at everyone of them making sure they are taking in what he says. Now let's regroup and find whatever manner of creature runs this place and make them wish they had never laid eyes on us.

Posted: **Sat May 03, 2008 1:55 am**

Berger laughs loudly and slaps his knees at Weoulf's tirade as he woke up.

Berger keeps on laughing all the way through Alrik's pep-talk, until finally, he leans back against one of the pillars, wiping the tears from his eyes, his laughter winding down into a few hiccups.

Posted: **Sat May 03, 2008 4:10 pm**

Osvauld grins at the bard. "A good speech, boy, and you're right to remind the men that we're not in a safe situation, but how about we find out who has us and what they want before things get bloody. If they really wanted us dead, they could have just left us to drown." He goes to kick the last few men awake.

Posted: **Sat May 03, 2008 6:28 pm**

Alrik approaches Osvauld, and speaks for all to hear. It is true that they kept us alive, but think of what we do know. They sank our ship and killed many of our crewman. It is obvious that they did not invite us here for tea. Alrik leans in and speak in a lowered voice for only Osvauld to hear. And if you ever call me boy again I'll show you why our people fear my magic. The Captain answered to Melkorka and only she stands higher than me. So you will show me respect, and I in turn will treat you with the same. It will do no good for our men to see us bickering with, and insulting each other.

Posted: **Sun May 04, 2008 5:14 am**

Osvauld calmly looks at Alrik for a moment. "Excuse me, I meant no offense. My age creeps up on me sometimes." He looks once more around the cavernous room. "Can you tell which way to go? Or do you think they'll be along shortly?"

Posted: **Sun May 04, 2008 5:32 pm**

Alrik put a hand on Osvauld's shoulder. No it is I who should apologize my friend. I have been around that witch too long and it's starting to have an effect on my personality. Alrik surveys the room once again with a glance. If any of you men are hurt come see me now before we start out.

Posted: **Mon May 05, 2008 10:00 am**

Orm wakes with a jolt and looks for his weapon. When he discovers that he is no longer in the belly of a whale. He smiles: "I was swallowed by a killer whale, so I must be dead. This can not be Hel, we must be in the halls of Valhalla! Let's go and greet Odin!" Orm gets up on his feet. Perhaps there is a chance. Perhaps she is here as well!

Posted: **Mon May 05, 2008 6:58 pm**

Sigfurd wakes, clutching his chest and screaming

Ingvar!

He quickly jumps to his feet and looks around at his fellow Vikings strapping their armour on.

He undoes the ties on his damp shirt and inspects his chest.

It’s gone! That bloody horned whale ran me right through….. But now… Like it never even happened….

Sigfurd seems to be having a difficult time adjusting to his surrounding. His friends Orm and Weoulf know Sigfurd as a nobleman's son and though adventurous, he always needed some babying through the really hard times. He takes a deep breath as Alrik gives his speech taking some comfort in the fact that somebody still had their wits about them. WHen he was finished he lowers his voice as instructed...

Weoulf, Thank Odin! I thought you were dead for sure when that lightning hit… Did you guys see that light in the water?

Torvog follows Alrik’s lead as well, backing him up with his usual supportive back talk.

You heard the bard ladies. There will be plenty of drink once we get the hell out of here and catch up with our boys on board the Icebreaker…

The musical melody continues... playing itself over and over in an eerie sort of loop.

Posted: **Tue May 06, 2008 3:49 am**

Once everyone is up and armored Alrik raises a hand to silence everyone for a moment. That song, it's beautiful and haunting at the same time. Where is it coming from. Alrik looks around the room for a door or window that they can escape from. Ok men it's time to screw your courage to the sticking place. Let's keep our heads and watch each others backs. Grab anything that can be used as a weapon, and let's try to find our way out of here.

ooc do we see our weapons anywhere.

Posted: **Tue May 06, 2008 11:25 am**

Orm gathers what belongings he can find and gets ready to follow the others, rather impatiently. He is eager to explore this new place which might be the only place he has longed, Valhalla!

Posted: **Tue May 06, 2008 2:05 pm**

ooc: We have our weapons, they were next to our beds when we woke up.

Osvauld eyes the troops, making sure nobody is recklessly forgetting to buckle their armor, or is leaving some gear behind.

Posted: **Wed May 07, 2008 6:25 pm**

Sigfurd walks up to Weoulf and listens to the angelic notes being played in glorious repetition.

Where is it coming from brother? It’s so beautiful.

None of the Vikings have yet left the light of the fire. The room could stretch on for eternity for all the party knew. Then just slightly over the music could be heard the gentle flapping of wings.

Posted: **Wed May 07, 2008 8:55 pm**

"I think it sounds spooky" grumbles Weoulf.

"I don`t trust this whole fucking place" he snarls, picking up his sword, "It has the foul stench of sorcery about it!"

Posted: **Wed May 07, 2008 11:22 pm**

Berger cocked his head for a moment, listening to the music, then yawned in disinterest.

He leaned back against a pillar, scratched his crotch for a while, then checked his pockets once again for a flask he knew wasn't there.

Posted: **Thu May 08, 2008 4:46 am**

Alirk looks at Berger with disgust. I suggest you stand up and pay attention before you die. We're not alone...everyone grab your weapons let's check this place out. Alrik readies his magic just in case.

Posted: **Thu May 08, 2008 1:18 pm**

Osvauld chooses a direction and takes the lead.

Posted: **Thu May 08, 2008 1:42 pm**

Berger snorts in amusement at Alrik's chastisement and gives his crotch one last scratch.

"I'd pay attention if someone were singin' about where to find a damn bottle of mead," he grumbles as he moves to follow the group.

But because being a drunken sot hadn't completely ruined his warrior instincts yet, he draws his sword as he follows.

Posted: **Thu May 08, 2008 4:23 pm**

"Let's go then. If we are lucky we're all dead and this is Valhalla, if not... well, there is probably plenty of opportunity to meet death in a place like this" Orm states simply and then he begins to explore the place more thoroughly. Where is the music coming from? Music can not just appear, there must be an instrument and someone who plays the instrument in question. Orm is ready to draw his sword if danger appears.

OOC: Let's explore this place!

Posted: **Thu May 08, 2008 5:55 pm**

North is up. South is Down. Explore away!

Posted: **Fri May 09, 2008 7:51 am**

Weoulf straps on his sword and turns to Sigurd, "What say we look around a bit, brother? I suggest we head west.
Watch my back and I`ll watch yours, we`ll find the stinking sorcerors and give them a taste of Viking steel!"

Posted: **Fri May 09, 2008 12:43 pm**

Orm decides to go south. It seems that any direction is as good as another. "I suggest that you go in any other direction. Shout if you find something!"

Posted: **Fri May 09, 2008 2:32 pm**

Alrik steps into the middle of the group. Listen I think we should all stick together. Separating us last time was how they beat us. Together we are a fierce unit.

Posted: **Fri May 09, 2008 7:08 pm**

Sigfurd walks with Weoulf with his sword and shield to the ready. Before he leaves the light of the fire he stops, waiting for a decision to be made.

Torvog stays close to Alrik eyeing the others indifferently.

The music continues to echo through the hall and the flapping of the bird’s wings from high above appears to be getting closer, approaching form the North.

Orm walks south to the edge of the fire’s light as well. From his position he can see something that resembles stonework stairs.

Posted: **Sat May 10, 2008 10:02 pm**

Osvauld moves to the North side of the fire. "Let's see what type of winged beast is coming to greet us."

Posted: **Mon May 12, 2008 5:28 pm**

"I've found a set of stairs" Orm shouts to the others.

Posted: **Mon May 12, 2008 8:14 pm**

Sigfurd hears Orm shout out that he found some stairs and smiles at Weoulf.

Skraeling stairs?… and skraeling colums? I didn’t think the little brown bastards had it in em!

He runs up to Orm’s side and peers out into the darkness.

What do yah got here old friend?

Neither man can see much further into the penetrating darkness, past the light of the fire. As their eyes adjust somewhat to the black, they can see that the stairs go up.

Posted: **Mon May 12, 2008 8:15 pm**

Torvog the jailer seems more interested in the fluttering of the wings.

By Odin’s beard…I bet that bird knows the way out Alrik! Can you see anything Osvauld?

As Osvauld walks north past the light of the fire, he can hear the flapping of the wings in the dark begin to come closer but without the firelight, he can’t see much of anything. The darkness is thick and complete.

Posted: **Mon May 12, 2008 11:13 pm**

Berger stands there for a while, undecided in which way to go.

He begins sniffing the air, let's out a "Whoop!" and heads south for the stairs.

"Stand back me boys," he says as he pushes his way past Orm and Sigfurd and begins heading up the stairs, "The nectar of the gods is up these stairs and I'm a goin' to church!"

Posted: **Tue May 13, 2008 1:31 am**

Alrik shakes his head as Berger runs up the stairs. Drunken fool is going to get himself killed running around like that. Putting Berger from his mind Alrik looks around for something that could be used as a torch.

Posted: **Tue May 13, 2008 2:37 am**

oc - there are several logs in the fire.

oc - Berger roll Dex x3

Posted: **Tue May 13, 2008 1:22 pm**

Osvauld grabs one of the logs from the fire and uses it to try to see what's making the flapping sound.

Posted: **Tue May 13, 2008 7:08 pm**

Osvauld grabs a log from the fire and continues north towards the flapping noise. Torvog does the same and follows looking to Alrik to back him up. The columns continue North for a hundred feet or so. After walking 50 ft or so, Osvauld passes a space in the columns. On the floor, in the center of the room, is a large silver plated disc with a rune etched on its surface. The silver coated rune sparkles in the torch light illuminating a good portion of the chamber’s center. Osvauld knows that the symbol is the Viking rune Tyr named after the one handed Norse God of the same name.

To the west and east are doors made of intricately carved stonework. Osvauld can’t make out any of the carvings without getting closer. The notes in the dark seem loudest from the west. The flapping of wings continues from the North.

Posted: **Wed May 14, 2008 12:15 am**

OOC: Dex x 3 = 27, rolled 10
No shit! I thought sure i was gonna fail this one.

Posted: **Wed May 14, 2008 12:24 am**

Berger runs up the stairs panting like a drunken fool into the darkness. He negotiates the stairs and climbs them with the grace of a Valkrie; almost as if his last drink were dependent on him not falling ass over back down the steep stone grade. He reaches the top and the smell he's been searching out was stong in front of him. The darkness was two thick. He couldn't make out a damn thing.

Posted: **Wed May 14, 2008 3:23 am**

Alrik follows wordlessly behind the others, bow ready in hand.

Posted: **Wed May 14, 2008 2:57 pm**

"Berger, by Thor's beard. What are you doing?" Orm is no coward, but to head into danger without the support of your brothers in arms is just... stupid. The viking decides to return to the fire to see what the others have found.

Posted: **Wed May 14, 2008 6:22 pm**

Henrik wrote:"Berger, by Thor's beard. What are you doing?"

"Followin' my instincts boys," Berger calls back down the stairs and smacks his lips.

Once he reaches the top of the stairs, he slows down and stretches his arms out in front of him, hands searching for a touch of bottle or barrel.
He sniffs the air loudly, attempting to determine if the smell is coming more from one direction than any other.

Posted: **Thu May 15, 2008 1:02 pm**

Osvauld turns to look back at Alrik and quietly says, "We may learn more from following the music than the flapping." He turns in that direction and continues through the dark.

Posted: **Thu May 15, 2008 2:31 pm**

Orm wishes that he could follow the others, but he would not forgive himself if Berger's recklessness would make him head into danger. He follows Berger up the stairs.

Posted: **Fri May 16, 2008 3:19 am**

Weoulf follows Orm`s lead and advances cautiously up the stairs, sword drawn, senses on fire and alert to any sign of danger.

The sweet tingle of adrenalin courses through his body, mingled with the faintest sour tweak of trepidition; a fight would be a welcome diversion in this impossible Skraeling hall, but what if there were more sorcery to come?

Nothing my sword can`t deal with he thinks to himself, grunting out loud and turning to those behind him, "Are you with me on this, boys? Let`s give these Skraelings a taste of Norse anger!"

So saying he increases his pace, the blood lust rising to his head as he bares his teeth and lets out a throaty, animal growl.

Posted: **Thu May 22, 2008 10:16 pm**

Berger Charges up the stairs into the pitch black darkness beyond the fire. Reaching the top in seven long steps, Berger slows his pace, keeping his arms out in front of him. Following his nose, Berger quickly comes across a wide stone pillar standing roughly 4 feet off the ground. He hears dripping at its base. His hands brush clumsily against the top of the pillar and plunge into a shallow basin filled with a strong smelling alcohol. Still, the Viking can see nothing but blackness and desire.

Weoulf, Orm and Sigfurd follow cautiously behind Berger. Behind them, they can see the light from Osvauld’s torch dim behind the tall ominous pillars as he explores the northern section of this strange chamber.
Weoulf, now walking more than a few feet to Berger’s right bumps into something at the top of the stairs. He reaches out instinctively and finds that the object is made of stone. It stretches past his reach in either direction and its various grooves and edges seem smooth to the touch; as if they had been carved.

Posted: **Thu May 22, 2008 10:17 pm**

Osvauld ignores the flapping coming from the North and instead turns west to investigate the hauntingly beautiful music. Alrik follows… bow in hand, ready for anything. Torvog the jailer readies his mace and stays close to Alrik. The two pass by two rows of columns all in perfect alignment as they walk slowly west. Then both men spot a closed door against the large stone wall on the west face of the chamber. The door is thick and made of wood with polished silver fittings. The metal glints in the light of Osvauld’s torch. On the door is a carving of a man with a long beard and Nordic helm over top an anvil whilst another man looks on.

The runes surrounding the carving are Nordic in their origin, but ancient and difficult to read.

The simple yet elegant notes appear to be coming from behind the door.

ooc – Osvauld and Alrik please include a runes check in your post.

Posted: **Fri May 23, 2008 5:04 am**

Alrik stops at the runes and inspects them but failsto make any sense out of them. He turns to Osvauld gesturing to the runes. Can you make sense out of these. I've never seen the like of them before.

Posted: **Fri May 23, 2008 1:08 pm**

Orm turns to Weoulf: "Did you hit something?" he asks.

Posted: **Sat May 24, 2008 2:27 am**

Berger continues to follow his nose, sword held out in front of him.

Posted: **Sat May 24, 2008 5:26 am**

Henrik wrote:Orm turns to Weoulf: "Did you hit something?" he asks.

The Viking turns to his friend, scowling in confusion. "There`s some sort of structure here, feels like it`s been carved or something. Get a torch on it!"

Posted: **Sun May 25, 2008 12:16 am**

"No, la- ... No, I can't recognize them either. Well then." Osvauld checks the door to see if it opens.

ooc: I don't have a runes skill listed on my sheet, but I'm pretty sure this would be a fail:
runes check (1d100=71)

Posted: **Mon May 26, 2008 3:59 pm**

Orm nods in reply and runs down the stairs. He returns to the fire where they started perhaps it is possible to make an improvised torch from a wooden log or something similar in the room?

Posted: **Mon May 26, 2008 8:50 pm**

Alrik and Osvauld can’t make out any of the ancient runes on the surface of the door and Torvog the jailer seems equally baffled but that is no surprise to anyone. Torvog was not given the task of watching an empty cell for his mental prowess.
One symbol, however, is easily recognizable and seems to appear more frequently than the others. The same symbol that Osvauld noticed on the floor of the chamber… The Norse rune of Tyr. The one armed Viking God of Single Combat and Heroic Glory.

Osvauld tries to open the door but the door will not budge. There doesn’t even appear to be a keyhole. The strange notes depicting a four bar rift continue to play over and over again from behind the solid wooden door. Not even Alrik the bard has heard this song before.

Posted: **Mon May 26, 2008 8:55 pm**

Berger finds what he is looking for. A large stone pedestal filled to the brim with a sweet smelling and highly potent spirit.

Orm runs back to the fire and grabs a torch of his own while Weoulf and Sigfurd wait patiently in the darkness feeliong their way around the stonework.

Orm quickly returns with a log from the fire and casts some light onto the scene. Before them is a large stone statue of the Viking God Tyr. The statue standing 40 ft from the floor towers above the four Vikings. The statue is of masterwork craftsmanship and its features are so entirely realistic that Tyr seems to glare down at them with dark eyes riddled with judgment.

The light of the makeshift torch illuminates Berger whose face is submerged in one of the two four foot pedestals to either side of Tyr slurping greedily.

oc - you don't have to be doing this G-Dizzle. Just let me know if you are not drinking the alcohol in the pedestal. I just assumed you would. I fyou are it tastes like drunken Valhalla.

Weolf notices that there is a deep trail of liquid coming from the pedestals and leading to the walls to the east and west The liquid continues along narrow troughs built into the floor along the walls. The trough sontinue for as far as the torch light will provide.

Posted: **Tue May 27, 2008 12:29 am**

Berger, indeed, has his face half-submerged in one of the stone pedestals, slurping away.

The only thing keeping him from complete bliss is the knowledge that he doesn't have a flask on him to fill up while he's here.

Posted: **Tue May 27, 2008 2:10 pm**

"Berger for the sake of the gods! Show some respect! That's probably not intended for you!" Orm shouts at the thirsty viking. What kind of place is this? A shrine to Tyr? Here in Helluland? This can not be Helluland, it must be Valhalla. Or is this the place where the rune was hidden?

"Let's press on. We have more things to explore. Perhaps we can find some answers around here somewhere!" Orm begins to follow the trough.

Posted: **Tue May 27, 2008 8:41 pm**

"Yeah, control your bestial urges, you drunken fuck! Let`s get a move on!"

Weoulf gives the sot a kick in the rear as he passes him, trying to upend the man into the pedastel, and follows Orm into the darkness.

Posted: **Tue May 27, 2008 10:42 pm**

mikc wrote:
Weoulf gives the sot a kick in the rear as he passes him, trying to upend the man into the pedastel

OOC: Oh yeah? Ya gonna roll an attack for that kick in the rear, then? Which means i get a counter attack.......

Posted: **Wed May 28, 2008 2:54 am**

OOC - Oh, yeah! DSIGFUSS should determine what bonuses are given for kicking an opponent in the rear when they`ve got their face buried in their addiction of choice!

IC - Weoulf`s heart isn`t really in it. (Base 25%, rolled 60) http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/1607964/

Posted: **Wed May 28, 2008 3:43 am**

Osvauld turns to Alrik. "Any ideas?"

Posted: **Wed May 28, 2008 5:00 am**

Alrik shakes his head in frustration as he examines the door. If only I could make out these ruins I'm sure it would answer our question. He closes his eyes and listens to the melody playing from behind the door. There may be some sort of pattern that we are missing here that is linked to the music, but that may just be the bard in me speaking. Alrik runs his fingers over the ruins in the door tracing the outlines, and looking for a trigger that might open the door. There are no key holes so it would stand to chance that there is a lever or a button that will open it. I suggest we spread out and search the immediate area. Don't go out of sight of each other.

Posted: **Wed May 28, 2008 1:26 pm**

"Good." Osvauld nods and begins a more careful examination of the door.

Posted: **Thu May 29, 2008 12:08 am**

The torchlight only serves to illuminate a 20 ft radius circle. Basically the distance between two pillars.

Posted: **Thu May 29, 2008 12:12 am**

Berger, slurping greedily from the tall pedestal of potent clear alcohol, already begins to feel that familiar head spinning buzz coming on. (Berger’s pedestal is to the lefty of the statue of Tyr)

Weoulf then moves in with a kick to get the big lout moving but Berger shuffles out of the way, raising his head from the bowl of the pedestal. The kick brushes against Berger’s leg, distracting the large Viking from his drink. One of Berger’s eyes twitches slightly as he tries to focus through his rising drunken delirium.

Henrik follows the trough filled with liquor flowing from the pedestal to the right of the statue of Tyr along the west wall, eventually leaving Weoulf and Berger standing toe to toe in shadow. (As he leaves with the torch)

Sigfurd stands next to his friend Weoulf and smirks as Berger stumbles slightly as he straightens himself out to face his would be humiliator.

Berger was used to being picked on by now. Always appreciated at a good party, Berger's drunken foolery didn't seem to capture the audience's favour outside the drinking hall.

Sigfurd takes a step forward still smiling.

C'mon Berger. I'm not carrying you out of here!Quit yer drinking. We've got work to do!

Henrik continues with his torch along the western wall, following the trough. He soon hears Osvauld and Alrik speaking softly ahead of him.

ooc- Henrik roll idea.

Posted: **Thu May 29, 2008 12:14 am**

Meanwhile, Osvauld, Alrik and Torvog stand puzzled in front of the flat ringless door.

The two continue along the western wall searching for a lever of some description but find nothing upon their initial inspection. Alrik notices a thin gutter filled with strong smelling alcohol between the west wall and the floor. Torvog, not the sharpest scramasax in the shed, searches the pillars closest to the door humming despite his nervousness. The jailer always appreciated the Bard’s music and loved to sing along when he could remember the lyrics. The music behind the door continues to haunt the outside chamber with it’s sharp four bar melody, so beautiful to the Viking’s un-tuned ears.

Posted: **Thu May 29, 2008 2:37 am**

Failing to find a mechanism to open the door with Alrik decides to enlist the aid of his magic. Probing the runes one more time he starts to sing.

elhaz elhaz elhaz
z z z z z z z z z
[a deep whirring, whistling sound]
uz az iz ez uz
oz ez iz az uz
z z z z z z z z z
(m m m m m m m m m)

ooc http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/1609018/ passed skill check if you allow me to use my magic to try again.
15. MAN
A fifteenth I know, which Folk-stirrer sang,
the dwarf, at the gates of Dawn;
he sang strength to the gods, and skill to the elves,
and wisdom to Odin who utters.
Cost : 2/4 sanity
Effect: Adds 10 points to STR, INT or DEX. Results in 100 increase in skill points to a maximum of 85% in any skill
Duration: 3 rounds

Posted: **Thu May 29, 2008 11:18 am**

An idea pops up in Orm's mind!

Posted: **Thu May 29, 2008 11:13 pm**

ooc – Orm recognizes the trough filled with alcohol and its purpose.. He’d seen their design before… When his beloved wife died, he spent some time honoring her and payed homage to the gods by visiting temples spread across the Viking colonies of Iceland. There he had seen similar chamber lit by fuel filled troughs. Lighting the alcohol at any place would set the stone troughs ablaze, spreading light to every corner of the hall

Posted: **Thu May 29, 2008 11:14 pm**

Alrik finishes his song and all the Vikings in the chamber hear him clearly. His voice fills the hearts of all who hear it with a powerful pride in their heritage. They are Vikings and the Bards of Valhalla will sing their deeds before Odin’s table and his guests will raise their swords and sing.

Sigur eða Dauði Victory or Death!

Upon second glance with the wisdom of the elves coursing through his mind, Alrik reads the runes aloud.

Through Song shall ye Pass! Through Song shall ye Follow. Through Song shall ye Silence the Son!

Posted: **Fri May 30, 2008 12:12 pm**

Orm contemplates the fun of setting fire to the alcohol thus setting fire to Berger for a moment then he considers it again. Some light would not be bad after all!

"Everyone out of the trough! Especially you Berger! I'm going to lighten things up!" He then puts his burning log to the alcohol in the trough.

Posted: **Fri May 30, 2008 9:31 pm**

Berger reluctantly steps back from the pedestal, wiping his mouth on the back of one sleeve and lets out a tremendous belch.

When the alcohol begins to blaze, he sighs sadly. "What a waste."

Then he hiccups, which makes him giggle.

Posted: **Sat May 31, 2008 3:10 pm**

Osvauld claps Alrik on the back. "Well done!" He listens for a moment to the haunting music, and starts humming along with it.

Posted: **Sun Jun 01, 2008 9:00 am**

Alrik nods to Osvauld, and joins the man using his voice to mimic the music he hears.

Posted: **Mon Jun 02, 2008 11:11 pm**

Orm lights the fuel with his torch and the fire travels along the edge of the wall, illuminating the entire chamber with its glow. Berger backs away from the pedestal as it bursts into flame fully lighting the 30 ft statue of Tyr. As the fire snakes up the wall to the north, everyone ion the chamber can hear the squawking of a bird. Weoulf stading closest to the center can see an open exit on the far north wall.

Torvog taps Alrik on the shoulder as the two humm along to the music playing from behind the door.

Uhh… Alrik? There’s another door.

Both men turn to see a closed wooden door (of similar craftsmanship to the one they are staring at) on the opposite east wall.

Posted: **Tue Jun 03, 2008 2:19 pm**

ooc that would have been good to know when we said we searched the area.

Alrik stops his humming and turns to look at the other door. I knew that he says in a tone that Alrik uses with Torvog when he loses at games. He then turns and makes his way to the door seeing if there is any way to open it.

Posted: **Tue Jun 03, 2008 8:39 pm**

ooc- You hadn’t searched the whole room yet… It was too damned dark yo!

Alrik walks across the chamber to the wooden door on the east side wall and Torvog follows still humming the four bar tune. As he walks away from the music behind the ringless locked door, he passes through the center of the chamber, stepping over the large Rune of Tyr. Alrik hears flapping to the North and notes the doorless opening to the chamber.

The door to the East is plain with only one rune etched onto it’s wooden face. The Rune of Tyr. Alrik tries the door and it opens with little effort. A staircase winds down into darkness.

ooc- what is everyone else doing?

Posted: **Wed Jun 04, 2008 4:51 am**

Noting the activity in the hall, Weoulf casts one last cursory glance over the "fire trough" and decides there`s nothing more to be found here.

"Didn`t singe your whiskers, did you, Berger? Be careful not to fart or we`ll have an extra torch to take with us!"

Weoulf heads down the steps away from the pedestal and over toward the newly-discovered door in the east wall.

Posted: **Wed Jun 04, 2008 9:21 am**

Orm walks to the newly discovered eastern door, following anyone brave enough to go through it.

Posted: **Thu Jun 05, 2008 3:06 pm**

Osvauld shrugs and goes over to the other door ... the one that will actually open. "Someone follow me with a torch. I'll go first." He draws his sword and cautiously begins to descend.

Posted: **Fri Jun 06, 2008 2:43 am**

Alrik pauses and looks at the other door. Let's check out this one while I think about what the runes said, but I'd like to go back to the other door eventually. I think if it's that hard to get into there must be something worth seeing behind it.

Posted: **Fri Jun 06, 2008 5:25 am**

"Well," says Weoulf, "before we hang around here like a bunch of old women waiting for Ragnarok, why don`t we just go in?"

So saying, he follows Osvauld, "I`m with you; at least two men here aren`t afraid!"

There is a hint of false bravado in all this; those who know Weoulf will be able to tell that he`s pretty spooked beneath his flippant manner.

Posted: **Sun Jun 08, 2008 1:06 am**

"I'm with ya!" Berger belches out and follows Osvauld and Weoulf.

Posted: **Tue Jun 10, 2008 3:30 am**

Alrik waves his hand in front of his nose trying to disperse the smell of Berger's belch. Dam that could peel paint. He follows the group into the room bow in hand ready for anything that might be waiting.

Posted: **Fri Jun 13, 2008 6:15 am**

The door leads down a short hall. The walls are smooth and seemed carved from the rock. The floor is tiled with slates of marble and quartz and sparkles in the light of Osvauld's makeshift torch. As he walks, he passes torches on the walls. The hallway quickly turns and the party looks down a steep stone staircase. The sacred rune of Tyr is scatted all around the wall of the staircase, scratched deep into the stone and painted in all the colors of the world.

Posted: **Sat Jun 14, 2008 10:16 am**

Weoulf takes one of the torches from the wall and lights it from Osvauld`s brand.

"Shall we?" he asks the other viking, indicating the stairs with a nod of his head.

Posted: **Sun Jun 15, 2008 5:13 pm**

Orm lights a torch of its own from Weoulf's torch. "I'm ready to follow you. Orm pulls out his sword while holding the torch in the left hand. It's better to be armed in a strange place like this.

Posted: **Mon Jun 16, 2008 4:27 am**

Osvauld grins. "Onward."

Posted: **Wed Jun 18, 2008 5:05 am**

The party of Vikings moves cautiously down the stairs, Osvauld in the lead followed closely by Orm, Weoulf, Sigfurd, Alrik, Torvog and then Berger, stumbling in his fresh drunken splendor. The runes of Tyr nearly cover the walls. As they desend the number of runes lessens until the walls are plain rock leaving only a long dark winding stare in front of them. Still, the simple, yet elegant, four rift song reaches them from high above.

Berger, lagging behind a few lengths of stair hears flapping from above.

Torvog groans as they continue..

For fucks sake Osvauld! These stairs surely lead to Hel.

Sigfurd turns back to Alrik.

That song... Does it not remind you of something bard?

Posted: **Fri Jun 20, 2008 3:06 pm**

Alrik nods deep in thought. It does, but I can't quite put my finger on it yet. Let's keep walking and I'll think some more.

Posted: **Fri Jun 20, 2008 5:56 pm**

For fucks sake Osvauld! These stairs surely lead to Hel.

"Then we're in for a good adventure, aren't we?" Osvauld continues down the stairs.

Posted: **Sun Jun 22, 2008 8:57 pm**

Alrik approaches Osvauld. I believe I've figured out how to open that other door when we get back. It's actually quite simple. I'm surprised that neither of us thought of it earlier. Everywhere we go there are symbols of Tyr, and I know things about the ruins of Tyr. There is a four line verse that we could recite that would match up with music we heard. I bet that would open it. It is, if I see in a tree, a corpse from a halter hanging, such spells I write, and paint in runes, that the being descends and speaks.

Posted: **Mon Jun 23, 2008 10:10 am**

"But this place is this a temple of Tyr or the home of Tyr himself? And why is it located here, whereever here is?"

Posted: **Tue Jun 24, 2008 6:04 am**

Sigfurd looks up the stairs and then looks down the long winding staircase.

Their's no end in sight Osvauld! If this does lead to Hel, it will be one Hell of climb out!

He smiles and looks playfully to Weoulf.

Do you think the Skraelings have found the gods Orm? Do you really think Tyr lies in these halls?

Torvog's eyes follow Sigfurd's up the stairs they just climbed. There must have travelled at least a thousand steps.

There must be a bottom.. I ain't climbing back up for Fuck's sake!

Berger stops to catch his wind as the group discusses rests. He rests with one hand on his knee and vomits on the stone stairs.

Posted: **Tue Jun 24, 2008 10:08 am**

"I thought you were a man who could hold his drink" Orm says to Berger. "A bottomless set of stairs now that would be interesting. Let's press on" Orm says and takes the lead. His old bones ache but he tries not to think of it.

Posted: **Tue Jun 24, 2008 2:46 pm**

Berger wipes his mouth with the back of his hand and grins drunkenly.

"Jusht gettin rid of any leftover food to make more room in my belly for the mead, me boysh, thash all. It'sh an old Roman trick." He slurs contentedly.

Then he continues descending the stairs, slipping a bit as he steps on his own vomit.
He begins swatting at the air around his head, as if there were flying creatures swarming around him.
"For fuck'sh shake!" he exclaims. "I think there'sh bats."

Posted: **Wed Jun 25, 2008 9:20 am**

Orm prepares himself if Berger should become unruly. Now he seems to be seeing things.

Posted: **Wed Jun 25, 2008 1:33 pm**

Osvauld looks pensive as he continues down the stairs.

Posted: **Thu Jun 26, 2008 9:06 pm**

Osvauld presses the group forward and downwards as Sigfurd questions Orm about his theory.

If this is the temple of Tyr, then who built it Orm? Those red eyed devils? The skraelings? I doubt they’d have the brains to work this kind of stone and where in Hel’s dungeons did they get all the marble. I’m not even sure we’re still on Helluland old friend…. Mayhap we did pass and now we journey to Hel as the jailor jested.

Torvog grunts and looks down the stairway, still dark and foreboding.

You say you can open the door with no key Alrik? With your magics? Well there was another door at the other end of the chamber too; an opening where that damnable bird was flapping his beak off. Maybe we should have tried that one. It must have flown in from somewhere! We have choices here lads. Let’s not damn ourselves to an eternity of honor-less Hel. Course I’d rather rot in Hel than climb back up these Fucking steps.

Torvog, however continues to follow Alrik as they talk, not wanting to lose their momentum.

Posted: **Fri Jun 27, 2008 11:09 am**

"Let's continue, I say" Orm says. "I for one is interested in who built this place and who laid us by that fire. They may be gods, men or monsters. It does not matter. If they wanted us dead, they would have killed us, unless this is the afterlife."

Posted: **Tue Jul 01, 2008 5:26 am**

"I agree," says Osvauld. "I am also curious as to who has brought us here. If this is the afterlife, where are those who are supposed to great us?

"What say you, Bard?"

Posted: **Tue Jul 01, 2008 7:22 am**

Alrik nods. I do not want to walk forever though. I say we carry on for a little while longer and hope for a way out, but keep in mind this is a magical place and it is possible for a hallway to go on forever if that is what a god wills. If we haven't come to something then let us go back and I'll open the locked door. He smiles to himself a little. The best secrets are always behind locked doors. And answers for that matter.

Posted: **Tue Jul 01, 2008 8:07 pm**

The six Viking warriors walk for half an hour down what seems to be the longest staircase in the world; or in Hel for that matter. When they finally reach the bottom, the stairs end into another narrow passage heading as far off as their torch light will reveal. The floor is made of marble and the walls and ceilings are covered in a beautiful mosaic of broken gemstones. The mosaic depicts the binding of Fenris by the gods and covers the roof and wall of this new corridor for at least 20 feet down. In the picture, the insatiable Fenris wolf is being bound by the Norse gods… Balder and Heimdall. A thin blue ribbon holds the wolf’s jaws closed around Tyr’s hand. All the Vikings know this story well.

Afraid that Loki’s son Fenris would devour the gods with his ever increasing appetite, the gods designed a magical cord to bind him. Fenris believed that nothing could hold him but still he was cautious. When the gods asked Fenris to test the cord on the wolf god himself, Fenris was distrustful. He agreed, however, for if he broke the cord he would be given the honor of fighting Odin; whom he hated and despised. To assure that the gods would remove the cord if Fenris lost the wager, Tyr volunteered to place his hand in the beast’s mouth. Fenris could not break the cord and Tyr refused to remove it so Fenris bit off Tyr’s hand. A noble sacrifice…. There Fenris would remain until he was finally freed to take part in the Ragnarok…. The end of the Viking world!

Written in plain Old Norse at the bottoms of the stairs, scratched deep into the marble floor is the following text.

Here in the house of Tyr is bound the Wolf Fenrisulfr. Son to Loki and the giantess Angrboða. May he forever be bound and may he forever be hungry. Til the end of the world….

The light flapping of wings can be heard coming down the stairs. It still sounds a fair distance away.

Posted: **Wed Jul 02, 2008 10:15 am**

"Here in the house of Tyr..." Orm reads the text again to see that he has understood it correctly. "By Odin's one eye! It can not be true. Fenrisulfr bound here?" Orm reads it again not believing what he is reading.

Posted: **Thu Jul 03, 2008 11:35 am**

Weoulf has a bad feeling about this; he`s no coward, but this motley crew is surely no match for a God.

Posted: **Fri Jul 04, 2008 2:01 pm**

Osvauld speaks in a hushed voice. "Where have the gods taken us? And where is that blasted witch?"

Posted: **Fri Jul 04, 2008 6:25 pm**

"Hopefully she is in Hel and won't bother us again" Orm answers. "A more pressing question is: do we want to go further down? Imprisoned or not I'm not keen on meeting Fenrisulfr!"

Posted: **Sat Jul 05, 2008 9:06 pm**

Alrik peers down the seemingly endless hallway. I say we go back. This blasted hallway has no end. It is a trick of the gods to keep us moving without hope. He glances over his shoulder. At least this way there are doors that we have not yet opened. Now that I've figured out Tyr's riddle we can open that door.

Posted: **Sun Jul 06, 2008 10:16 am**

"Let's move then!" Orm says.

Posted: **Tue Jul 08, 2008 1:55 pm**

Osvauld looks at the long staircase and raises and eyebrow. "Well, then." He rubs the front of his legs and gets ready for the climb back up.

Posted: **Wed Jul 09, 2008 4:37 am**

Torvog sits down on the steps and groans.

AHHH... fuck me with a scramasax! Are you sure about this bard?

Sigfurd's eyes seem alive with excitement.

If we are in the house of Tyr as the runes say... I'd cross the colors of the Bifrost bridge to look upon its secrets. Lead the way Alrik... but remember that your witch is not here to hold your hand... nor mine if we climb these stairs for naught. If you are with us Osvauld... I will climb.

Berger belches and the sound echoes up the long winding stairway. High above, the sounds of light wings flapping can be heard quite clearly by the Vikings. Berger doesn't seem to notice and belches again, stumbling from the effort.

Whatever takes us back to that delicious drink... I'll follow you Bard! Or you pretty lady!

Berger looks beyond Osvauld into the darkness and smiles drunkenly.

Posted: **Wed Jul 09, 2008 5:33 am**

"I don`t like the whole fucking set-up," says Weoulf grumpily, "but I agree with Orm; I don`t fancy ending up as wolf-bait."

Looking across at Berger and wrinkling his nose at the noxious smell the belching drunkard is producing, he continues, "Of course, we could pacify the God with a little morsel who wouldn`t be missed."

Laughing contemptuously in the sot`s general direction, Weoulf finishes, "Now what the hell is he talking about? Which ´pretty lady` then? Is it your mother, down here to whore for the Wolf?"

Posted: **Wed Jul 09, 2008 1:36 pm**

Osvauld ignores the ribald comments and begins ascending the stairs.

Posted: **Mon Jul 14, 2008 4:06 am**

Sigfurd laughs at Weoulf’s comment.

Yar! Fenris will be drawn to the drunkard stench!

He turns and follows Osvauld up the steps.

Berger grunts and belches.

It’s not me mum yah fucking.. hiccup!... prick! Tis a beautiful skraeling lady. I saw her in the waters bathed in light. I think she… hiccup!... fancies me!

Torvog shakes his head and wipes the swet from his brow. He begins the long walk back up the stairs.

Ignore the Drunk! He'd still be locked up in me cell if we still had our Captain... Come then Bard! Regail us with a song from old. My spirits need picking up something fierce.

Ooc- CON x5 checks all around to see how well you are handling the strenuous activity.

The sounds of wings flapping gets louder as the Vikings begin to climb back up the stairs.

Posted: **Mon Jul 14, 2008 4:59 pm**

Weoulf pauses, leaning with one hand against the wall; it`s been a tough few days and he`s feeling the worse for wear. CON x 5 = 75 (1d100=95)

Posted: **Mon Jul 14, 2008 8:14 pm**

Orm may be old, but he can still work as a young man.

CON roll (1d100=39)

Posted: **Tue Jul 15, 2008 12:07 am**

Alrik stares at Sigfurd with a glare that would cut stone, but says nothing. He is huffing a puffing from the exertion of climbing the stairs. Once he regains his breath he begins to sing a battle chant that tells of great victories and the promises of Valhalla.

ooc con check failed rolled 89

Posted: **Tue Jul 15, 2008 2:19 pm**

conX5=70 (1d100=59)

DSIGFUSS wrote:Berger grunts and belches.

It’s not me mum yah fucking.. hiccup!... prick! Tis a beautiful skraeling lady. I saw her in the waters bathed in light. I think she… hiccup!... fancies me!

Osvauld pauses in his ascent, suddenly serious. "Berger, tell me more about this lady. I think I met the same woman."

Posted: **Wed Jul 23, 2008 4:06 am**

Rolled 44

"She was in the water. She made me smile and kisses like a goddess. *hiccup*

Posted: **Wed Jul 23, 2008 2:02 pm**

Osvauld looks slightly dumbstruck, as if he just woke up to discover his dream was real. "She was at least a queen. She called me a son of Odin and welcomed me to her kingdom." He looks to Alrik. "Have you any idea who this woman may be?"

Posted: **Wed Jul 23, 2008 6:54 pm**

"A woman?" Orm asks inquisitively. "I only remember some sort of gigantic fish who tried to drag me under. Not a pleasant experience."

Posted: **Thu Jul 24, 2008 2:31 am**

Alrik shrugs. I don't know who you are talking about. I was knocked unsconcious right away so I didn't see anything.

Posted: **Thu Jul 24, 2008 2:47 pm**

"I know. I saw one of the whale beasts bringing you here. What I meant is, do you know any lore about such a woman?"

Posted: **Fri Jul 25, 2008 3:41 am**

Sigfurd, quiet until now, lowers his head.

I saw her too. Before the blackness took me. She had skin like a Skraeling. She ws so beautiful I thought she was a Valkrie bringing me to Valhalla.

The group stops to rest or will leave a few of the more out of breath Vikings behind.

Posted: **Fri Jul 25, 2008 5:43 am**

Alrik stops and leans over trying to catch his breath. He speaks between gasps at first before his breathing returns to normal. It sounds like Ran, or "the goddess of the drowned." She is a moody and sometimes treacherous goddess of the seas and waters. As well she is the wife of Aegir and collects the corpses of the drowned in a net. She is cruel and mainly lurks near treacherous rocks, luring ships to their doom. So a typical woman. Alrik barks a laugh whether or not anyone joins him.

Posted: **Fri Jul 25, 2008 6:36 pm**

Orm does not join into the laugh. Why were they brought here and not killed outright as the others? Too many troubling questions too few answers.

Posted: **Sat Jul 26, 2008 3:35 pm**

"If you're right, then maybe we truly are dead." Osvauld looks grim. "Has she no fingers on her hands?"

Posted: **Mon Jul 28, 2008 5:32 am**

Sigfurd shakes his head.

I remember her hands... She reached for me with bloody stumps. Not a finger nor a thumb on her hands if you could even call them that. If she wasn't so beautiful I'd have turned away. Ran is a foul creature. I've heard tales of her as beautiful as the moon... and as frightful as the seven seas itself. Your guess is as good as mine bard but if Ran did take us, then we have yet to reach Valhalla. Fuck and Piss I say. If we've to do battle with the Fenris wolf himself to earn our place at Odin's table.. I say so be it.

There's a short pause in the conversation as Sigfurd finishes his rant. The flapping of wings now growslouder. It couldn't be more than 20 feet up the winding stairs.

Torvog grunts, fear plain on his face.

Oh for Fucks Sake!

Posted: **Mon Jul 28, 2008 10:58 am**

Orm draws his sword. "What manner of winged creature is up there?" he queries. "A bird perhaps? I do not like this place. It chills me to the bones."

Posted: **Mon Jul 28, 2008 2:19 pm**

Osvauld also draws his swords. "Come, men. If it is set for us to battle and die, then we shall. But let us fight so that we win a place of honor at Odin's table."

Posted: **Mon Jul 28, 2008 2:23 pm**

Alrik pulls his bow and readies a spell.

Posted: **Mon Jul 28, 2008 7:11 pm**

Weoulf readies his long bow and takes a bead on where he thinks the sound of wings is coming from.

Posted: **Thu Jul 31, 2008 5:36 am**

All of the Vikings stand at the ready except for Berger who seems to be petting something imaginary on one of the lower steps. Torvog bumps him with his mace but the jailor can't distract the drunkard long enough to get his full attention.

The fluttering gets louder and louder until it finally rounds their corner. A large (but not abnormally large) Raven lands no more than 15 steps above the Viking party. It squawks once and tilts it's head curiously to the right, regarding the Vikings.

Posted: **Thu Jul 31, 2008 8:35 am**

"By Odin's one eye. Could that be Hugin or perhaps Munin?" Orm suggests.

Posted: **Tue Aug 05, 2008 1:06 am**

The whole world wide, every day,
fly Hugin and Munin;
I worry lest Hugin should fall in flight,
yet more I fear for Munin.

Alrik recites this from memory as it's written in the Grimnismal. Turning to those that wouldn't know he explains. Hugin and Munin travel the world bearing news and information they have collected to Odin. Hugin is "thought" and Munin is "memory". They are sent out at dawn to gather information and return in the evening. They perch on the god's shoulders and whisper the news into his ears. Turning to Orm he he continues. Chances are though that this is just a really big raven, although I don't think they would be native to a land as cold as this, and from what we've seen this appears to be a temple of Tyr not Odin.

Posted: **Wed Aug 13, 2008 1:58 pm**

"Mmm." Osvauld doesn't take his eyes off the bird. "We also had a raven on the boat, before it went down." He bows his head to the raven, and then hesitantly takes a step up the stairs.

Posted: **Thu Aug 14, 2008 4:31 pm**

"Perhaps we should feed it" Orm suggests. "It seems to be an intelligent creature. Nothing in this place is what it seems to be."

Posted: **Sat Aug 16, 2008 2:40 am**

The bird watches Osvald as it passes him and then turns to look back to Orm. It takes a few steps towards the party and Torvog nearly falls over dropping his mace on the stairs as it clings and clangs at least one flight down. Torvog turns and chases it and the group quickly loses sight of him as he winds his way down.

Ah Fuck!

Sigfurd laughs whole heartedly.

Feed it! An excellent idea brother!

He then pulls out a small piece of bread from his pack and tosses it to Orm.

Do you really think this to be one of the famed pheasants of Odin bard?

The Raven flaps his wings and sqwaks at Sigfurd seemingly upset for a bird.

Posted: **Sun Aug 17, 2008 9:26 am**

Orm rips a piece of the bread and tosses it towards the raven. This is a strange place where nothing really seems to be what it is, so it's best to be polite towards its inhabitants.

Posted: **Sun Aug 17, 2008 6:52 pm**

Weoulf lowers his bow but keeps the arrow flighted as he eyes the bird and the proceedings suspiciously.

Posted: **Mon Aug 18, 2008 10:15 pm**

The Raven approaches the bread and looks at Orm before he takes it into his beak. and quickly swallows it.

Sigfurd laughs out loud again.

I think he likes you Orm.

He then walks past the bird and follows Osvald.

C'mon old friend... There will be plenty more birds outside this cursed dungeon.

The Raven watches Sigfurd carefully as the young Viking squeezes past him but shows little fear. Then he looks back to Orm and in the strangest voice, the Raven speaks. It sounds like a man's voice at first and then changes to woman. Both sound like they are speaking under water; hollow and muffled.

I'll untie the wolf. Loki will reward us handsomely.

No don't. There's no way out!

Coward!

No! Wait!

Aaaaaaaaaaaagh!
Eeeeeeeeeeeeek!

The Raven shrieks in both male and female voices and then looks at Orm quizically. He takes another hop towards him, jerking his head awkwardsly to the side.

Posted: **Thu Aug 21, 2008 9:27 pm**

"What deviltry is this?" shouts Weoulf nervously, drawing his bow taut once more and aiming at the raven.

"Is this some sort of demon?"

He looks around at his companions, hoping Alrik will take the lead, "What say you, bard? Should I run it through with my swift arrows?"

There is a note of panic in his voice; the Viking is unsettled by this latest supernatural manifestation.

Posted: **Fri Aug 22, 2008 3:21 am**

"No! Don't shoot." At the sound of the voices, Osvauld turned and listened to the bird. Now he begins descending the stairs again. "I think it is mimicking voices it heard. We must go back down the stairs." He hurries back down the stairs they had laboriously climbed.

Posted: **Fri Aug 22, 2008 12:32 pm**

"I did not know that ravens could do that! This is indeed scary" Orm says as he follows Osvauld down the stairs.

Posted: **Fri Aug 22, 2008 2:26 pm**

It's mimicking the voices of the last people who went down the stairs. That is where the wolf is. I say we keep going back up the stairs to the room. I for one don't want to miss the warning that bird carries.

Posted: **Sat Aug 23, 2008 4:55 pm**

Osvauld pauses. "So you think the wolf was not successfully released? Or they untied him but he's still trapped in the room? It sounded like they met an unhappy end, but I hesitate to leave any chance of that wolf getting free."

Posted: **Sat Aug 23, 2008 5:11 pm**

Alrik looks at the men. Don't you see it. This is a trick of the gods to keep us going in circles for the rest or our lives. I think whoever or whatever runs this place was amused by us wandering down an endless path, and now that we've turned back to go somewhere we know exists it tempts us to turn around and continue with our folly.I for one won't fall for it. I say we continue back up to the door.

Posted: **Sat Aug 23, 2008 9:06 pm**

"I agree," says Weoulf, nodding, "we should not follow this bird of ill repute. Let us go back to the hall."

He keeps his bow trained on the bird and cautiously begins ascending the stairs again.

Posted: **Sun Aug 24, 2008 2:36 pm**

"Is it just me or didn't something happen to the two persons that the bird mimiced? They were screaming! Perhaps the wolf ate them or some other gruesome fate. I vote for leaving. Someone must have carried us here for some reason. Let's try to find that person before we go wolf hunting" Orm suggests.

Posted: **Mon Aug 25, 2008 12:49 am**

Osvauld nods. "Well then. Up the stairs it is."

Posted: **Tue Aug 26, 2008 2:11 am**

The Raven waits for the party to pass and then opens his mouth to speak.

The voices that come out of the Ravens mouth this time are much different. They are steeped in courage and charisma.

I will stay Balder and defeat Odin's wolf! He will not lay waste to another village!

No Tyr! This foe is beyond even us! Run!

Run!

Then the Raven sqwaks!

Run!

Run!

Run!

Posted: **Wed Aug 27, 2008 3:14 am**

Alrik nods to himself as he passes the Raven. This is one of the ravens that whispers in Odin's ear. He is memory. What it is saying is a repeat of Balder and Tyr's encounter with the Fenris wolf.. Even they knew that hey could not defeat it. They had to trick it and bind it with a magical silk cord. It's my guess that whoever brought us here is using this bird to warn us that peril lies at the end of the hall.

Posted: **Thu Aug 28, 2008 2:19 am**

Osvauld looks at the bard and nods. "Good." He continues up the stairs.

Posted: **Sun Aug 31, 2008 9:45 am**

Orm nods. "Sounds reasonable. Remind me to thank our rescuer. Could it be one of the gods perhaps? They have been known to walk Midgard. Especially Odin." He turns and follows the others upstairs.

Posted: **Mon Sep 01, 2008 11:14 pm**

The group suddenly stops dead in their tracks as Torvog's screams echoe up the stairs mixed in with low glutteral growling.

AAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! No... Please! Fuck No! Let go! AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Sigfurd turns and looks wide-eyed at Weoulf.

Torvog! What in Hel was that?

The Vikings hear a howl and the sound of tearing flesh fills the stairway. Torvog the jailor couldn't have been more than than three flights down. He'd fumbled for his mace and the awkward thing had bounced quite a ways down.

There is a moment of silence as the screaming comes to an abrupt halt and the sounds of bone breaking and crunching is all that can be heard.

The Raven takes flight...

I Said Run You Fools! Run!!! The Wolf's Hunger Cannot Be Sated!

Berger doesn't hesitate.

He pushes past Osvauld and takes the lead.. bounding clumsily up the stairs in his drunkeness.

Get the Fuck out of my way Assholes!

ooc- Give me your initiative and what you plan to do please. (1d10 +DEX)

Posted: **Tue Sep 02, 2008 8:14 pm**

DEX 17 + (1d10=9) = 26

"Let`s get out of here!" cries Weoulf, sheathing his arrow and running up the stairs.

Posted: **Wed Sep 03, 2008 2:40 pm**

ooc init 1d10 = 9 + 14 = 23

Alrik runs up the stairs.

Posted: **Thu Sep 04, 2008 2:40 pm**

Osvauld also charges up the stairs.

occ: init (1d10 11=19)

Posted: **Fri Sep 05, 2008 5:16 pm**

Knowing that he does not really want to die in a pointless way Orm follows the others up the stairs.

Initiative roll (1d10 14=20)

Posted: **Fri Sep 05, 2008 8:05 pm**

With all the talk of wolves and gods, Sigfurd scurries up the stairs keeping pace with Alrik.

oc- Intitiative 23.

Weoulf is cloearly in the lead, strides ahead of everyone. He blows by Berger and is the first to reach the top step and pass the threshold into Tyr's temple.
Berger is right behind him followed by Alrik, Sigfurd, Ormand finally Osvauld. They had long left Torvog behind and the howling continued until they neared the top steps. Now the only sound that could be hard was the heavy panting of tired weary Viking soldiers as they emptied into the temple.

Weoulf, in the lead came to rest on top of the largest rune for Tyr, scribed artistically into the floor. Alrik and Sigfurd soon came to a stop behind him.

The temple was now fully lit as the alcohol based fuel was fast ablaze and circled the entire perimeter of the temple. The door that had perplexed them earlier remained closed ahead of them as did the door to their right. There had been a breeze coming from that direction earlier but had subsided.

To their left stood a tall statue of Tyr lit brightly by the fire. His missing arm now dripped with blood onto the hard stone blocks.

ooc - Osvauld Listen roll and your actions.

ooc- Everyone else please tell me what you do for the first fifteen seconds or so.

Posted: **Sat Sep 06, 2008 3:05 am**

Weoulf runs across the room to the large rune in the centre of the floor and takes up position, arrow ready in his bow, behind a pillar there.

Whatever comes up those stairs, I`ll not go down without a fight!

Posted: **Mon Sep 08, 2008 3:10 am**

Osvauld, put at the back by chance, decides to accept fate and turns to see if anything had followed them up the stairs, his sword ready.

listen (40, I think) (1d100=30)

Posted: **Mon Sep 08, 2008 6:12 pm**

Orm feeling ill at ease draws his sword and readies his shield. He would have liked to say that he did not fear anything but that raven had spooked him.

OOC: I do not know why, but it seems as our GM has begun using my real name instead of Orm.

Posted: **Mon Sep 08, 2008 7:23 pm**

ooc- So sorry Henrik. It's cuz Henrik sounds like such a cool Viking name!

I'll post as as soon as we hear from Alrik!

Posted: **Tue Sep 09, 2008 3:27 am**

Alrik continues to run towards the locked door and shouts over his shoulder. Quickly, follow me. Once he reaches the door he starts to chant.

if I see in a tree
a corpse from a halter hanging,
such spells I write, and paint in runes,
that the being descends and speaks.

Posted: **Tue Sep 09, 2008 11:45 pm**

As Alrik finishes each line to Odin's song for the rune of Tyr, a series of loud unclamping and grinding noises sound through the temple.

Osvauld, lagging slightly behind, turns around to see a massive hulking shape, matted in fur and wreaking of death, come bounding up the stairs.
Torvog's lifeless body seems like a toothpick in the beast's mouth and he spits him onto the floor at Osvauld feet with a crack as Torvog the Jailer's spine cracks in half leaving a twisted snarl on his half eaten face.
As the light of the wall fire burns all around them, the Vikings can see that it is indeed a wolf like none they had ever seen before.

Ten feet tall the creature stood, it's saliva pooling on the cold stone floor like puddles in the rain. The Beast had his eyes fixed on Osvauld as it stalks ever slowly forward. Weoulf, Sigfurd and Orm seemed momentarily paralyzed with fear as their human instincts told them the beast will pounce at the slightest movement. Then as they all had feared, the Fenris wolf spoke!

Odin spawn! You think I will be tricked twice? And by the likes of you?

As Alrik sings the last verse of the song, the door bearing the rune of Tyr hisses open, a powerful blackness behind it. What little light that touches the inner chamber of Tyr's temple glints with the promise of gold.

ooc- Sanity check 1/1d6+1

ooc- actions please!!

Posted: **Wed Sep 10, 2008 12:48 pm**

san check (at 80) (1d100=33)

Osvauld judges the muscular legs of the Wolf, and the distance across the courtyard.

"A coward believes he will ever live
if he keep him safe from strife:
but old age leaves him not long in peace
though spears may spare his life.

Go, men. I'll see you in Valhalla."

He stands, sword raised high, and waits for the Wolf to make his move.

Posted: **Wed Sep 10, 2008 2:10 pm**

Alrik calls from the other side of the door. Don't be fools. Not even the gods could match the wolf. This door is closing right now either be behind it or be dead. Alrik recites the chant again that will close the door.

Posted: **Wed Sep 10, 2008 9:54 pm**

ooc - SAN 55 (1d100=16), loses 1 SAN

Weoulf decides to heed the Bard`s advice and turns and sprints towards the doors.

"Come, Osvauld! `Tis madness to face the beast!"

Posted: **Wed Sep 10, 2008 10:17 pm**

"I have dreamt of the day that I die and meet my love in the halls of Valhalla, but this is not that day! You will not escape beast!" With those defiant words, Orm throws himself against the door opening.

San Check (1d100=45) Orm loses 1 San.

Posted: **Wed Sep 10, 2008 10:19 pm**

DSIGFUSS wrote:ooc- So sorry Henrik. It's cuz Henrik sounds like such a cool Viking name!
I'll post as as soon as we hear from Alrik!

Well, the name is Germanic. Personally I think that Orm is so much cooler (for those that does not know, it means Snake!)

Posted: **Thu Sep 11, 2008 11:03 pm**

The massive balck wolf lunges at Osvauld as Weoulf ,Orm and Sigfurd race behind the dimlit door. Berger, however, turns East and hurries towards the statue of Tyr.

Hold the door bard! I'll be right back!

As Weoulf, Sigfurd and Orm enter the chamber they are overwhelmed by the beauty of the room. There is very little light, but the scattered tornchlight carries due to the heavy piles of gold scattered about the floor. Above the sea of gold coin covering the floor is a block of solid Black Shale fixed with a giant metal ring. A chain dangles from the ring to the golden covered floor. It seems obvious to that someone or something was being held here, chained to the giant steel ring.

Alrik continues his slow melodious chant and the door contracts slightly with the first of a four line stanza having been sung.

A coward believes he will ever live

At the end of the chain is a length of thin material. (green and speckled with runes and pictograms)

At the end of eastern most end of the anti-chamber is a tall sarcophogus lying flat on the floor; gold coin and jewels piled high around it, nearly covering the extravagent coffin. Paintings and runes carved on the wall tell the tale of the Viking God Tyr sacrificing his hand so he could bind the wolf Fenrir with the silken ribbon the gods named Gleipnir.

Resting on the Sarcophagus is a spear dipped in gold and speckled with emeralds.

There is no exit other than the one they came through.

Posted: **Thu Sep 11, 2008 11:11 pm**

The wolf crashes into Osvauld as the Viking lietenant raises his shield. He swears he can already hear the uproarious applause, echoing through the halls of Valhalla.

Munin, the Raven caws out!

Forever will Odin sing the courage of Osvauld! Osvauld! Osvauld!

The great black wolf presses hard, pushing Osvauld back put the Viking digs his feet into the stone floor, desperately searching for some sort of footing before he is thrown aside and torn limb from limb by the Fenris Wolf.

I will feast on your marrow Child!

ooc - roll a strike and a very important parry Osvauld
ooc - everyone else... actions

Posted: **Thu Sep 11, 2008 11:24 pm**

Weoulf looses a volley of arrows at the wolf.

ooc - not sure how often he can fire; have rolled three times, just disregard any excess.
Longbow 75% (1d100=48, 1d100=100, 1d100=64)

Posted: **Fri Sep 12, 2008 1:45 pm**

Osvauld has no attention left to see if his men have successfully reached safety; all he knows is the snarling of The Wolf. Taking firm grip of sword and shield, he makes this fight worth it, as it may be his last.

strike and parry (75) (1d100=41, 1d100=52)

Posted: **Fri Sep 12, 2008 6:00 pm**

Orm sees the spear and gets an idea. Could it be? He tries to grab the spear.

OOC:Is it throwable like a javelin? I have certain suspicions about this spear...

Posted: **Sat Sep 13, 2008 12:42 am**

Orm grasps the golden spear in his hand and all his suspicions are made true. He now holds the mighty Gungnir...

Images of the past flood uncontrolably through the Viking's mind...
It is nearly too much for Orm to bare.

Odin on his throne whispering to his ravens to find a suitable resting place for Gungnir... a place where the spear will wait impatiently for the coming of the Ragnarok.

Held by ordinary men to whom Odin thought it amusing to place the spear in their grasp. driving them mad with power... longing to return to its rightful master. Always finding it's way home to him....

Found long ago and given to Odin by Tyr, Norse god of Justice as he passes on the throne of the sky to his Viking Lord.

The memories dig deeper into Orm's mind and become increasingly dificult and painful to understand.

Held by the Valkries.... The face of Orm's beloved holding firm to Gungnir, delivering the souls of the fallen to the halls of Valhalla... This image stays with Orm for a time as his wife rides through the fires of Nifelhelm, on top a giant winged steed, holding the spear high...

To the dwarves.. who had taken a spear from a simpler folk... forged it anew as a gift to the gods.

Back to its creation... to the lands of ice and snow... A Skraeling had roped it... His son had held it..... Never for war.. but for the hunt... To its people Gungnir would do no harm.

ooc- Sanity check! 5/1d10 +5

Posted: **Sat Sep 13, 2008 12:54 am**

Weolf loosed his first arrow and it suck effortlessly into the backside of the Fenris wolf. He paid it no mind as he continued his blood lustful advance on Osvauld. As Weoulf stretched back his second arrow, his string snapped in two... the thin wire lashing back at his face leaving a nasty scar.

Osvauld dug his sword deep into the Wolf's chest. Blood poured from the fresh wound like a river as he pulled his sword free. The wound then suddenly stopped bleeding, as soon as the steel left the wolf's thick fur. Osvauld had been in enough battles, killed enough men to know that something was wrong. It would take many blows to bring this creature down.

The noble Viking, however, was buying his kinsmen time and doing a good job of it.

The Fenris wolf snapped at Osvauld's throat. The sound of the great beasts jaws closing was not unlike a hammer to an anvil. It rung through Osvauld's ears. Osvauld raised his shield and the wolf's jaws snapped short. The weight of the beast knocked him back.

ooc- Weoulf actions...

ooc- Osvauld (damage from last attack 1d8 +1d4) Plus roll attack, parry, damage for next round. Also please roll a DEX x4 to stay on your feet.

Posted: **Sat Sep 13, 2008 12:55 am**

Alrik continue his song... He completed the second line as the door squeeled and hissed, moving a few more inches closed.

a corpse from a halter hanging,

Posted: **Sat Sep 13, 2008 8:37 pm**

Osvauld did not expect this fight to be easy; in fact, it is probably impossible for him to defeat this beast. He grits his teeth and keeps fighting.

ooc: last round of damage was 10. failed DEX roll. successful attack and parry, if those still count. damage (if inflicted) is 10. attack, parry (75), DEXx4=44 (1d100=31, 1d100=16, 1d100=51), damage from last round and for new round (1d8 1d4=10, 1d8 1d4=10)

Posted: **Sat Sep 13, 2008 11:44 pm**

All images in his head and Orm tries to hold on to himself and his identity, but this is a weapon crafted for Gods, not for mortal men. How can he Orm wield Gungnir?

Orm's first San Check! (1d100=59) Pass the check, but -5 San then!

I guess this is needed:

Idea roll (1d100=4) I pass that as well!

Posted: **Mon Sep 15, 2008 10:49 pm**

ooc - OK Orm! Roll 1d10.

Posted: **Wed Sep 17, 2008 2:53 pm**

Pick your insanity! (1d10=9)

OOC:Ha ha ha! Strange or deviant eating desires! Give me your worst dear keeper!

Posted: **Fri Sep 19, 2008 12:27 am**

Weoulf, keeled over from the bow strap to the face, fumbles for a moment while Alrik begins the third line of Tyr's song.(of 4).

but old age leaves him not long in peace

The door to the chmaber grinds aginst the stone floor closing another foot. One more line and the door will be closed, trapping all those outside it with the Fenris Wolf.

The Wolf advances on Osvauld, his jaws snapping ferociously. Osvauld manages to raise his shield keeping the massive wolf-god's teeth from finsing it's mark. From the corner of his eye he spots Berger racing to the door holding his helm in both hands. Liquid splashes all about the big lummox as he drunkenly squeezes through the quickly fading space in the door.

Osvauld cuts the wolf's ear and more blood drips down on his face. This just seems to enrage the beast who growls and taunts the Viking with every foul breath.

I can smell your piss Viking! Are you afraid to die alone? I will lap the blood from your own steel. I will feast on your spine!

Berger smiles at Alrik and raises his helm to some invisible party goer and takes another healthy swig of strong smelling alcohol.

Made it! Slurp! Slurp! Huff Huff! Huff! Slurp! Slurp!

Orm seems in a daze.. holding Gungnir firmly in both hands.

The Raven flies high to the top of the pillars calling feverishly to Osvauld. The bird seems almost panicked.

Osvauld! Osvauld! Osvauld! To Osvauld! Valhalla welcomes you!

ooc- The door will be closed after Alrik finishes the fourth and final line to Tyr's song! (At the end of the next round)

ooc- Osvauld. I will need your actions. All strike and parry is at -10% because you are still prone. If you try to get up you will either have to give up your strike or your parry unless you roll a DEX x3.

Posted: **Fri Sep 19, 2008 1:34 pm**

Osvauld seems to become more calm as he lets fate take over. "Our final journey is always alone. I fear nothing."

He attempts to rise, but can't manage to do so. Because of his falter he misses his chance to strike the Beast again, but brings is sword up in time to block the next advance of the Wolf.

Posted: **Mon Sep 22, 2008 8:15 pm**

"Berger!" Orm shouts. "Do you have any more of that foul-smelling piss you call beer? We've got to some wolf hunting to do! But first I need a drink!" Orm moves towards the first source of beer can he find. He is the a look of frenzy in his eyes, like that of the fabled berserkers.

Posted: **Wed Sep 24, 2008 5:32 am**

Berger tries to pull the helmet full of sweet smelling spirits from Orm. The two wrestle for a moment and Orm gets a taste... as the alcohol hits his lips he feels a an overwhelming sense of satisified relief. Not the same thing a drunk might feel, but instead a beggar gone without food for days, finally offered a crumb.

Berger finally let's go of his Helm and Orm begins to drain it... drinking like a man pulled from the desert.

Fine! Fuck your mother Orm! Take it! There's plenty in this place. I've had me fill anyhow....

Sigfurd, now torch in hand, fumbles amongst the gold coins for another weapon, soon to find out that they are everywhere. He reaches for a spear, buried half in gold and pulls it free. He doesn't have time to notice the runes carved up the length of the shaft or the giant saphire forming a tip at the spear's head. Nor could he even tell that the spear's entire length was trimmed with silver and sparkled in the torchlight as he quickly launches it at the hulking Black Wolf; Osvauld struggling beneath it. The sear flies through the air and strikes it's mark, burying itself deep into the shoulder of the wolf. The wolf rolls off Osvauld as the door begins to make its final movement.

though spears may spare his life.

Then as Alrik finishes the song of Tyr, the door to the chamber slams shut, trapping Orm, Sigfurd, Berger, Weoulf and Alrik inside the chamber and leaving Osvauld outside... with the Fenris Wolf.

Sigfurd calls out to his captain..

Osvauld! Noooooo....

but is silenced as the seal to the chamber closes tight.

Posted: **Wed Sep 24, 2008 5:52 am**

The Fenris wolf leaps at the door as it closes snapping ferociously and scratching at the hinges to no effect. He then turns back to Osvauld as he gets to his feet. He circles the Viking warrior as he taunts him.

Your friends have abondoned you Viking... Do you think to best me with that? For centuries I have waited for my father's Our reunion will bathe this world in fire and blood!

Munin flies high over head chanting Osvauld's name over and over... A breeze blows through the temple from the eastern most door.

Osvauld! Osvauld! Osvauld!

ooc - Osvauld what do you do? Roll idea as well...

Posted: **Wed Sep 24, 2008 2:26 pm**

ooc - sorry, can't post right now, gotta run idea (80) (1d100=15)

Posted: **Thu Sep 25, 2008 1:52 am**

"My men are waiting their own turns for entrance into Valhalla. I won't lose here, beast, no matter the outcome. You cannot say the same." Osvauld drops his sword and dives for the spear that sticks from the Wolf's side.

Posted: **Thu Sep 25, 2008 2:36 pm**

Alrik stares at the door for a while before turning to the other men. Ok men we are locked in here and the wolf is out there. We need to find another way out. start searching.

ooc can you describe the room again. maybe a map if you have time.

Posted: **Thu Sep 25, 2008 7:43 pm**

Sigfurd lights up a torch and the light instantly fills the room, bouncing off the gold coins, like moonlight over a still pond.
Not a spot of stone can be seen peeking through the gold. As the Vikings move around to get their bearings, the gold coins and jewelry shuffles pleasantly beneath their feet. The Vikings could get used to this... If this tomb wasn't their prsion as well.

Sigfurd moves his torch around the chamber.

To the East lies a long Sarcophagus where Orm had previously removed the spear Gungnir. The Sacophagus remains closed and runes of all sizes and description cover paintings and murals of the god Tyr's adventures.

Weapons litter the walls, some hanging and other leaning. Some half buried or fully for all the Viking knew, beneath the piles of gold coin. There is enough treasure of significance in this room to wage war on all of Europe. The weapons all seem fit for the gods, masterworks fitted with jewels so big, they seem wasted on a sword. They belonged on crowns or resting on chains between a princess' supple royal cleavage. Shields dressed in the same manor rested on walls and covered corners with their girth.

Directly across the chamber door was a raised slab 15 ft long and 6 ft wide. Carved from Black Shale and atop it was fixed an imposing steel ring. Lying lose on the slab was a long thing piece of silk with golden runes sewn into the elegant fabric.

Posted: **Thu Sep 25, 2008 8:08 pm**

Orm tries to get back to his senses. He still craves mead and the intoxication, but he tries to get his wits back.

OOC: I guess I dropped Gungnir? Where did it go? Is it in the chamber?

Posted: **Fri Sep 26, 2008 7:07 am**

ooc- Gungnir is still on the floor inside the chamber. You didn't make it far past the booze.

Osvauld reachesfor the spear but the Fenris Wolf turns quickly to the side and brings his whole body to bear on the Viking captain. The spear remains tightly lodged in the wolf's backside as he lunges for Osvauld.

ooc - roll dodge or take the hit (if he hits) and go for the spear again. Dex x4 now.

Posted: **Fri Sep 26, 2008 12:56 pm**

Osvauld lets the beast come, hoping it will bring his hand closer to the spear.

ooc - DEXx4 (44) (1d100=18)

Posted: **Mon Sep 29, 2008 8:05 pm**

Orm who still has a craving for beer examines the piece of silk. Is this the cord which fettered Fenrisulfr?

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