The journey as hoped (or perhaps dreaded for the boredom) was quite uneventful. After sticking pullets deep into his ears he was able to more or less get the snoring out of his head, although he made sure to write of it in his little Dammaz Kron. Such a Grudge demanded just a little grumbling and perhaps a shove but he felt the more lethal methods of settling it were not required. [i]Yet.[/i]

A dream of [i]her[/i] and how it all changed was upon him, the sound of the jezzails firing coming in his dream at the same time that his door was forced upon by the umgi. Perhaps the man would be surprised to have Brokk roll over Dwarf handgun in hand and eye in the sight but then he lowered it realising he was much too tall for a ratman. The Dwarf wiped sweat off of his brow and raised a finger to show "one moment" as he relaxed from the dream upon the bed. A few moments later he pivoted and jumped off the bed with a thud as the stumpy legs hit the floor. 

He ran to the deck and sighed as he was the longboat. He had only dealt with worshippers of chaos in the form of beastmen but he had heard tales of the norsemen. The Grudge of the Dawi who had gone to Kislev was still remembered by many. Brokk roared with a small beat on his chest. He went to the railing upon the side and kneeled taking aim as he looked through the scope upon his Thrund. He waited a few moments before aiming, needing to accustom to the waves just a little first. Then, he moved the sight upon the Longboat. He searched for the largest of the Norscans not knowing how to distinguish a leader. "Khazukan!" [i]Aim.[/i] "Khazakit!" [i]Prime.[/i] "Ha!" he said, before pulling the trigger. He knew the meticulous loading of earlier would be useful, although nearly all loading by a Dwarf was of the meticulous variety. He pulled out the rod to clean the weapon when he turned to hear a scream and... "Oh." the Dwarf muttered as he noticed the young lad hop over the boat. At least he wasn't daft enough to jump just like that, securing himself first. He cursed under his breath, wedging his handkerchief into his weapon's barrel to keep the water out and running over to the railing. The bearded head popped over curiously and grinned at the sight. "You alright chums?" he asked, bracing a leg against the railing to make sure he was not to fall over in case of sudden movements of the vessel. He put a hairy and scarred hand on the rope, ready to reel the two in when the girl was caught by the Bretonnian. He had to admit, the lad was quite the hero. Most would focus on the certainty of saving their own hides from the oncoming raiders, but this kid had hope and sympathy, and now that he was in the water empathy too.