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I WILL be getting back to this - I've been at work non-stop the past three weeks but the manager is back so I should have some time off now.
Awesome posts guys. I'm going to hold off and leave Walrus and Roadrash to get their pieces in; Wilfred is somewhat a bystander and Robbie is... removed from the scene for now.
Healing House, Harald
The small group of survivors, for that was what they were: few and having barely escaped with their lives, eyed Harald with a mixture of distrust and hope. Those loyal to Ragnar he could pick out instantly, whether they openly declare it or not, by their glares and the barely concealed contempt for his presence. As the group parted before the Thegn and his men Harald spotted his former possessions, the giant Saxon who was holding the girl he had enjoyed the day before in his arms and the Pict who also sat with a small, blood covered girl before him who would not stop her infuriating screaming.
"You've come to aid us I take it?" The seidrmadr's question had Harald's lips curling up in a half smirk half snarl on instinct.
"It looks as if the gods no longer favour you, which is ill news for us all." Harald replied loudly, deliberately undermining Vigi's power; he may not have sided with the Ragnar family overtly but Harald could see the allegiance forming already. Ignoring them he walked forwards, between Haakon and Vigi, pretending the former did not exist, and eyed the bulging door in mild amusement.
"The only way to rid us of them safely is to fire the building." Without the need for a direct order, Harald's men walked implacably forward, ignoring any protests until they were in range and threw their lit torches in a high arc to land atop the Healing House. Within seconds the flames grew taller as the roof caught easily, any dampness burning out quickly until the flames were roaring.
"We will sacrifice these monsters to Hel, so that she may keep their twisted souls safely in her domain where they belong!" Harald cried to the crowd before stepping away from the blaze. He nodded at Robbie and the little girl and two of his men approached, one of them hauling the Pict roughly to his feet and the other picking up the girl tentatively. Already his other men moved to block the path anyone who might protest as the girl was brought to him.
"She has a bite mark." His man said which Harald repeated to the crowd who reacted as expected, retreating fearfully from the soon-to-be-monster.
"She must join the others of her kind or else we will all fall prey to her once she has become one of them!" Murmurs of agreement came from the crowd; her family had already been lost in the Healing House and no one would accept the charge of a child who might turn into a Draugr before long. Robbie struggled, kicking and screaming as the girl was taken towards the flames. The door was kicked in and she was thrown in. Draugr began to rush out but were pushed back by waiting guards while more dragged boxes and barrels into the path to block their way out.
"She was not bitten, I checked!" Robbie yelled, finally wriggling free of his captor and dashing forwards, past the shocked crowd and surprised guards, and leapt over the makeshift barrier into the flames.
The small group of survivors, for that was what they were: few and having barely escaped with their lives, eyed Harald with a mixture of distrust and hope. Those loyal to Ragnar he could pick out instantly, whether they openly declare it or not, by their glares and the barely concealed contempt for his presence. As the group parted before the Thegn and his men Harald spotted his former possessions, the giant Saxon who was holding the girl he had enjoyed the day before in his arms and the Pict who also sat with a small, blood covered girl before him who would not stop her infuriating screaming.
"You've come to aid us I take it?" The seidrmadr's question had Harald's lips curling up in a half smirk half snarl on instinct.
"It looks as if the gods no longer favour you, which is ill news for us all." Harald replied loudly, deliberately undermining Vigi's power; he may not have sided with the Ragnar family overtly but Harald could see the allegiance forming already. Ignoring them he walked forwards, between Haakon and Vigi, pretending the former did not exist, and eyed the bulging door in mild amusement.
"The only way to rid us of them safely is to fire the building." Without the need for a direct order, Harald's men walked implacably forward, ignoring any protests until they were in range and threw their lit torches in a high arc to land atop the Healing House. Within seconds the flames grew taller as the roof caught easily, any dampness burning out quickly until the flames were roaring.
"We will sacrifice these monsters to Hel, so that she may keep their twisted souls safely in her domain where they belong!" Harald cried to the crowd before stepping away from the blaze. He nodded at Robbie and the little girl and two of his men approached, one of them hauling the Pict roughly to his feet and the other picking up the girl tentatively. Already his other men moved to block the path anyone who might protest as the girl was brought to him.
"She has a bite mark." His man said which Harald repeated to the crowd who reacted as expected, retreating fearfully from the soon-to-be-monster.
"She must join the others of her kind or else we will all fall prey to her once she has become one of them!" Murmurs of agreement came from the crowd; her family had already been lost in the Healing House and no one would accept the charge of a child who might turn into a Draugr before long. Robbie struggled, kicking and screaming as the girl was taken towards the flames. The door was kicked in and she was thrown in. Draugr began to rush out but were pushed back by waiting guards while more dragged boxes and barrels into the path to block their way out.
"She was not bitten, I checked!" Robbie yelled, finally wriggling free of his captor and dashing forwards, past the shocked crowd and surprised guards, and leapt over the makeshift barrier into the flames.
No worries, saves me the trouble of getting him out.
Awesome posts guys!
EDIT: Hope that's okay, I took the liberty for Harald to prove himself ruthless and 'resolve' the Draugr issue.
Awesome posts guys!
EDIT: Hope that's okay, I took the liberty for Harald to prove himself ruthless and 'resolve' the Draugr issue.
Sorry, I will be back to you soon (hopefully tonight).
Healing House
"I'll try." Wilfred murmured to Anndrais as he passed the monk, noticing the skill with which he wielded a bow. Thankfully the girl was slight, barely a burden in one arm let alone two for the giant Saxon as he pressed through the mayhem without apparent care for anything in his way. Between them the monk and Faolan kept the Draugr away from him but it was clear that more in the house were turning as they retreated and their escape route became more tenuous by the second.
"Come, quickly. Lest we be trapped in here for good and afterwards." Wilfred growled over the noise just as one of the deceased looked up from the mangled corpse of their former loved one at Wilfred and his charge, a base hunger the only expression on their grisly face and dark eyes. The creature, for they could no longer be called human, leapt at him but the Saxon approached fearlessly and backhanded the deceased, his clenched fist nearly the size of its skull. Before it could regain any semblance of balance Wilfred wrapped his hand around its head, carefully avoiding the mouth as only moments before the pagan priest had called out his warning, and dragged the kick and struggling corpse to the door where a stouter log formed the frame. The Draugr's head split open like an egg shell after being smashed against the post thrice and Wilfred let the near-headless creature drop to the floor.
"Out!" He called before he ducked out, making sure that Tora was secure and safe in his arms. A crowd was gathering outside, drawn by the screams and inhuman cries of hunger from inside the Healing House. Over their heads, Wilfred's immense size allowed him to see an approaching column of well-organised and armoured men, all carrying torches with a grim-looking Harald at their head.
"The damn imp."
Robbie stumbled, his wounded body not obeying him as he avoided combat but try as he might he simply could not keep up with the retreating party. More than once he had nearly fallen prey to the Draugr only to be rescued by an arrow sent from God Almighty, via Anndrais, or by a brief struggle which sent the creature off in search of weaker prey. A still smoldering log was in his hand, an effective weapon for bludgeoning the head of one of the undead which seemed to be the most effective manner to truly dispatch them.
He could ignore the cries of those around him, there was no help to be found here and every one of them had to fight for their own survival; but the cries of a helpless child who was unable to protect herself stopped the Pict in his limping retreat. Not understanding the language made little difference to him, the tone was enough to inform him, making Robbie turn back and grab the helpless child before their deceased parents could descend upon him and reunite them.
"God Damned Devilspawn!" The Pict growled as he pounded at them with his makeshift club while retreating with the small child, no more than five years of age, clutched in one arm. "First the Saxons and now Satan himself. No rest for wicked Pict."
"I'll try." Wilfred murmured to Anndrais as he passed the monk, noticing the skill with which he wielded a bow. Thankfully the girl was slight, barely a burden in one arm let alone two for the giant Saxon as he pressed through the mayhem without apparent care for anything in his way. Between them the monk and Faolan kept the Draugr away from him but it was clear that more in the house were turning as they retreated and their escape route became more tenuous by the second.
"Come, quickly. Lest we be trapped in here for good and afterwards." Wilfred growled over the noise just as one of the deceased looked up from the mangled corpse of their former loved one at Wilfred and his charge, a base hunger the only expression on their grisly face and dark eyes. The creature, for they could no longer be called human, leapt at him but the Saxon approached fearlessly and backhanded the deceased, his clenched fist nearly the size of its skull. Before it could regain any semblance of balance Wilfred wrapped his hand around its head, carefully avoiding the mouth as only moments before the pagan priest had called out his warning, and dragged the kick and struggling corpse to the door where a stouter log formed the frame. The Draugr's head split open like an egg shell after being smashed against the post thrice and Wilfred let the near-headless creature drop to the floor.
"Out!" He called before he ducked out, making sure that Tora was secure and safe in his arms. A crowd was gathering outside, drawn by the screams and inhuman cries of hunger from inside the Healing House. Over their heads, Wilfred's immense size allowed him to see an approaching column of well-organised and armoured men, all carrying torches with a grim-looking Harald at their head.
"The damn imp."
Robbie stumbled, his wounded body not obeying him as he avoided combat but try as he might he simply could not keep up with the retreating party. More than once he had nearly fallen prey to the Draugr only to be rescued by an arrow sent from God Almighty, via Anndrais, or by a brief struggle which sent the creature off in search of weaker prey. A still smoldering log was in his hand, an effective weapon for bludgeoning the head of one of the undead which seemed to be the most effective manner to truly dispatch them.
He could ignore the cries of those around him, there was no help to be found here and every one of them had to fight for their own survival; but the cries of a helpless child who was unable to protect herself stopped the Pict in his limping retreat. Not understanding the language made little difference to him, the tone was enough to inform him, making Robbie turn back and grab the helpless child before their deceased parents could descend upon him and reunite them.
"God Damned Devilspawn!" The Pict growled as he pounded at them with his makeshift club while retreating with the small child, no more than five years of age, clutched in one arm. "First the Saxons and now Satan himself. No rest for wicked Pict."
Lurvely posts! I'll have one up for the giant soon-ish.
Apologies for the shortness, one step at a time <.<.
You're all going to start loving Harald now. *Chuckles*
You're all going to start loving Harald now. *Chuckles*
((Apologies for the long wait! Healing House))
Wilfred awoke at the crack of dawn, even before the few animals in Trelleborg announced the rising of the sun with their activities and cries for food. His habit of rising early came from his time as a priest, waking early to see to his small church's needs and preparing the sacraments for his flock. Here, however, he had no flock to see to and it was just as well; he was in no condition to be rushing about the usual business of his former life. Instead he lay still on the thin bed of furs and straw provided to him, enjoying the brief rest he was allowed, he suspected his new masters would have him at work before long whether he was injured or not; there simply were not enough people in the fort for the near-able bodies to stay with the injured.
"Ye snore like a bleedin' mountain goat." Came the waking groan from the redheaded Pict on his left who still lay flat on his stomach. The bright glaring bruises he had been given the day before were retreating now to dull black marks all across his skin but at least looked less like the angry, shiny welts that had been covering him before.
"You're no sleeping angel yourself." Wilfred growled back, slowly raising himself off the ground with his trunk like arms before pulling his knees into his chest so that he was crouching; the entire movement avoiding the use of his back muscles as much as possible. The wreckage of the skin there ached dully now with a fiery itch setting into place but he dismissed the urge to scratch and pick at the wound; he knew enough of healing not to be a fool.
Their brief moment was stolen by the anguished cries of a woman, drawing their attention to the scene where Vigi stood over the corpse of her husband, weapon dripping black blood. Both the Pict and the Saxon recognised the colour and shared a look before the larger man helped the redhead to stand, moving away from the potential Draugr. Wilfred look down at Tora, still in the place next to him, and her guardian angel.
"Come, we must go. Help me with her." He spoke to Anndrais, kneeling down to gather the girl up.
"Where is the thegn? I have news! It cannot wait."
"Watch your damn mouth, boy. I'll decide whether it can wait or not."
"The Healing House, there are Draugr there!" This last part of the exchange was spoken in a hushed whisper but still carried to the true monster residing inside the longhouse. Within moments Harald, bare chested, appeared in the doorway.
"Get some men together and light torches, we'll purge all the sick and wounded before they kill us all." He strode back inside to begin strapping on some light armour.
How many of damned Ragnar's family will be too close to the flames, I wonder."
Wilfred awoke at the crack of dawn, even before the few animals in Trelleborg announced the rising of the sun with their activities and cries for food. His habit of rising early came from his time as a priest, waking early to see to his small church's needs and preparing the sacraments for his flock. Here, however, he had no flock to see to and it was just as well; he was in no condition to be rushing about the usual business of his former life. Instead he lay still on the thin bed of furs and straw provided to him, enjoying the brief rest he was allowed, he suspected his new masters would have him at work before long whether he was injured or not; there simply were not enough people in the fort for the near-able bodies to stay with the injured.
"Ye snore like a bleedin' mountain goat." Came the waking groan from the redheaded Pict on his left who still lay flat on his stomach. The bright glaring bruises he had been given the day before were retreating now to dull black marks all across his skin but at least looked less like the angry, shiny welts that had been covering him before.
"You're no sleeping angel yourself." Wilfred growled back, slowly raising himself off the ground with his trunk like arms before pulling his knees into his chest so that he was crouching; the entire movement avoiding the use of his back muscles as much as possible. The wreckage of the skin there ached dully now with a fiery itch setting into place but he dismissed the urge to scratch and pick at the wound; he knew enough of healing not to be a fool.
Their brief moment was stolen by the anguished cries of a woman, drawing their attention to the scene where Vigi stood over the corpse of her husband, weapon dripping black blood. Both the Pict and the Saxon recognised the colour and shared a look before the larger man helped the redhead to stand, moving away from the potential Draugr. Wilfred look down at Tora, still in the place next to him, and her guardian angel.
"Come, we must go. Help me with her." He spoke to Anndrais, kneeling down to gather the girl up.
"Where is the thegn? I have news! It cannot wait."
"Watch your damn mouth, boy. I'll decide whether it can wait or not."
"The Healing House, there are Draugr there!" This last part of the exchange was spoken in a hushed whisper but still carried to the true monster residing inside the longhouse. Within moments Harald, bare chested, appeared in the doorway.
"Get some men together and light torches, we'll purge all the sick and wounded before they kill us all." He strode back inside to begin strapping on some light armour.
How many of damned Ragnar's family will be too close to the flames, I wonder."
Sorry guys, ended up walking to work (two hour walk, circa 8 miles) and back again today so wasn't in a mental space to put pen the paper (so to speak). Tomorrow's a more normal day for me (still work but at least the buses will be running) so I should have something up between 18:00 and 19:00 GMT.
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