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Vuurvos
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I'm still God.
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If we are marked to die, we are enough
To do our country loss; and if to live,
The fewer men, the greater share of honour.
God’s will! I pray thee, wish not one man more.
By Jove, I am not covetous for gold,
Nor care I who doth feed upon my cost;
It yearns me not if men my garments wear;
Such outward things dwell not in my desires;
But if it be a sin to covet honour,
I am the most offending soul alive.
No, faith, my coz, wish not a man from England.
God’s peace! I would not lose so great an honour
As one man more, methinks, would share from me
For the best hope I have. O, do not wish one more!
Rather proclaim it, Westmoreland, through my host,
That he which hath no stomach to this fight,
Let him depart. His passport shall be made,
And crowns for convoy put into his purse.
We would not die in that man’s company
That fears his fellowship to die with us.
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Yes ma'am. Though I'd like Aevar's intro before I do anything and preferably the CS's too.
Nah, he's not really catching up, just walking the same way and if they meet up so be it. But she left earlier, and I doubt she's so slow he could be there in a minute?
Fits the setting, be happy I didn't make it start snowing (my original intention, but I figured the change would be too sudden.) Also the thing is I can't really start anything interesting unless we have all posted once, and the CS's are finished. I don't want people dropping in in the middle of a plot-session thing.
Audrunar watched as Erika moved off into the forest again. Her stay with the group was short and Audrunar had half a mind that she was leaving the group to be alone. Faen was standing in the river, doing what seemed like nothing. Audrunar sighed and sat down on a bendy treestump, overlooking the group that was left, paying short notion to Faen in the distance and keeping an eye on him. Alva was rummaging through her pack, something Audrunar had seen her do a lot during this trek. While many of them had nothing more than a few tools, these two insisted on carrying around traveling packs the size of mountains. When Jonrik inquired to Alva's troubles she answered that they had no flint, to which Audrunar responded with a short, silent “pssh.” Some smith he was. Can't even start a fire if he had to. And the look Alva shot at Audrunar wasn't appreciated either as it made him feel like he had somehow been responsible for a flint.
Audrunar stood up from the stump and grabbed Jonrik's arm when he tried to get away to get firewood. He delved into his pockets and took his own flint, then lightly threw it towards Alva. “Keep it. A smith has more need for it than I do.” He smiled at Alva, forcing him to forget her look at him earlier. It had been a long day, and he might be misinterpreting the whole look she gave him. After seeing to it that she would take the flint and stash it somewhere, Audrunar gripped Jonrik's arm tighter and guided him closer to the edge of the forest, stopping him there and bending his head closer to Jonrik so he could hear Audrunar when he would speak more silent.
“We need a place to sleep, Jonrik. I ask you to do this, not me, because Alva is your wife.” It would be rather unclear where Audrunar was going with this, but he continued. “... just because people got exiled with us doesn't mean they are one of us.” Audrunar looked into the distance, where Faen was whistling to himself and trying to catch a fish. “I'm not sure about him. Do you know what they called him? The Lokison, cunning and deceiving.” After that he looked at Alva, noting the shortsword she had. “A shortsword at day doesn't protect against a knife in the dark.” He would release Jonrik's arm and slap his shoulder, then move in the trail that Erika took, hoping to catch up with her while he would go and collect firewood.
It was also pretty clear that Audrunar wasn't sure about the Lokison. He was all for equal chances and a new start - but this guy had a certain reputation. He was smart, clever, knew all sorts of tricks and gimmicks. But at the same time, this man could use all that against the group. So Audrunar wasn't sure where to put this guy. His mind clouded with thoughts about the group, he snapped back to reality when he realized that he should probably come back with some firewood. So he bent through his knees and started grabbing wood. But just as he bent over, he heard the clouds split and noticed the rain starting to fall all around him. Just as he was going to look up, he heard the crackle of thunder. The Gods were angry, tonight. All he could say was “.. deer shit.”
Audrunar stood up from the stump and grabbed Jonrik's arm when he tried to get away to get firewood. He delved into his pockets and took his own flint, then lightly threw it towards Alva. “Keep it. A smith has more need for it than I do.” He smiled at Alva, forcing him to forget her look at him earlier. It had been a long day, and he might be misinterpreting the whole look she gave him. After seeing to it that she would take the flint and stash it somewhere, Audrunar gripped Jonrik's arm tighter and guided him closer to the edge of the forest, stopping him there and bending his head closer to Jonrik so he could hear Audrunar when he would speak more silent.
“We need a place to sleep, Jonrik. I ask you to do this, not me, because Alva is your wife.” It would be rather unclear where Audrunar was going with this, but he continued. “... just because people got exiled with us doesn't mean they are one of us.” Audrunar looked into the distance, where Faen was whistling to himself and trying to catch a fish. “I'm not sure about him. Do you know what they called him? The Lokison, cunning and deceiving.” After that he looked at Alva, noting the shortsword she had. “A shortsword at day doesn't protect against a knife in the dark.” He would release Jonrik's arm and slap his shoulder, then move in the trail that Erika took, hoping to catch up with her while he would go and collect firewood.
It was also pretty clear that Audrunar wasn't sure about the Lokison. He was all for equal chances and a new start - but this guy had a certain reputation. He was smart, clever, knew all sorts of tricks and gimmicks. But at the same time, this man could use all that against the group. So Audrunar wasn't sure where to put this guy. His mind clouded with thoughts about the group, he snapped back to reality when he realized that he should probably come back with some firewood. So he bent through his knees and started grabbing wood. But just as he bent over, he heard the clouds split and noticed the rain starting to fall all around him. Just as he was going to look up, he heard the crackle of thunder. The Gods were angry, tonight. All he could say was “.. deer shit.”
Writing a response now. If everyone could get a post in ASAP, that would be enjoyable. Still waiting on them new CS's too.
Yeah, ofcourse they had flints. :P
I should read my psychology, so I'll go do that while waiting for your post!
What, 4 hours and no IC post? New record! C'mon guys, feel free to post.
Okay, I opened the IC. Anyone still working on CS's, please hurry. You can still join later, but you'll have to find a way to write them into the story if you are too late.
A day after their exile, the group finds themselves trodding further and further away from their old homes. Family, friends, rivals, everything was left behind and nothing but the equipment in their hands and the clothes on their backs were taken with them. None the less the group walked on. What else was there to do? The gods themselves had seen fit to let this group be exiled. And it was up to them to earn back the right to Valhalla.
“It's a test.”Audrunar spoke with a soft voice, moreso to himself than anyone else, but something in his voice sounded like he meant for them to hear. He looked up from his feet and spoke again. “It has to be a test. We have done nothing wrong. Odin must be testing us. For Valhalla, you see?” Audrunar tried to talk sense into the jarl's decision, but it was a god forsaken task. It was clear that even Audrunar didn't believe what he was saying. And if the fact that they were exiled wasn't enough, they were also lost. Someone in the group had said that they should travel west, inlands, to get away from the coast where bad men lurked and roamed. The decision was quickly made, in the midst of the hectical experience of being exiled. Nobody had thought of a place to go, nobody had cared enough to set out a destination.
Not that it mattered where they went, a group of exiles was easy to spot. The fact that they carried little more than some rag-tag items, and a smithee and his wife carrying some tonnes of equipment, that all said enough. These people were not just travellers, they were pisspoor and looked the part, too. Audrunar looked in front of him, watching the entire group. What were these people? What was the great plan Odin had made for them? And why them? Audrunar shook his head, annoyed at the headache he was giving himself. “Just keep walking,” Once again, he spoke to himself, having no former friends in the group to speak to. “... just keep walking. That's all there is.”
His boots stepped through the muddy deer-trail that they were following. It was very silent in the group, and only the occasional crow cawwing broke this silence. It reminded Audrunar of the very first battle he had with this warband. After the fight, they were picking the spoils of battle, and often had to shoo away the crows, picking at the bodies, picking at the dead men their eyeballs, fingers and what else.. yet somehow, the circling of these crows over the battlefield had a nice touch to it - it was almost calming to see that at long last the battle had died down, to hear the crows cawwing and flying, waiting for the warriors to claim their spoils. But it was clear there had been no battle here, and that these crows were just mocking the group travelling. But then, the silence was broken once more. Not by a crow, but by the sound of water running slowly, clashing against the soil.
Audrunar let out a sigh. The water meant that it was time for them to set up camp for the night, to eat and drink together and sit at a fire - something he and the others desperately needed and wanted. However, there was tension in the air and everyone could feel it, smell it.. almost taste it. There were a few decisions that had to be made, and none of them really wanted to discuss it. Never the less.. in order to survive, it was necessary. And Audrunar was certain one of them would step up and try to become the leader of the group, as was expected.
The group came to a stop and looked at eachother, Audrunar being the last in line to arrive. He looked around at the group and sighed. How would they ever survive? This was a question probably entering the heads of the entire group now, something undeniably demoralizing. Audrunar sat down in the grass near the edge of the water and looked out over it, trying to see if there was any activity on the other shoreline of the river. Atleast, as far as he could see, as the reeds blocked his view mostly. However nothing caught his eye. “I don't see anyone there. I think we should be fine. What's next? Anyone got any suggestions?” The question was aimed at the group in general.. what would they do next?
“It's a test.”Audrunar spoke with a soft voice, moreso to himself than anyone else, but something in his voice sounded like he meant for them to hear. He looked up from his feet and spoke again. “It has to be a test. We have done nothing wrong. Odin must be testing us. For Valhalla, you see?” Audrunar tried to talk sense into the jarl's decision, but it was a god forsaken task. It was clear that even Audrunar didn't believe what he was saying. And if the fact that they were exiled wasn't enough, they were also lost. Someone in the group had said that they should travel west, inlands, to get away from the coast where bad men lurked and roamed. The decision was quickly made, in the midst of the hectical experience of being exiled. Nobody had thought of a place to go, nobody had cared enough to set out a destination.
Not that it mattered where they went, a group of exiles was easy to spot. The fact that they carried little more than some rag-tag items, and a smithee and his wife carrying some tonnes of equipment, that all said enough. These people were not just travellers, they were pisspoor and looked the part, too. Audrunar looked in front of him, watching the entire group. What were these people? What was the great plan Odin had made for them? And why them? Audrunar shook his head, annoyed at the headache he was giving himself. “Just keep walking,” Once again, he spoke to himself, having no former friends in the group to speak to. “... just keep walking. That's all there is.”
His boots stepped through the muddy deer-trail that they were following. It was very silent in the group, and only the occasional crow cawwing broke this silence. It reminded Audrunar of the very first battle he had with this warband. After the fight, they were picking the spoils of battle, and often had to shoo away the crows, picking at the bodies, picking at the dead men their eyeballs, fingers and what else.. yet somehow, the circling of these crows over the battlefield had a nice touch to it - it was almost calming to see that at long last the battle had died down, to hear the crows cawwing and flying, waiting for the warriors to claim their spoils. But it was clear there had been no battle here, and that these crows were just mocking the group travelling. But then, the silence was broken once more. Not by a crow, but by the sound of water running slowly, clashing against the soil.
Audrunar let out a sigh. The water meant that it was time for them to set up camp for the night, to eat and drink together and sit at a fire - something he and the others desperately needed and wanted. However, there was tension in the air and everyone could feel it, smell it.. almost taste it. There were a few decisions that had to be made, and none of them really wanted to discuss it. Never the less.. in order to survive, it was necessary. And Audrunar was certain one of them would step up and try to become the leader of the group, as was expected.
The group came to a stop and looked at eachother, Audrunar being the last in line to arrive. He looked around at the group and sighed. How would they ever survive? This was a question probably entering the heads of the entire group now, something undeniably demoralizing. Audrunar sat down in the grass near the edge of the water and looked out over it, trying to see if there was any activity on the other shoreline of the river. Atleast, as far as he could see, as the reeds blocked his view mostly. However nothing caught his eye. “I don't see anyone there. I think we should be fine. What's next? Anyone got any suggestions?” The question was aimed at the group in general.. what would they do next?
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