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After the funeral pyre and the feast honoring the dead. The clan's chieftain called Olev and seven other warriors to discuss their plan on attacking the raiders. After a hour debate it was decided that they would attack this day. They slowly made their out of the clan's home. They were heavily armed a assortment of spears, axes and swords as well as Olev's dog: spirit. The marched for a good thirty minutes. The only sounds heard were the sounds of soft talking, the breaking of leaves and sticks and the soft crunching of snow, that had fallen earlier that day. Their talking was about what they planned on doing when they got back. Some planned on drinking mead, others planned on being with their wives, some planned on hunting.

They were only ten minutes from where the raiders base was supposed to be when they heard to gunshots no far off. "Rifle. West less then a kilometer from here." Olev said. The raiding party went from a brisk walk to a slow job. As they neared were the gunshots went off Olev could see a man aiming a rifle a where two dead beasts lay. 'Hmm maybe he was ambushed.' Olev thought.
Spirit; Olev's dog had her hackles raised. There were two more beasts nearby. She could smell them. Olev noticed his dog and how she was ready to attack. "There is more beast nearby." Olev said. He looked very carefull and saw that there were two more hiding in wait one was closer to them then the other. "Einar come here." Olev said. A small man who was carrying a spear came forward "Yes Huskarl?" He asked. " When the two beasts are taken out. Form a shield wall protecting us from the man there." Olev said. "Ay Huskarl. Shall I tell the men to draw weapons?" Einar asked. "Yes do so. And once they are drawn charge them farthest beast." Olev said. With that he silently drew his sword.

Spirit was tense ready to pounce. His men where ready to charge. They knew their plan. With a ferocious war cry Olev and his mean charged. Olev and spirit went after the nearest beast. Spirit arrived first. When she was less then a meter away she jumped and landed on the beasts back biting at it. Olev arrived next, when he was close enough spirit fell off. Olev slammed his shield into the beast causing it to fall over. By this time Spirit was back up and went for the beast throat, killing it. Once that was done Olev noticed his men had already killed their beast and had formed a shield wall protecting them from the rifleman. Olev jogged over to them. "Einar if he shoots we kill him, no mercy. Let me talk to him first." Olev said. Einar nodded his head. Olev walked in front of the shield wall. In his language which is a mix of Estonian and Finnish two languages that are very similar he spoke. " Hello friend. Who might you be?" He asked.

(Damian you can pick and choose what you want to understand)

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note for my posts they are going to be a few hours behind everyone. My newest posts should be on the same times as everyone else
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Olev sheathed his sword. He took a look around the carnage. He saw the bodies of two of his own men. They had been killed by a group of raiders that lived nearby. Olev's clan had been for year trying to route them from this area. Sadly it has proved ineffective. They always managed to evade them. But this year they wouldn't. In the most recent skirmish his clan had managed to capture and subdue two of their warriors. With these two POW's they would be able to find out where their base of operation was, either the easy was or the hard way.

"Take the two! Make sure they are bound right and double check them for anything they would use to escape. Loot of the deads items. Take all clothes, food, weapons. Whatever might be of use." He shouted out. He pointed to two women. "Prepare a burial. We've lost two of our own." The women nodded and ran off to tell the chieftain about the loss and the need for a burial.
Olev walked to the two warriors who had fallen. These two men had died honorably. They would have a spot reserved for them in Shoyla's hall. (Shoyla is their God of gods he is the ruler of the gods. Similar to Odin.). He and another one of his men moved both of the bodies back to the village they had earned the fire. The two would be burnt with what they died wearing as well as their axes. Their sword and anything else would be repurposed.

After they are burnt they clan would hold a small celebration in their name. The burning wouldn't be until tonight. He would have time first to visit the prisoners.

Olev walked into the repurposed barn that was made into their jail. "Where are the prisoners?" He said in his language. The guards pointed to the two cells. "Are they going to be executed or slaved?" The older guard asked. " first they are going to tell us where the head quarters is. After that it depends. Ole walked into the jail cell and took out the younger of the two and dragged him into a separate room. " I will be examining this one." He called to the guards.

"Wake up!" He harshly said to the prisoner while throwing a bucket of cold water on him. The prion see jolted awake. He looked are confused as to why he was bound. " welcome to my clans home. Where you decided to attack. You will tell me where your base is. If you don't." Oleg says as he pulls out a heavy saex ( it a very heavy knife. Could be classified as a short sword.) and stabs into the wood. " this is what will happen." The prisoner jumps a little he knew the might and ferociousness of these warriors. He honestly didn't want to die. He was forced into banditry so he didn't hold much loyalty to them. "Look I really don't want to hurt you. In fact if you tell me where it is you'll be allowed to live. You'll serve my clan as a slave for four years. Then you'll be allowed to live among us and one of us. " Olev said. Olev knew that most people took the opportunity to live.

The raider nodded his head. He would talk. He didn't want to die he was only 17. " They are in a small cave two kilometers from here. The entrance is covered by two car doors. Once inside you can easily kill them. They won't expect a attack. There should be at most eight others there. You managed to kill most of us here. " the kid raider said. Olev smiled. " thank you" Olev walked out of the room and motioned for the guards. " take him into a separate room. "Kill the older one. The young one gets to be slaved. Prepare the razor." Olev said. With that he went to the chieftain and told him they would prepare a groups of 8 men to attack. Olev would lead it. But for now he would attend the burial and the feast.

(Note if you are slaved you have to serve four years then you are free to live among them. All crimes forgiven. If you are male you have a single testicle removed to lower the chance of birth. For woman they are allowed to only have one child. If they are slaved. If they have more the child is killed unless the mother wants to leave the clan.)

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Hey Damiann did you get my message I sent it to you earlier

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Any idea when first post will be up?

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Name: Olev Pääsuke

Age: 27

Nationality: Estonian

Gender: Male

Area of birth: Estonia, woods off the border of Russia

Immunity: yes

Profession: Warrior caste, Sub caste: Huskarl (means he is a veteran warrior among his people and a person to look to for guidance)

Items: He wears a leather tunic which servers as his armor as well, seen in his picture. His boots are made of leather. His shield is a round shield with a iron ball in the middle. For weapons he uses a bow among his people the draw force is about 90-100 pounds, his is about 100), he has a iron axe which he uses for cutting trees and other misc activities, for combat he has a double edged steel sword which is about 95 cm. He also has a small knife he uses for cutting small object, skinning animals. At times he can be seen wearing a fur cloak to keep warm.

Languages: His language is a mix of Estonian and Finnish. easily understandable by Finns.

Personality: Olev is one of the few people among his clan to believe that they should search for other people and expand. He is a progressive among his people. He can be seen as a radical. But even still his clan values strength and bravery as well as intelligence. Among his people he is respected as a leader for he ways of fighting. To outsiders he may seem cold and harsh. But to his people he his loved, the people adore him.

Brief Bio: Olev was born into the clan Yngling many a moon ago. His fathers fathers father would be one of the founding members of the clan. For that he is respected. At a young age he was taught the art of fighting with a sword, a axe, bow and arrow, as well as with a knife or a shield. He was trained to be one of the best warriors. By the time he was twenty he was by far one of the best warriors in his clan. During a festival were his clan chooses its best warrior he placed second losing to his friend that would later die by fighting raiders. He lost his friend during the spear competition. He has lead many battles against raiders and people wanting to do harm to his clan. On his home life he likes to farm and hunt. His clans farm are generally very small and are used to supplement during the summer. Hunting though would be his favorite thing he loves the feeling of the hunt and chase. When he is home he tends to his wife Ysolda and son Peetar.

His Clan: Yngling is the name of his clan. His people are known for being warriors and have been known for producing the best warriors among drifters and others. His clan numbers about 20-30 depending on the time of the year. His people are also semi-nomadic they have several permanent areas where they live. After each year the clan moves to the next place of residence. Special notes about his clan. They were founded by viking enthusiasts. So thanks to them his people have become 'modern day vikings'. His clan also has the ability to forge weapons and armor for its warriors. The clan has a single blacksmith and a single apprentice, they are the most protected people in the clan for if they are lost the clan loses its ability to fight. The clan also has a small amount of firearms; mainly bolt actions, revolvers and breech loading guns, each gun has about 15-20 rounds for it. The only time they are used is if there is a giant or raiders. His people also have a single mage the first in a long time. He is used as a healer and protector. Also at the age of 40-50 the clans old men and woman teach as much as they can before they go off to fight one last battle which is generally to the death. This way the resources aren't being used on the old and the clan is safe for the time being.

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His Pet
Name: Spirit
Age: 6
Breed: Mutt
Immunity: yes
Profession: War dog
Language: Dog
Personality: Spirit is a very playful and happy dog. She is full of curiosity and wonder. Though in times of fighting she takes a very aggressive stance and protects her owner and all cost. When it comes to cats she knows their value and is quite friendly to them and playful.


Alright here's to hoping this guy is good to go. It's taken me about 3 piss breaks, 1 meal, 2 snacks and four hours to complete it.

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I would like to reserve a spot for the second cleanser. I will fill a app out after work.