Emma
Herin Farensun
Vikingar Encampment

Herin looked at the red glob Kolga spat onto the floor, then back at her. Dagstygg was clearly the brains of this operation.
"Kolga, leave us. I have something to discuss which is only for Dagstygg's ears." 

Herin didn't truly know how far he could trust Dagstygg, the vikingar chief seemed to have his own goals that didn't exactly run parallel to Herin's, but an alliance without any trust was doomed to crumble. Letting Dagstygg know at least part of his plans would ensure he didn't accidentally hamper Herin's grand designs with mindless raids or ill-planned attacks. 

Turning to address Dagstygg, Herin spoke to the Jarl in a far calmer tone than he had used with Kolga. "You talk of scuttling ships Dagstygg, but what if we could scuttle not just one, but a hundred? Herin looked down at the map of the Isles that lay on the table between them, putting a finger on a large island to the north. "Tardide Isle, surrounded by the sunken wrecks of a thousand failed conquerors. I plan to stride across their bones and burn it to the ground, would you be by my side?"
Dustin
Dagstygg Jarl
Vikingar encampment

"This is a good prospect. My Drengir (Warriors) stand ready. Lead and we will follow"

He speaks as he walks out of the tent, all around, most of the warriors were busy sharpening blades, eating what was plundered in small groups and speaking in the Norð tunga (Northern tongue), or tending injuries from Kolga's raid.

The ships were in otherwhise good condition, ready to sail and scraped of barnacles to reduce drag. Dagstygg handed a man the map, and pointed to the wayfinder. The man would then rush off to speak with them.
Emma
Herin Farensun
Vikingar Encampment

Before Dagstygg could leave the tent, Herin placed a hand on his shoulder, holding him back.
"Are you insane? I don't plan to do that today! By the Tide Barer, do you have a death wish?!"

Herin shook his head. These people were truly insane, no sense of strategy or scale about them. Dagstygg had only heard of Tardide Isle but a few seconds ago, and was already trying to start a doomed raid on it. How these people survived for all these years was beyond him.
"Tardide Isles has broken more powerful men than you a hundred times before. We must prepare first, that's why I gave Kolga that map."

"On that map were marked places that support Tardide Isles with supplies, food and soldiers. We take them out, and Tardide Isle weakens."
Of course, it would also send a signal to Maith that someone was planning an attack, but Dagstygg didn't need to know that. Herin's plan counted on Maith dispatching a fleet to protect his most cherished shipyard, but the more of his plan he kept secret, the better at this stage. 
"Patience, Dagstygg, it will be rewarded."
Dustin
Dagstygg Jarl
Vikingar camp

"*Of course* I did not mean today! I may be a man of war but i'm not a fool."

The jarl would slump back against a tree and exhale. He had been at work most of the day finalizing the camp with his clan. His hand slid over to a large bag next to him and grab a loaf of bread. And would simply begin eating the entire thing like a bread stick.
Emma
Herin Farensun
Vikingar Encampment

Herin sighed, he had his work cut out for him here, but hopefully it would pay off in the end. Life was a gamble, so he could only hope his bet on Dagstygg would bear fruit. 
"I must be off Dagstygg, but I'll leave you with some advice, from one leader of men to another."

Herin gestured to the mass of assembled Vikingar in the camp, the warriors sharpening blades, the workers and smiths standing over their benches and anvils, and the blood-soaked raiders gathered around his sister.
"These are your people, you are their Jarl. You all now stand in a strange land with few allies, they need a strong leader more than ever."

With that, Herin began the walk back to his ship. A storm was coming, and he hoped to leave before it hit. Spending a night with these savages was not something he wished to do in this lifetime or any other.