<div class="floatright">(http://i1300.photobucket.com/albums/ag94/Autocad-E/sample_1a1bece3fd897c8139538268bfb9e96d_zpsnqlpbmpe.jpg)</div>Character: Barbara Snowmane (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=246599.msg12206066#msg12206066)<br/>NPC: Kors Sieverson<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Kors Sieverson</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div class="floatright">(https://images.bigcartel.com/bigcartel/product_images/167728588/max_h-1000+max_w-1000/Space_Viking-lores-v1.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Kors Sieverson<br/><strong>Gender</strong>: Male<br/><strong>Race</strong>: Human,  Norscyr<br/><strong>Racial Description</strong>:  Born of a savage world, the Durnkish raiders introduced Norscyr to dimensional divide travel to have a reliable pool of raiders to recruit from who would have a general idea of how the place worked.  They've been viking with the Durnkish ever since.<br/><br/><strong>Backstory</strong>:  When he isn't out reaving Kors enjoys long walks on the deck of his Myst Skimmer and keel hauling Vigilance Ostium lubbers.<br/><br/>WS  |  BS  |  S  |  T  |  Ag  |  Int  |  WP  |  Fel<br/>46   |  23   | 31 | 46 |  24  |  32   |  32   |  25<br/><br/><strong>Wounds</strong>: 15<br/><strong>Insanity Points</strong>: 3<br/><br/><strong>Inventory</strong>:  3 Quicktab™ cans of Mead, Flying Companion (+10 Int checks to scout)<br/><strong>Equipped</strong>: AP 3 Torso, AP 1 Limbs, AP 2 Head<br/><span class="bbc_u">Norsykr Runeblade</span>: SB+1+d10, [Impact: 2d10 take greater]<br/><br/><span class="bbc_u">Unique Attributes</span><br/><strong>Everything Not Nailed Down</strong>!  May make a Fellowship +20 check to have his men make off with all available loot.<br/><strong>Natural Climber</strong>:  Rope and sheer cliff alike are home to this manling's grubby mitts.  He gets a free re-roll on all climbing checks.<br/></div></div><br/>Location: The red square two units to the bottom left of Tau Ceti camp<br/><br/><hr/><br/>"DOOOOOH VAAAAAH KIIIIIN!"<br/><br/>The Durnkish Raiders made their presence known with their traditional battle cry from the deck of the Myst Skimmer class vessel skimming the jungle treetops! Zip lines were tossed over the sides of the ship as it hovered over the designated insertion point, just outside the reach of any potential anti-aircraft weaponry on the Vigilance walls around their camps.<br/><br/>While the raiders prepared to rappel down from their vessel, two figures leaped off the prow of the ship, gravity be damned! In front was a tall beautiful woman in shining armor and white fur mantle, shimmery teal hair fanning out behind her as she skydived without a parachute!<br/><br/>"Last one down is a rotten sasquatch egg!" She called out behind her to the horned-helmeted and bearded viking-like raider following close behind, who in turn had his winged monkey following him.<br/><br/>The woman brought her glowing sword out in front of her just before she landed. Its point hit the ground first, sending out a shockwave in all directions around her that tossed the unlucky Xorians caught within the blast like so many ragdolls. Sticking a perfect three-point landing, she sprang to her feet, her generous bosom jiggling despite the adequate support of her corset-like armor. "My name is Barbara Snowmane of Hrothar!" She cried out in challenge. "Who dares come and feel Icebrand's winter bite!"<br/><br/>Barbara moved like a blizzard blur, cleaving through the opposing Xorian soldiers like a cold steel scythe reaping its way through the autumn harvest. "Snowmane! Remember what we're here for! Don't get carried away!" Sieverson roared.<br/><br/>"I know, old man! But I'll not have these rat at our backs if I can help it!" Barbara shouted back, as she kicked an ice sculpture - that had formerly been a Xorian soldier before a blow with the flat of Icebrand flash-froze him - with the stiletto heel of her boot, shattering it into a hundred glimmering pieces.