Valhalla Fallen [IC]
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				Title: <strong>Valhalla Fallen [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MiraMirror</strong> on <strong>22-11-2014, 07:20:09</strong>
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				"Listen now, children of the generation born anew, as I tell a tale of a band of heroes from a land long-since vanished, yet conquerors of lands far beyond, the very same realm of the gods themselves!&nbsp; It is said that it all began in the kingdom of olden times, Inand...the Kingdom of Harvests.&nbsp; A prince disgraced by the very same kingdom he served faithfully, a wandering ex-mercenary in desperate pursuit of his parents...A Jarl disgraced, her kingdom long-since overtaken by the cursed undead...The beautiful daughter of a disappointed lord, surviving on little more than memories and remnants of her lost lover, and a lone wolf spirit, blending into human society for his own gain and experience...A swindling fortuneteller convinced of his own powers even when those around doubt him, a heathen witch long since shunned from society, and of course, The Valkyries Three...With the Outsider's blessing, this odd group of individuals came together and journeyed across the realms themselves in search of the Sisters- The Angel of Mercy, sleeping amidst the reeds and harvests.&nbsp; Fate's Severer, encased in winds of freezing ice and doubt... and the third,&nbsp; plagued with self-loathing, hidden in the great mountains themselves. It was here that The Outsider made itself known, before being blinked out in the very same instant."<br><br>"And then what happened, Lady Storyteller?!"<br><br>"All in good time, child, all in good time. For now, let us start from the beginning, and tell this tale long-since obscured by the fogs of history and time..."<br>-----------------------------------------------------------------------<br>(http://i.imgur.com/V8WqfN5.jpg)<br><br>"It's a beautiful night, don't you think?"<br><br>"Shut up."<br><br>"Aw come on, I know you're still sour about what happened, but there's no point in sulking about it all the time..."<br><br>"Shut <em>up.</em>"<br><br>"You know, maybe if you didn't act so mean, people wouldn't avoid you like the plague, and you could get a boy-OW!"<br><br>"How many times have I told you since we departed to silence yourself?"<br><br>"Let's see...well, that makes eighty-two...eighty-five if you count the three times before we escaped."<br><br>"...Why are you following me, again?"<br><br>"Well, you looked lonely and bored...Well, you kind of always like that, I gues-Okay, okay, I'll stop!"<br><br>"It should be close...I can feel it."<br><br>"Feel what, your strangeness? You never tell me anything, you know? Almost makes a man feel unloved!"<br><br><strong><em>"Shut UP."</em></strong><br><br>Two figures walked together through a field of grass, droplets of water and the moonlight working together to practically illuminate the scene, like something out of a fairy tale.&nbsp; Where they were heading, nobody but the pair themselves knew.<br><br><br>Meanwhile, a fair distance away from the duo, an oddity was ready to occur, a twist of Fate, so to speak...A meeting that should never have happened, and yet, against all rules and laws, was.&nbsp; This is where our would-be heroes would meet, though they themselves did not know it yet.&nbsp; <br><br><em>A moonlit night in the outlying fields of Inand, the Kingdom of Harvests, with the moon serving as a guide for those brave souls...Yes, this is where our story begins.</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Valhalla Fallen [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Angie</strong> on <strong>22-11-2014, 07:35:19</strong>
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				"I should make camp for the night." Dawn said to herself, her voice carrying on the currents of the wind. She shook her head. What reason was there to stop now? She could travel through a little of the night. Find a place to drop her bedroll whenever she got tired. Where was she heading, anyway? Somewhere. Anywhere away from home. Away from those...things.<br><br>Tonight was beautiful. Back home, she would often see the Northern Lights-her father said they were made by the Valkyries calling noble souls to Valhalla. She didn't know if she believed that, but it was always a fine story to accompany a beautiful night sky. She strode across the field, shield in hand, keeping her eyes on the skies as she walks.<br><br>She spies two others also traveling the fields, and coming towards her. While curious, she unconsciously lays her right hand on her sword's hilt as she walks forward, unsure of the intent this pair have... 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Valhalla Fallen [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Verasaille</strong> on <strong>22-11-2014, 09:28:35</strong>
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				It was indeed a beautiful sight for Hilde, her horse kept trying to snag a mouthful of grass. The time must be near to make camp. She had traveled all day and this was a nice spot. Her eyes, though weary, spotted figures ahead. She hesitated and Frost immediately took the opportunity to grab more of the dew kissed grass. As if to tell her, "Dang it I am hungry!"<br><br>She watched them traverse the field and seem to come together. Perhaps it was chance or Fate that led her here, but she might allow herself to rest with company this night. If any of them had ale or mead so much the better. Hilde needed something to slake her thirst. She pulled Frost's head up and urged him forward.<br><br>"Let's see who these fine folks are, then if it is prudent you can graze. I should set up camp anyway." she rode forward at a walk. Not pushing Frost any faster as they neared the others. Sometimes a charging horse made people nervous. Her shortbow at her side was ready to pull forth and for once she had a full quiver of arrows.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Valhalla Fallen [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>22-11-2014, 18:33:21</strong>
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				Night came. It came quite some time ago, and when it came, the half-elf decided to settle down for the evening. He went off to the sides, out in the margins of the field; out of sight, out of mind. He constructed a small, elaborate fire pit that he had learned during his campaigning days as a mercenary. Two holes in the ground, a small tunnel to connect them, proper fuel layered in the right way, and a ring of stones. The end result was a fire that produced no visible smoke, and which shed light in only one direction; out and away from the area that soon seemed to be oddly populated.<br><br>His tent, and his other traveling gear were all set up, close by the fire, but not too close.&nbsp; He watched the surroundings with a wary eye; one always had to be on the look out. Bandits, undead, land owners that didn't take kindly to 'vagabonds'. Well, his alertness keyed him into the presence of the others, and he became curious. <br><br>He activated the rune of illusions with a small murmuring of the Elven language. He knew only a handful of words, and they were keyed to the tattoos of the runes on him.&nbsp; Color left his body; left his clothes, left his spear. He blended, like a chameleon, and began his slow approach towards the people he saw. He'd keep his distance for now, observe them, listen; then decide whether to reveal himself or to slink off into the night.<br><br>They might notice his movement, like the heat mirage over a hot fire, if they paid close enough attention to it. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Valhalla Fallen [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Izaya Orihara</strong> on <strong>23-11-2014, 02:18:34</strong>
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				Whilst others were in need of flames or moonlight to illuminate the darkened grassland plains, Þjóstúlfr was as ever, more than capable of seeing his surroundings in the darkness. The moon's rays that did shine down, caused his own unusual green eyes to glint oddly, a trait generally not exhibited by normal humans. Currently in human form, in partial plate and lamellar armour padded with fur, he chose to ride atop a horse, the creature only around eight years old, but already used to Þjóstúlfr, and therefore calm despite the fact that it was around a decidedly dangerous wolf in human form. Many creatures, such as dogs, livestock, and the like, often tended to be rather wary around Þjóstúlfr even in his current form, sometimes attacking, sometimes fleeing, or alternatively sticking to careful observation. <br><br>A faint breeze came in from distant lands, the breeze making the grey hair that belied his youthful countenance, move a little, as well as carrying to the Jötunn, the scents of many a living thing to his sharp nose. That, of course, included the scent of multiple humans, including one whose smell seemed mingled with that of Elf-kind, though as he advanced, his eyes had a little more trouble locking on to the exact location of that one. <br><br>Curious as to their nature, and what an encounter with these mortals might bring about, Þjóstúlfr deigned to investigate further. Even if any of the humans were hostile, he was confident enough in his own capabilities. The wolf had been hunting, or learning to, since he was a pup, in a time long forgotten. Unlike humans, he did not pay particular attention to the passing of many years, and could not accurately estimate his own age, even if he could remember the entirety of that which he had experienced so far. Þjóstúlfr knew that many human lives had been and gone since he was a newborn, many places now naught but dust, but that was probably as far as his concept of it went. Refocusing his thoughts, the wolf turned them to the humans, and one mysterious half-human, that would soon come to notice his encroaching presence upon horseback...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Valhalla Fallen [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caehlim</strong> on <strong>23-11-2014, 03:57:10</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i425.photobucket.com/albums/pp340/daggeroflath/MarcusHedbrandh_zps7517f62e.jpg)<br><div align="center"><strong>Saga</strong></div></div><br>"Snotra," Saga said, addressing both the frozen air and the goddess of wisdom, "I really should have known better than thinking that I could reach the town before nightfall. I should learn to listen to you more, I'm sorry about that." He staggered forwards, leading his horse Leki rather than trying to ride through the thick snow drifts he had found himself in. Despite the layers of blankets beneath his horse's saddle, he knew it was far too cold a night for the horse and he would need to find shelter and warmth before pressing on. He looked up towards the moon, "Mani, you're looking very handsome tonight. Please keep shining brightly, I'd be lost here without you."<br><br>His legs were feeling frozen and stiff, walking was a struggle, so without much energy to spare he left the gods in peace and just put all his attention into placing one foot after another. Everything changed though when he saw figures in the distance. Where there were people there would be a camp nearby with shelter and a fire for warmth. The thrill of a chance to rest after his long walk filled him with energy again and the prospect of a hot meal, assuming he could persuade whoever that was to share, made him move as quickly as his horse could follow. "Thankyou Ullr for your blessings." he called out into the cold night and rushed forwards.<br><br>As he got closer Saga could see four figures, not quite standing together but all seeming to approach like bands of travelers meeting at a crossroads. He wondered why people would be meeting so far from anywhere in the midst of the night, but would not pass up the chance to find a camp this night. He walked closer, still leading his horse, until he thought they would be close enough to hear him. Then he called out in a loud steady voice, "Greetings travelers. Blessings of the gods upon you all."<br><br>He didn't need to make any attempt to look peaceful, besides the belt knife that he kept as a useful tool and a small wood-axe and bow on his horse for surviving in the wild, he was not traveling armed. Saga had no violence within him and it was clear from his appearance that he was no warrior. He continued his approach so that they could speak further without shouting across the fields to one another.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Valhalla Fallen [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>selfexiled</strong> on <strong>23-11-2014, 04:24:29</strong>
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				It was late, later than Durien was usually out walking after his shift ended, and after stopping a moment and looking around he was much further out too. He was not prepared for the coming night, it gets warm in the mine with all the work and the bodies he didn't feel the cold until now. There was still snow in the northern end of the field, though it was all hard to acknowledge when you looked up and saw the clear night sky each star shining brightly as if it was the only one in the sky. The crisp air added to the mystique of the moment... voices. Looking around he saw them in a shallow valley of the field though they were a ways off now he could see they were just starting a fire for the night. People out this far at this time of night usually wasn't a good thing. While they could be plain travelers there was the chance they were bandits beginning to set a camp to work ambushes from on the town nearby.<br><br>Well I can at least go scout them out, if its a large group I can turn back before they see me and let the guard know, if it's a small enough group maybe I'll take them on myself. Of course they could just be travelers too but we shall see, eh?<br>Mind made up Durien made his way towards the shouting forms in the near distance, hoping to be done quickly as he was already seeing his breath turn to frost in the air. That and this pick axe gets heavy after a while.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Valhalla Fallen [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MiraMirror</strong> on <strong>23-11-2014, 08:02:57</strong>
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				<em>Amidst the beauty of the flower-filled garden, the participants in this chance encounter would find their callings, even if they didn't know it quite yet.&nbsp; But Fate has a funny way of making itself known in the most uneventful happenings...</em> <br><br>As the six wanderers gather in the field, the two silhouettes slowly come into view under the clouds, becoming more than just shadows in the distance.&nbsp; The taller of the two was male, and seemed to be wearing gilded armor of white and gold.&nbsp; Underneath it all, one could see more formal white clothing with hints of light blue, hastily donned from the looks of it.&nbsp; While his appearance was hidden under armor for the most part, his visible skin seemed to be be of a healthy pigment. Eyes of purest blue sat below bright blond hair.&nbsp; A spear of impressive size was hoisted upon his back, and a compact dagger was sheathed upon his belt.&nbsp; Very high-quality boots cover his feet. "protecting" him from flowers underfoot.&nbsp; Though the others can't hear him, someone straining their eyes could definitely see his mouth moving almost non-stop, establishing him as a talkative individual. Just as he's spotted, he spots the others (save for the camouflaged half-elf), and he waves&nbsp; in the general direction of the crowd, looking quite friendly. <br><br>The shorter individual leading him was an entirely different matter altogether.&nbsp; In stark contrast to the male's seemingly expensive clothes, she was dressed in a simple, stitched-together hide shirt, with a slightly more impressive layered skirt beneath that.&nbsp; Her skin, while also more-or-less unmarred, was remarkably pale.&nbsp; Above her modest clothing, she chose to wrap herself in a simply leather cloak, fluttering as a strong wind blew past her, also causing the flowers to sway to and fro.&nbsp; An unremarkable hazel eye peers directly ahead, its twin covered by multiple bandages, leaving it hidden to all.&nbsp; A mass of black hair blows about in the wind, easily reaching her lower back in sheer length.&nbsp; A simple pair of rag-tag shoes is all she has to her name, with nary a weapon to be seen. Unlike her counterpart, she doesn't seem to acknowledge the others in the slightest, simply ignoring her words as if she's concentrating on something else entirely.<br><br>She continues walking forth, stopping just short of the crowd as she peers upwards at the clouds, as if expecting something to fall.&nbsp; The male, true to his personality, speaks once more, questioning her acts.<br><br>"Raes...uh...we have company, you know? I mean, they seem nice enough. Come on, this is your chance to make some friends!"<br><br>&nbsp;"Here, then...? Yes.&nbsp; The dog's stench precedes her steps...And sure enough..."<br><br>It was then that another silhouette could be seen in the distance, slowly approaching the mass of the others.&nbsp; She walked incredibly slowly, just barely shuffling along the ground.&nbsp; With ever movement, the light clank of metal armor sounds out amongst the relative silence of the night.&nbsp; &nbsp;Something's off about her movement, however. It seems forced, almost robotic...like her movement was entirely forced, only moments away from giving out.&nbsp; Upon closer inspection, she possessed locks of golden-blonde hair, fair skin, though it seemed scuffed and lightly scratched.&nbsp; Intricately carved armor covers her vulnerable areas, and a large two-handed axe is in her hand, though her grip is loose.&nbsp; &nbsp;When looking in her eyes, it seemed as though she couldn't see any of the people ahead as she progressed through the field, staring off into something else, some private memories...She resembled a walking shell of a woman more than anything else, and just like a puppet, she suddenly collapsed to her knees, her weapon clattering to the ground with her.&nbsp; Even then, her gaze is fixated upon the ground, no real semblance of life remaining...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Valhalla Fallen [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>selfexiled</strong> on <strong>23-11-2014, 08:36:35</strong>
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				The group was coming together from to many different directions for anyone to be associated so that ruled out the bandit theory. Then these two loud ones showed up. The man, a noble obviously, to clean and fancy to be anything less. Even a veteran mercenary living fat off his savings looked dirtier around the edges. The woman, looked like he picked her up out of the gutter or a tent village. All the others here kept to themselves so far not really giving away any clues.<br><br>The rattle of armor made everyone turn to gaze at the newcomer. Stumbling and staggering like the only thing holding her up was her armor, just needed one joint to shift and she'd collapse. Oh hell she did just collapse!<br><br>Dropping pickaxe and staff to the ground Durien runs over sliding in on the dew covered grasses catching her just before she buried her face in the dirt. <strong>Someone bring some water!!! And a blanket!!! There's a small mining town on the other side of the grove there but we need to stabilize her first.</strong> Durien stops and looks up at everyone, <strong>Well, move!!</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Valhalla Fallen [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Verasaille</strong> on <strong>23-11-2014, 08:42:01</strong>
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				Hilde did not ride fast, more because Frost kept stopping to grab mouthfuls of grass and flowers, not because she consciously slowed him down. In fact she kept digging boot heels into his tough sides increasingly to keep him from standing in one spot. "Come on Frost! Those ahead must think I never feed you! We will stop, I promise. Just get us to the center there. <br><br>Finally she was close enough to see the blonde male and the dark haired one-eyed woman. A strange pair, she thought to herself. She noted a man leading a horse, and what appeared to be a female warrior was ahead of her by some distance. Another horseman approached by another angle and she peered at him curiously. One more male appeared carrying a pick axe. <br><br>She could not help but wonder at the chances of this disparate group coming together at this time and place. Why was there a sense of uneasiness in her gut as she finally came within hailing distance. But it was the appearance of the slow walking woman that really got to her. Something about this one seemed very strange. As if she was injured or ill. <br><br>Hilde climbed off of Frost and let him loose to graze. He gave only a cursory snort at the rider approaching and his horse, he was too hungry to care unless he was attacked. As Hilde approached she looked at the others. Curiosity warring with caution. "I am Hilde Johannes. The Fates must have something in store. But who am I to judge?"<br><br>She went to the woman who had fallen to her knees. "Hello, are you injured? I am Hilde. Can you hear me?" Gently she reached out to see if she can offer aid. Turning to the others, "Perhaps a fire to warm us all? Surely someone can built a fire? This one appears cold and in shock."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Valhalla Fallen [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>selfexiled</strong> on <strong>23-11-2014, 17:36:11</strong>
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				It seems Durien overreacted when trying to catch the woman as she managed it herself. Swaying just to the point of falling over but catching herself before the point of no return. Though he did notice her leaning into his arm ever so slightly. A valiant warrior this one, never wanting to show weakness or need of help.<br><br>Just then another of the group came up, "Hello, are you injured? I am Hilde. Can you hear me?" Gently she reached out to see if she can offer aid. Turning to the others, "Perhaps a fire to warm us all? Surely someone can built a fire? This one appears cold and in shock."<br><br>Durien looked this one over quickly. She's lovely in the moonlight, Durien always had a weak spot for that burning red hair. <br><strong>Well, tis good ta see that least one uh yas has some humanity in 'em.</strong> looking at the injured woman now, <strong>Here, let's get ya ta the group, least ways the mass o' gaukin' bodies can block the breeze till someone breaks thier stares long 'nough ta strike some kindlin.</strong><br><br>Looking over to the redhead beside him <strong>So, Hilde are ye? We might be needin to make a litter ta bring 'er inta town. I can use me staff fer one side an maybe borrah a cloak from someone. You got another walkin stick we can use?</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Valhalla Fallen [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Angie</strong> on <strong>23-11-2014, 18:44:06</strong>
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				It was all happening so fast. More and more arrivals on this starlit field, and then a woman who seemed injured, but didn't show any signs of being wounded. Wordlessly, she walked over to a few nearby trees and pulled out her axe. A War Axe like this was unsuited to gathering wood, but luckily one of the trees was near death, and would chop (and burn) easily. With a few well placed swings, the tree fell, and a few more swings granted Dawn enough wood to begin a fire. <br><br>Placing her shield on the ground and putting her axe away, Dawn managed to carry enough of the dead wood over to the gathered group. She had a firestarter in her bag, and she used it to strike the kindling. "It won't last long without some extra, better fuel." She said. "So if anybody gives a damn, go get some. Or I will." She said, heading off to grab her shield and a little extra wood-this time choosing fallen branches from living trees.<br><br>"Might as well introduce ourselves. The name's Dawn. Dawn Stormcleaver." She shook her head. "We should rest her for the night, then in the morning, take the woman to the nearest village. I can probably cut us another stick for the litter. Probably use my cloak, too."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Valhalla Fallen [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>23-11-2014, 22:46:37</strong>
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				It was odd to see so many people at such a time as this, in such a place as this. He got close enough to listen to them, to watch, but worked to stay hidden through choice of location as well as the power of the rune he was invoking.&nbsp; Soon, he figured, he would have to turn it off. But, not quite yet. <br><br>He saw the group come together. He saw their attention drift to the man from the mining town, and the woman whom he seemed keen to save. Then, the woman came, and still, he lurked. He bit back a sound of contemplation, the desire to hum a note or two, that was a compulsive habit for him. But, for now, he was able to just bite his tongue and keep from revealing his location. If he knew that one of them had detected him already, he might very well have dropped the pretenses.<br><br>Another went to start a fire. He wondered what else they have thought of, what they have contemplated of in regards to this mysterious, injured warrior. Finally, around the time that&nbsp; Dawn introduced herself, he took down his camouflage. It should be noted that he is in a position where he specifically can not be seen by anyone right away. So, it was only when he spoke that he should be seen; or, at least, that was his intention.<br><br>"You might want to fetch a pot, and boil some water.&nbsp; All that armor means dehydration.&nbsp; I've seen that kill men that sword stabs couldn't bring down," He became quiet, for just a moment. A moment of silence, where those who might wish to, could take in his form.<br><br>His feet were covered in thick leather boots, though their was a certain heaviness to them when he walked. This was because they were hobnailed boots; excellent for traveling over rough terrain, and capable of lasting for many years if treated well.&nbsp; Judging by the scuffs here and there, the signs of wear and tear, the boots seemed to be taken good care of. Probably, they were already a few years old. <br><br>Thick cloth pants, dyed a lovely shade of dark green, cover his thick, well-developed and powerful legs. Physical exertion, movement, has been such a large part of his life, even since he was a child, that his legs are almost nothing but muscle. Lean muscle, not bulging, so it's actually hard to tell through the pants. <br><br>His mid-section was covered in mostly boiled leather armor. There was a thin metal plate, perhaps iron, almost inserted into a leather frame that covered most of his chest, and his back, but the rest of his armor looked like fairly generic wax-boiled leather armor. Like the boots, it is both obvious that it is well-maintained, and that it has seen years of good, solid use.&nbsp; Nicks, superficial dents, and scratches were on the metal, leather in some area was just starting to lose its wax coating. <br><br>Further up, around his neck was clasped a dark green cloak, the same color as his pants. It, too, was thick cloth, and has 'scars' of somewhat messy stitching here and there, and a few patches of other colors. Like everything else, it seems like he has had this cloak for a good number of years, and has done his best to keep it in excellent condition.<br><br>Finally, covering his ears and most of his hair, is a simple vermillion dyed bandanna. It was tied in such a way that only a few strands of blond hair escape, and it hid his ears; one could not even see the impression of points through the material. Some of the martially inclined people gathered here, or the well traveled or learned, might identify the bandanna as belonging to a mercenary troupe known as the Red Roughs. They had a pretty good reputation, as far as mercenary companies go; not too many horror stories or nefariousness attached to them.&nbsp; Mostly, they were known for the bandanna. Everybody brought their own weapons and armor, had a mish-mash of equipment; so every one of them had that bandanna, to signify their allegiance and to unify them. <br><br>Which may make one wonder if the mercs aren't camping around near here. They weren't, he cut his ties, on good ground, quite some time ago. Still, one may wonder. "I have some already boiled by my camp. I'll get it, but just be careful that woman doesn't turn out to be undead," He's had encounters with them, back in his mercenary days. He's always a bit wary about other people, about how they might be cursed and one of them. <br><br>He was also carrying a spear with him. It was a nice spear, with a haft made of solid oak, with leather wrapping here and there at good holding spots. The tip was high quality steel, and well sharpened. It had stylized 'wings' coming off from the sides of where the metal head was riveted to the wooden shaft. <br><br>He doesn't bother to hide himself as he returns to his camp. He already revealed himself, so it'd be wasteful to call on the rune's power again.&nbsp; It would take him a few minutes to move back to his spot, get the waterskin, and get himself back to the group. About five minutes, all in all. <br><br>If anybody tried walking with him, he would politely but firmly tell them not to. He doesn't trust any of them... yet. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Valhalla Fallen [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Verasaille</strong> on <strong>24-11-2014, 01:45:54</strong>
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				She looked at the woman with concern, then at the man who was trying to help her. "It be only fair to help a fallen one. If she be one with the Gods then we earn favor. Looks like she has traveled far and is exhausted." So far Hilde was the only one, besides the warrior who went to chop wood, willing to introduce themselves. <br><br>The one in green went to get water. Hilde noted he had hidden himself so well she did not see him until he spoke. A flicker of curiosity went through her at that. But at least he seemed willing to help. She had heard of the ones who wore that headband. It's bright color a marked contrast to the rest of his outfit. He obviously had a camp nearby. She turned her attention to the man next to her. <br><br>"She does not appear to be injured, maybe just in shock or weary. I do not think we need to carry her anywhere. Let us see if she recovers with some hot tea and warmth. Rest would be good." She left them there then and tried to catch up with her horse, Frost. All her supplies were on his saddlebags and she walked towards him calling softly. "Come, Frost. Time to rest. We camp here."<br><br>At first he kept grazing, hungrily grabbing mouthfuls of grass and chewing noisily. His teeth ripping and tearing the grass as he moved slowly. As she approached he lifted his head to flick his ears forward to stare at her walking towards him. Now you would think after spending a good five years with her he would know she was his master and the one who took care of him. But at this moment he did not seem to care. He moved rapidly away from her, not at a run, but moving obviously faster than she and making sure to stay out of reach of her reaching hands.<br><br>"Frost! Stop that ye flea bitten nag! I need me packs!" of course her raised voice made him snort and move faster away from her. She cursed him roundly with every word she could think of to make it clear to him if not to everyone within earshot what she thought of his antics!<br><br>"Ye damned idjut! Come here so I can remove yer packs! If not I will leave them on all night and ye can feel the weight of them plus me all day tomorrow!" she had gotten close to him every once in awhile and he had finally circled around to where the rest of them were standing.&nbsp; That last bit seemed to hit a nerve and he stopped, his rear facing her as she kept walking towards him. One hind leg lifted off the ground as if he contemplated kicking her if she grew close. His ears flicked to the back as he listened to her approach. <br><br>"If ye kick me I will make sure ta hobble ya tha rest of tha night." she stopped a few feet away from him and waited. Eventually he put the foot down and stood complacently as she went the last few feet to his side. Grumbling under her breath she began unlacing the packs and tossing them on the ground. The saddle the last thing to pull off his back.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Valhalla Fallen [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caehlim</strong> on <strong>24-11-2014, 02:28:31</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i425.photobucket.com/albums/pp340/daggeroflath/MarcusHedbrandh_zps7517f62e.jpg)<br><div align="center"><strong>Saga</strong></div></div><br>Saga reached the group at last, to see that they were clustered around a fallen woman. He reached back to Leki's saddle and drew out his bundle of herbs all wrapped into a roll of hide with lots of little pockets worked into the middle. He stepped into the group, looking around to everyone gathered with what he hoped would be a reassuring smile. It was a heavily armed band and he hoped that they were not disposed to violence. It didn't truly matter whether they bandits or warriors in cause to some higher cause, he had had luck in the past dealing with either group so long as they let him talk long enough to persuade them he was of more value alive.<br><br>"I can help your fallen friend, the gods have gifted me with a knowledge of herbs and the healing arts. I am Saga."<br><br>He knelt by the downed warrior and began to examine her injuries.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Valhalla Fallen [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>selfexiled</strong> on <strong>24-11-2014, 03:01:43</strong>
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				<strong>Aye, exhausted be one ta put it.</strong> As the woman got up to retrieve her horse Durien added, <strong>Might that a night o'sleep'll cure her but ta be safe an' prepared lets get tagether a litter anyways.</strong><br>Watching her chase her horse around however, brought some mirth to the situation. So much so that Durien didn't notice the new arrival till he sat down beside them offering medicinal herbs for the woman.<br><br><strong>Ho'now that's two uh ye that's popped outta thin air since we've all gathered 'ere. An' on that note, why in Hel is all of us 'ere anyways? I can least say I live nearby, though I don't commonly go this far out on a stroll.</strong> Seeing that the woman was settled well enough Durien stood and took stock of all around him. <br><br>Was quite the odd grouping to be sure. He'd seen the headband the one fella was wearing before on two or three occasions on the field, mostly taking down large bandits where the local lord paid out to several groups at once. He didn't miss those days to be sure. Seen a few in the bar too. Not the rowdy sort most the time. The redhead, Hilde she seemed nice enough obviously real close with her horse too. Most humans don't even argue like that less they're married or known each other for years. The dark haired woman calling herself Dawn carried herself as more than just a warrior though her gear screamed that well enough. Can't tell enough about her yet. The noble and the one eyed girl was hard to tell what they were about but then when did nobles ever do something logical or sensible the girl may have just been stuck tagging along. Then there was the other guy dressed as a noble but appearing more shrewd and calculating like the wealthy merchant who keeps his prices high because he knows he's cornered the market but is always watching for some upstart to try and move in. Then there was the late comer Saga he called himself currently looking over the woman... <strong>Oye, mind yerself there alchemist I'll not stand for a phony who uses the trade to get grabby.</strong> Turning toward everyone else, <strong>Name's Durien Morlin current profession as a miner. Now, would anyone like to answer me other question... why the hel are all of ye here?</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Valhalla Fallen [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MiraMirror</strong> on <strong>24-11-2014, 18:11:02</strong>
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				The 'one-eyed woman' remained perfectly silent while the multitude of seemingly random arrivals blabbered on and on, right up until the final woman arrived, promptly falling to her knees.&nbsp; She took a few steps forward, practically blinding herself to the presence of anyone other than this one.&nbsp; &nbsp;Looking down upon the lightly-armored woman, her mouth contorted into a frown.<br><br>"Really..." she muttered to the winds, watching the others scramble to make a campfire and assist the stranger, despite being nothing more than strangers themselves.&nbsp; If one looked into her eyes, they'd seem oddly devoid of life, as if she was staring at something else, some terrible scene the likes of which would haunt a dreamer's dreams. What had brought what appeared to be such a mighty woman to such a pathetic state of being? <br><br>Arlais looked at his 'companion' with an expression that clearly indicated what he was feeling- confusion sympathy for the downed woman, and urgency to assist her. As he made an attempt to rush to her, however, she stuck her arm out. At roughly the same time, a strong wind came from the west, once again proving too strong for the gentle flowers of the field, carrying some of the less "grounded" ones with it.&nbsp; An odd coincidence, but she made herself clear with a few spoken words. "No, not yet...Time is of the essence. You know this."<br><br>He responded with a low growl, as if it physically pained him that he could only sit here and watch her stare back with that blank expression, but he offered the others nearby a brief wave while Raes began speaking under her breath in some language that seemed utterly incomprehensible to those around her.&nbsp; To them, it would sound like a collection of syllables were just smashed together with little regard, no punctuation, and no rhythm. And then, she spoke, loud enough for all those around her to hear.<br><br>"I would suggest moving away from her within a few seconds, for your own safety...Of course, any suicidal individuals are welcome to stay put." &nbsp;She took a few steps away and muttered something to Arlais, and he promptly mirrored it. <br><br>"D-Draw your weapons, quickly!" He seemed alarmed, scanning the field for danger, though none seemed to be present. <br><br>Time passed, and still, silence. Raes seemed undisturbed for the most part, keeping her eyes on the fallen woman. "Well, it looks like the mutt's given up hope...Is that it? Pathetic!..." On her last word, she strikes out with a single hand, leaving a red mark across her cheek, her tone cold as ice.&nbsp; It was then that the danger made itself known, as a large collection of corpses emerged, seeming to blink into existence only a short distance away.&nbsp; With a sneer, she turned back to the woman, taunting her again.<br><br>"So this is the power of a dog without its master, nothing more than a suicidal beast...Are you content allowing yourself to be slain by such corrupted creatures, like some household pet?! You disgust me, mutt!" She aimed another hand at her face, almost disappointed that the target of her words wasn't responding, ignoring the decaying corpses approaching en masse. The stench of death and rotting skin and flesh had overtaken the night air, a mark of the Undead that were approaching.&nbsp; Various amounts of decay affect them all, with some suffering from peeling skin and flesh, and others reduced to bare bones in some areas.&nbsp; They move with an odd slowness, concentrated solely on the female on her knees, and it seems as though there's only more coming forth.<br><br>Arlais gripped an impressive spear, managing to wield it one hand, with a dagger in his opposite hand, both marked with&nbsp; an ornate symbol of a sun crossed by a sword and grains, which anyone who had knowledge of nobility would recognize immediately as the seal of the Inand royal family.&nbsp; "The Undead dare attack us here? Quickly, to arms! We mustn't back down, not to such creatures!"<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">There's a large group of shambling Undead heading towards you all, though it's unlikely that anyone aside from Dawn recognizes them.&nbsp; Dawn immediately recognizes them as the same type of creatures that destroyed her town, however. </div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Valhalla Fallen [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Angie</strong> on <strong>24-11-2014, 18:48:51</strong>
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				Dawn turned to see the Undead shambling towards them, and then turned around to see the one-eyed woman slapping the nearly dead woman. "If you have an issue with her, you can wait until those corpses are stopped before you make one of your own!" She shouted, drawing her sword. <br><br>There were too many, Dawn wasn't going to win this fight. But she could hamper the crowd. She looked towards Hilde. "It's not the best, but you!" She called out, pointing with her shield hand. "Take the woman, get her out of here. I will hold them as long as I can!" She couldn't save her people, but maybe she could save these few. "The rest of you, run. There's too many for us to take. I'll buy you time!" <br><br>She was going to die, she knew it. Likely join the horde as a corpse of her own. But she wasn't about to let everyone else die. Better that she die so others can live...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Valhalla Fallen [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>24-11-2014, 21:07:43</strong>
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				"Bloody Hel, what is it you want? Your children have wandered away..." He shook his head, as he was returning, he saw the shambling forms of undead. Not the first time; he sighed to himself. How would the strangers handle themselves?<br><br>He ran back to join them, ran back just in time to see one of the warrior women all too eager to die. "Idiot! Valhalla welcomes the brave, not the foolish," He chastised her, even as he aimed to join her. The waterskin he simply dropped to the ground; it could be reclaimed later. He held his spear in both hands, and not content to merely stand and wait for their approach, struck forward.<br><br>There's nothing fancy about what he does. Flashy moves might look impressive, but that was a waste of energy; it was something the foolish did. His moves are smooth, fast, efficient; and they are not telegraphed in the least, a testament to his training.<br><br>He rushed forward, and brought the spear up and at an angle. He struck at the nearest corpse, lunging, extending the spear forward and at the creature. It struck the throat, but continued at an upward angle; its sharpness, and the strength of its wielder pushing the spear cleanly through its neck, and upwards through its head. He pushed until the forehead of the corpse was stuck against the 'wings' that jutted out around the spearhead; they did exactly what they were meant to.<br><br>He pulls backwards, and retracts the spear from the corpse; it falls to the ground. He flicks some rotten blood off the spearhead, to the side, then regrips it in both hands, and repositions himself. All in all, his strike takes mere seconds to complete; and in those mere seconds, the dead continued their march. Thus, he had need to readjust his positioning, to keep himself out of harms way, while being within striking distance. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Valhalla Fallen [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Verasaille</strong> on <strong>24-11-2014, 22:30:34</strong>
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				Whatever hesitation Hilde had, fled as the one eyed woman slapped the one on her knees. The words the witch said rang cords in her head, this was no ordinary warrior that had fallen to her knees. When the shambling of the undead appeared Hilde grabbed the short bow at her feet and began firing arrows. Straight and true the arrows flew, catching the corpses in throat and heart. She peppered only one or two arrows per corpse and watched them fall only briefly and then turned to make sure she shot at only the closest.<br><br>When Dawn suggested she take the wounded one away, Hilde yelled out with a coarse throaty curse. "Hilde Johannes never runs from battle! Ye will be lucky if there be any left for ye to fight if ye just stand thar." All the while loosing arrows as she moved to stand between the downed woman and the shamblers.<br><br>She was impressed with the spear wielder. Grinning she cheers at him. "Take off thar heads! Maybe they will not rise again." she noted his smooth grace and skill.&nbsp; She was a bit concerned as her arrows began to get low. She had only thirty and had already loosed almost twenty five. No time to be squeamish, she ran forward to where some had fallen and put a foot on them and pulled arrows free to shoot again. She did not want to stray too far from the group. She mainly shot close to the other warrior and downed one shambler coming up behind him. <br><br>She was soon running out of arrows and none were close.&nbsp; Slinging her bow over a shoulder she drew her shortsword and hatchet. She picked out single targets moving in on the group and charged. Her blows were crude and yet effective as she stabbed with the sword and chopped with the ax. Undead moved slow and the stench was horrendous. She managed to stay on her feet and keep the horrid things from reaching the downed woman on her side of the field. Sweat and gore soon covered her and she worried she would be diseased. No time now to clean up. She kept on as best she could.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Valhalla Fallen [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Angie</strong> on <strong>24-11-2014, 23:37:57</strong>
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				"Fine, then." Dawn said, steeling herself for the fight ahead. "Don't let them touch you. Strike the head, smash the skull!" She called out, striking out at the hoard. These things weren't warriors, merely shambling bodies-more akin to statues then anything living. Killing one, or even a dozen, was easy. This horde was massive, though.<br><br>Dawn had to continually give up ground as she fought back the mass of bodies, lest she get overwhelmed. As bodies dropped, the things just kept coming, stepping over the fallen to come closer to the rest of the warriors and the downed woman. It was obvious that the group were not your usual fighters-each of them were the best they could be. Were there a few more, even just one more like them, this horde could be managed, but the corpses were just too many...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Valhalla Fallen [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Izaya Orihara</strong> on <strong>25-11-2014, 00:40:43</strong>
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				Himself having remained quite whilst some of the others introduced themselves, Þjóstúlfr had been alerted a little ahead of the others, his own senses naturally more attuned than those of a human's, especially when it came to smell, though the hearing of a wolf was at least sixteen times better than that of a human. Though he preferred not to weather the overpowering stench of long-rotted corpses, he was always happy to hunt and test his abilities, even if only a little. Inadvertently bearing fangs that seemed a tad out of place for an apparent human, he grinned, leaping off of his horse in a swift motion. His right hand reached over his shoulder, and Þjóstúlfr unveiled an appropriately wolf-head hilted steel greatsword, the sword's length bearing a runic inscription naming its forger, Ulfberht. <br><br>Despite its size, he seemed untroubled with wielding it one-handed. He blurred through the air, veering down towards a cluster of lumbering undead. The air around him grew distinctly colder, even as the long blade swiftly cut and sliced through the evidently post-dead assailants, tattered clothes, armour, flesh and bones scattering and crumbling, as the Jötunn tore through them with what some might call a wolfish ferocity. As the blade ripped through the bodies, ice formed, freezing the corpses as they fell like wheat to scythe. It didn't matter whether they were decapitated or not, they would be unable to fight at all in such a state, the ice further making it easier to shatter them into tiny pieces. <br><br>Having been around as long as he had, the wolf had obviously encountered all manner of creatures and things over time, even if Þjóstúlfr did not necessarily recall all of these things. One of the more irritating kinds were these undead, though mostly for their stubbornness when it came to not staying dead, and the manner in which only the fresher corpses seemed in any way appetising. Though he had known wolves before whom had scavenged from the battle-dead of weeks, if not months before. Doubtless out of desperation.<br><br>Several more corpses lurched forward, curiously attempting to target the mysteriously inert woman. Þjóstúlfr moved to intercept them, his gait containing a natural elegance, yet still odd for a human. The greatsword sheared one in half, the rapidly freezing remnants shattering into bits as they collapsed. The Jötunn used his other hand, smashing it into a second undead being's chest, which flew back as if a battering ram had collided with it. Fragments of spine and ribs scattered in all directions, whilst the corpse landed several yards away, the soon freezing corpse's mostly present flesh and skin stopping it from having completely fallen apart mid-flight. Of course, there were still a fair portion of their kind still advancing, including several more the wolf eagerly brought an end to, but he had little desire to announce his true nature to these humans unless necessary. Thus, he would carry on fighting in this form for the time being, refraining from using his powers as a frost Jötunn too overtly, and instead seeing if these mortals were as good as some of them seemed to be hinting at. Perhaps they'd be able to deal with these hordes without him having to show off too much...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Valhalla Fallen [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>selfexiled</strong> on <strong>25-11-2014, 20:16:37</strong>
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				Old one eye seemed to be laying into the invalid on her knees. A bit harsh I think, but a slap or two wouldn't kill her. What's that smell?<br>Turning Durien saw the shambling horde approach. A bit stunned by their appearance as he'd never had the displeasure of meeting them in person but heard many stories, though he thought them legends until now.<br><br>His surprise led to hesitation which the shouting of others soon broke. Dawn the darkhaired warrior seemed familiar with them and while first calling for all to flee, none were willing to of course. Hilde was a great shot but arrows are not infinite. This other man it seemed moved otherworldly and his weapon left behind ice and frost, tonight legends seemed to come alive. What else would happen tonight he wondered?<br><br><strong>Grrr.</strong> Durien leaped towards his dropped staff and pickaxe and wishing he'd brought his gloves. Drawing up the pickaxe he picked the nearest opponent and lifted it above his head and hurled it with all his strength, taking a corpse in the chest shattering bone protruding from its back as it fell back into another corpse locking the two together on the pike. While not enough to finish them they were certainly immobilized. Now it was his turn to wade into the mass of bodies. Running up to the pair he'd locked together with a strong thrust smashed the iron bound end of his staff through the decaying skulls of the pair shattering them like clay pots.<br>With an overhead swing as a wind up the second time around connected with at least three other corpses as they shuffled in his direction. Reversing the staff's direction into a downward strike striking another on top of the head and crumpled it completely. Swinging up the other end of the staff he brought it across several other corpse heads. Leveling them as well, surely there were to many to keep this up indefinitely. More assistance would be needed soon, he was tired from the day in the mine. With an up strike he launched a corpse's head off its shoulders and into the air the body falling where it stood.<br><br>Damn it all to the hells...<strong>RRRRRaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh!!!!!</strong> With a strong thrust Durien slammed his staff into and through the chest of four surprisingly close together corpses. Relinquishing his staff to the bodies he charged forward using his left fist to shatter the skull of the first, again this seemed easy given the state of decay weakening the bones. Reversing direction in a backhand strike he broke the jaw of the next, using the momentum of that strike he threw his right into the third's face then bringing his elbow into the fourth. Needless to say it took but moments for this to transpire, from there he went into a flurry of kicks and punches that met with flesh and bone at every swing.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Valhalla Fallen [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Verasaille</strong> on <strong>26-11-2014, 03:28:52</strong>
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				The battle was fast becoming a matter of keeping the shambling undead from reaching the center, where the kneeling woman still appeared oblivious to them all. The threat of ice and snow became a reality as Hilde noted the ice caked undead falling.<br><br>It took her a moment of slight respite to look around and notice the one wielding the greatsword. She blinked in stunned silence as he reaped the undead with all the efficiency of Bergelmir. Frost hung in the air around him and he looked to be unwavering in his zeal. She did not have long to stare however as more undead seemed to be coming. Hilde scrambled to find more arrows and continued to fight with sword and ax.<br><br>She looked for her horse Frost and saw him aways off, staying clear of the undead. At least he was not in danger. He was fast enough to stay clear of them. "How long will we have to fight these abominations!?" she was getting weary, but did not stop.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Valhalla Fallen [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caehlim</strong> on <strong>26-11-2014, 09:41:07</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i425.photobucket.com/albums/pp340/daggeroflath/MarcusHedbrandh_zps7517f62e.jpg)<br><div align="center"><strong>Saga</strong></div></div><br>Saga glanced up at the miner, a little stunned and insulted by the man's implications. He was no rapist, to take advantage of a woman in a weakened state. With an annoyed shake of his head, he turned back to examining the woman but could see no obvious signs of injury. <br><br>He stepped back though at the instruction to stand clear, he wasn't sure exactly what the situation was, but the standing woman spoke with confidence and surety enough that he automatically did as she suggested. Standing a short way clear he looked off to the distance where he could see other figures approaching. There was something wrong looking about them, in their appearance and in the way they were moving. <br><br>Saga turned back when he heard the downed woman being slapped and rushed over when she was struck again, speaking rapidly in her defense. <br><br>"She is sick in the head, overcome with some grief or melancholy. Her mind is stuck in the fogs of Niflheim. She has sunk far to not respond to such a blow. If one slap does not rouse her, then a second will not do it. You risk sending her further away from the pain of the world with such brute force."<br><br>He grabbed for his supplies, aware that the other figures were approaching but not wishing to abandon this woman to whatever the attackers wanted. In her state she could not defend herself, but there was a way that may rouse her when danger did not. He pulled a small drinking horn from the supplies and began to powder dried leaves into the open top, filling it the rest of the way with water from his flask. <br><br>"These leaves are a powerful herb that energizes the mind and body, it is said to be effective in those overcome by dark moods, at least for a little while. It is no cure, but it might make her wakeful enough to respond again."<br><br>He gently tilted back the downed woman's head and raised the drinking horn to her lips. He very carefully poured the liquid into her mouth, making sure not to let it choke her. He could not be certain she was responsive enough to drink on her own so he watched carefully, helping her to bring it into her mouth and waiting for her to swallow before adding more.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Valhalla Fallen [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Angie</strong> on <strong>26-11-2014, 17:39:54</strong>
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				Oh, if only the horde wasn't so large! If only there was another warrior to fight with the valorous men and women who had met here by Fate! The horde came ever closer, almost to the point of overrunning the heroes...<br><br>Little known to them, their valor, courage, and compassion was proving to me more effective then any herbal remedy Saga could supply. Although, that was nice.<br><br>The fallen woman's eyes snapped open. Her lips parted, and a terrible scream of rage escaped. Rising swiftly to her feet, she dashed towards the horde, taking a second to yank Dawn's axe off her belt. Into the fray she leaped, her eyes alight with fury. Wings sprouted from her back, leaving no doubt as to the identity of this mysterious warrior woman: She was a Valkyrie. <br><br>With her aid, the battle swiftly turned, going from a hopeless stand against massive numbers to a fight that could be won. Dawn certainly seemed to agree-silently, she moved to aid and support the Valkyrie, lending her shield to the woman's defense. "Come on! Don't let me and her have all the fun!" Dawn shouted out, continuing to hack off limbs and heads with her sword. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Valhalla Fallen [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>selfexiled</strong> on <strong>28-11-2014, 20:25:23</strong>
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				Despite his weariness of the day Durien had to admit he was starting to enjoy himself. It had been a few years since he'd been surrounded by so many opponents, granted they were undead horrors but opponents all the same. Covered in ichor and gore and more than a few chips of bone.<br><br>A scream from behind him stopped the flow of battle, he knew that type of scream. Full of rage but full also of a lust for battle. Turning he saw the woman who had once been so absent leap from the ground with speed unbelievable. Drawing an axe and then leaping into upon... WINGS?!?!?!?!?! Surely his eyes were deceiving him, there could be no other winged creature in existence to match what he saw before him. She was a Valkyrie.<br><br>"Come on! Don't let me and her have all the fun!" Dawn shouted out. <strong>HA! So long ye stay on yer side the field we'll not have a problem with that.</strong><br>With that he turned and layed into the nearest shuffling bodies with a renewed vigor. He even started chuckling as he went.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Valhalla Fallen [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Verasaille</strong> on <strong>28-11-2014, 20:50:49</strong>
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				She found more arrows as she went, pulling some free from the corpses, and once in an astounding bit of luck she found a corpse that had a full quiver. Joyously she added the arrows to her once meager stash and began firing in earnest to the shambling undead nearing her.<br><br>The visceral cry from the Valkyrie nearly scared her half out of her wits. She turned to look as the winged one took off and began killing the undead with far more energy than she had exhibited before. Grinning like a maniac, Hilde joined them and shot arrow after arrow into those who would still be creeping forth to assault them.<br><br>"Tha's far better! Tis a joy ta battle beside a Valkyrie! Onward! Destroy them all!" She shouted with renewed vigor. Were they making progress? Where had they all come from anyway?
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				Title: <strong>Re: Valhalla Fallen [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>28-11-2014, 21:09:19</strong>
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				The half-elf, in the first few seconds of the fight, took down one of them. The others joined the fray, each reaping their fair share of the 'harvest'; and just as the first fell in seconds, every few seconds, another one would fall to the spearman. They were simple creatures, these animated corpses; no need for flash, no need for fanciness, no need for anything beyond the absolute basics of tactics. No fake outs, no special moves; just maintaining the distance.<br><br>Occasionally, he 'pulled' some of them towards him, with a bit of excited movement to draw their attention. Most of the time he did this, it was to try and keep them from bum-rushing the archeress, who he assumed would not fair so well if they were to get within range of striking her. <br><br>He doesn't say anything, though. There's no shouts or screams, which he saw as foolhardy. That was an expenditure of air, that was a disruption of breathing, and while it might bolster their morale, it struck the seasoned mercenary as wasteful. His thoughts are kept to himself, of course; but his well-timed, well-placed, well-governed maneuvers and 'battle mannerism' said a lot about him. <br><br>Amidst the berserker like fury of some of the warriors, even the frenzied Valkyrie, he maintained his calmness and composure. The stillness of his emotions was a source of strength for him. It kept him safe. He couldn't rely on the others; there was only the vaguest semblance of teamwork. This was more a massive, chaotic melee than an organized battle, and it made him wary. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Valhalla Fallen [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caehlim</strong> on <strong>29-11-2014, 01:57:32</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Saga administered the potion and a few moments later her eyes snapped open. He hadn't expected quite so swift a reaction, nor had he expected her to sprout wings. This wasn't just a woman warrior, but rather a Valkyrie. He felt honoured to be in the presence of a creature from Aesgard, but... did it have to be a Valkyrie? He did not feel like being judged on his worth as a warrior and that was practically her job description.<br><br>Her presence seemed to increase the exuberance with which those around him took to battle. They charged about waving weapons and most of them made a lot of silly noises. The neat precision of the elvish person's style was impressive and he didn't seem to need to carry on like his honour had been slighted. <br><br>All the mad chaos around him was beginning to worry the horses, so carefully approached Leki, grasping his reins and drew him over to where Hilde's horse waited. He did his best to keep the horses calm and from panicking. As yet the ferocious fighting had prevented any of the corpses from getting through, however he stood ready to move the horses away if any danger presented itself.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Valhalla Fallen [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MiraMirror</strong> on <strong>30-11-2014, 08:17:35</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				With the awakening of the Valkyrie, the temporary allies on the battlefield could feel their courage rise to new heights, affected by her seemingly infectious morale. What began as a hopeless battle had, in a single display of heavenly power, turned into something that could be won, her visceral war cry signalling the start of something more, something hopeful.&nbsp; <br><br>"Oh, you woke up after all?&nbsp; Excellent, you haven't yet lost hope, at least. Arlais, are you not going-...Never mind, I see you've been roused to battle already. Do be careful that you don't burn yourself from that boiling blood of yours, then. In the meantime..."<br><br>Meanwhile, Arlais is right beside the other warriors, spurred into combat by the fearsome declaration of impending victory the new warrior let loose moments ago. He charges forward, swiping the dagger from his belt and flinging it at a Corpse's forehead, landing with a sickening impact. Not wasting a single moment, he leaps at the body, landing foot-first upon its chest as he effectively forces it to the ground, tearing the small blade from its head with one hand, and shoving the spear clean through its skull in an instant.&nbsp; The royal wasn't through yet, and he rapidly approached Hilde, approaching his presence with a mighty yell, after which he forced his main weapon through the torso of another unfortunate body, ripping his weapon clean shortly after.&nbsp; "It wouldn't do for me to leave such a...dextrous lady to be torn apart by these, don't you agree?" he asks, giving his best smile as he attempts to woo her.<br><br>Raes could be seen concentrating, her eye forced shut as she chants something under her breath. Gradually, the volume rises, and a powerful wind makes its presence known, coming from the south.&nbsp; A single warning issues forth from her throat...<br><br>"Arlais, archer, to the right!"<br><br>"ਮੇਰੇ ਸ਼ਬਦ ਕੇ, ਮੈਨੂੰ ਮੇਰੇ ਦੁਸ਼ਮਣ 'ਦਾ ਮਾਸ ... ਪੀਅਰਸ ਵੱਢਣਗੇ ਨੂੰ ਇੱਕਦਮ ਹਵਾ ਸ਼ਾਮਲ!"<br>Finally, a strange utterance seems to pierce the air, coming from Raes herself, and once it is complete, the winds seem to form at a single point, acting more like a high-speed blade than any natural occurrence.&nbsp; <br><br><br>With frightening speed, the flowers and grass in a thin vertical line just barely to the left of where Arlais and Hilde were was sliced to ribbons, leaving little more than an unnatural "bald spot" in the greenery...along with the scattered limbs and corpses of several Corpses, sliced cleanly in half.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Valhalla Fallen [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Verasaille</strong> on <strong>30-11-2014, 08:59:19</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The handsome warrior seemed to have decided he was her savior and Hilde gave him a half smile, "Thar be plenty o' time fer flirtin' later, Warrior. I be Hilde, save yer breath until ye 'ave a pint ta spare at tha fire." She took careful aim at some approaching undead and let loose with several arrows at once. She was picking them up as she went, pulling the spent arrows out of corpses as soon as it was clear to do so. <br><br>She tried to stay behind the melee fighters and picked off those who seemed a threat to those who had their backs to the undead. The strange words and the wind made her hair nearly stand on end. She jumped back as the winds scythe through the shamblers. She glances back to stare at the witch for a moment then to Arlais. "Be that your woman?"&nbsp; She had seen them traveling together and assumed so. <br><br>It did not make sense to her why he had one woman and flirted with another. Hilde was not averse to playing around with men, but she would avoid a witch like that if she already had a claim on him. Hilde had no desire to be cursed.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Valhalla Fallen [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caehlim</strong> on <strong>01-12-2014, 08:41:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				People were crazy. It was the only answer. They actually seemed to be enjoying themselves fighting for their lives.<br><br>Were those two even flirting in the midst of a fight? Crazy. Complete madness.<br><br>He petted Leki on the nose, "you're not crazy are you. You see a fight and you want to get away? Horses are smarter than people I think." He kept his tone low and encouraging, trying to keep the horses calm despite the whirlwind of activity going on. It was difficult with Leki, he was clearly nervous about the violent fight going on nearby. Hilde's horse... actually looked calm, as though it were used to be around this sort of action. "Well, maybe not all horses. You poor beast, what sort of chaos does she drag you into?" 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Valhalla Fallen [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Verasaille</strong> on <strong>01-12-2014, 10:11:50</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Hilde was taking no chances and tried to stay alert. The numbers seemed to be dwindling now, though a great many of the undead had been taken out by the Valkyre and the other two warriors. The one wielding the icy sword seemed to be close to the level of the Valkyre. But the rest were not bad either.<br><br>She risked a glance back to where the horses were and spotted Saga trying to keep them calm. She did not think he looked like the battle scarred veterans, but she might be wrong.&nbsp; Though he need not worry about Frost, the damned insatiable horse was still munching on every blade of grass he could reach. Totally ignoring the other horses and the man. Hilde swore he could eat twenty four hours a day. She mumbled to herself more than anything, "Damned horse, will have ta make ye inta a pack beast ta make sure ye don't get fat!"<br><br>She continued firing arrows into the shambling corpses, not getting close to them at all. When would they stop coming? She was beginning to tire.<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Valhalla Fallen [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Angie</strong> on <strong>01-12-2014, 20:55:28</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Even in the middle of a fight, Dawn maintained her composure. As she surveyed the fight, a plan formed in her mind. "Fall back!" She called to the warriors. "Let them take some ground, we will be overwhelmed if we do not move back!" She practiced what she ordered, and moved herself away from the advancing horde, giving her arms the briefest rest before preparing to strike again. <br><br>The Valkyrie, though in the middle of a berserker fury, could appreciate sound tactics. She jumped backward and let her wings carry her a small ways in reverse...before coming down on the ground. She knew what was wrong, though the others might not. <br><br>The magic spell was known to the Valkyrie's ears. It would be more mysterious if she didn't know the tongue. But, now was not a time to wonder about odd languages, now was a time to finish this bloody battle.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Valhalla Fallen [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>selfexiled</strong> on <strong>01-12-2014, 21:36:55</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				So immersed in the fighting Durien heard and noticed nothing else until the shrill pitch of wind raked across the field. Turning to look he saw the path of bodies that had been carved by the one eyed girl, he didn't recall catching her name.<br><strong>'Ere now, you might be wantin' to turn yer aim a little sideways so as to cut wider path than the one ya did thar lass.</strong><br><br>He went back to swinging and punching in what may have looked like a chaotic mess but each hit linked to the next. Had he been in a sparring ring Durien would be seen as practicing a very complex form or 'Kata' in other lands. It was his berserker fury that gave it the hap-hazard appearance since it did not display the amount of control one sees in the training yards. He kept moving forward into the mass of bodies when the call to pull back sounded.<br><strong>Aye, you not understand? This is where I do me best fightin' right in the thick of it!! If you've a plan then do it just watch me 'ead!!</strong><br>To emphasize his point he pulled a high sweeping kick which brought his upper down almost below his waist and his heel up to temple height of each shambling corpse catching two fully and turning a third in a circle which he promptly dispatched with a right hook borrowing the momentum of the kick. Then back kicking (looking similar to the manner a horse kicks with its hind legs) another corpse in the abdomen throwing it into the one behind it both landing in a jumble of limbs, continuing the follow-through which involved a large step forward he stomped down on the chest of the first corpse into the chest of the second. Lifting his foot though he found that the top corpse though out of commission had for the moment wedged itself on his foot.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Valhalla Fallen [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caehlim</strong> on <strong>01-12-2014, 22:22:08</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Saga heard Dawn's shouted orders. Though he wasn't taking part in the actual violence and mayhem, he kept a close eye on the advancing army of the dead just in case. At the call to give ground, he took hold of the horse's leads and carefully drew them back to follow along with the group.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Valhalla Fallen [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Verasaille</strong> on <strong>02-12-2014, 00:11:11</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				At the warrior's request, Hilde began moving back towards the horses. She was beginning to sweat a bit from all the exertion. She got all the way back to the horses, watching the witch to see if she would respond to Durien's call to cut a wider swath. She had run out of arrows and went to her saddlebags to see if she could find something to drink.<br><br>"Thanks for holding the horses, Saga. Much appreciated. Even if all you are doing is preventing Frost from eating himself to death. I am Hilde, by the way. I am also out of arrows. But if they close in I have my short sword and hatchet." she gave the man a smile. <br><br>Even if she had gore and blood all over her, there was not an injury to be seen. She was very weary, however and the water she pulled out of her saddle bags was welcome. "I hope the Valkyre has some way to make them stop coming...or someone does anyway." she was a bit nervous and wanted to help, but no arrows meant staying back for those with magic to do their thing. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Valhalla Fallen [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MiraMirror</strong> on <strong>02-12-2014, 20:43:24</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				As the group of warriors fought bravely against the horde shambling Corpses, they rapidly made an impact, as more and more of the monstrosities fell to blade, bow, and battle, collapsing into piles of body parts and viscera. A small group of the creatures still stood, but as the fighters began to retreat, they would find that they weren't being pursued any longer.&nbsp; The Corpses simply remained in place for several tense moments before the corpse in front seemed to point at the group, slowly raising a trembling hand, weakened from death and re-raising. "Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr..." It lets the noise loose from its mouth, something strange for a Corpse.&nbsp; Everyone knows that they are among the most simplistic of the Undead, and are supposed to be incapable of speech, outside of grunts, moans, and the like.<br><br>It groans once again, taking a single clumsy step forward, before it lets loose a near-deafening screech. "<strong><em>Braaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa-!"</em></strong> With a burst of energy, it seems to dissipate into crimson liquid, as do the other Corpses, until the only souls left on the battlefield are those of the living.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Valhalla Fallen [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>selfexiled</strong> on <strong>02-12-2014, 21:10:56</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The odd screech made Durien stop his continual rush of bashing apart the corpses that got within reach. Still surrounded by bodies when they started erupting Durien was lost in the spray of blood gore and viscera. As it cleared he walked over to his fallen staff and yanked it from the bodies it was still embedded in. He watched as the bodily fluid that covered trailed down to drip off the opposing end. <strong>Aye well, I've ta be washin' you in the creek for a week I think afore you'll be presentable again.</strong> Looking down at himself seemingly for the first time, <strong>Hmp, seems we both be needing a good dunkin in the waters.</strong><br>Walking towards the others he said loudly, since he was still a bit deaf from all the corpses screeching next to him, <strong>Oye so which wanna yous figured out how ta make 'em pop like that? Coulda done it a bit earlier I think. But at the same time ya took all me fun.</strong>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Valhalla Fallen [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>02-12-2014, 21:36:15</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Hmph," He twirled the spear, not to show off, but to cast rotten, clotted blood and gore off of the blade.&nbsp; He pulled backwards at the same time with the others, yet, for his own unexplained reasons, chose to remain off to the side, away from the group. He seemed to be in more of a flanking position, all in all.<br><br>He watched. He waited. The tension grew. Why had the others pulled back when they were so close to wiping them out? He could not be sure, but he wasn't going to be a damn fool by trying to single-handedly put the rest of them to rest. So instead, he observed.<br><br>What came next was odd, to say the least. In the few times he's skirmished against the undead, he's never seen a Corpse do much more than make the occasional bit of noise. And he also has never seen them just sort of... melt? Yeah, that's what he's going to call it. They kind of just melted, and that was just weird on top of weird. <br><br>He cast a glance towards Durien, and his comment about washing. Well, at least the man cared for his weapon. There was something to be said for that. "If it's any of us, it's the valkyrie or the witch. If it isn't either of them, then I'd wager we're not alone," On that note, he turns his attention away from the other warriors, since he could probably trust them, and scanned their surroundings with his keen eyes, trying to see if there was anything suspicious around them. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Valhalla Fallen [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Angie</strong> on <strong>02-12-2014, 22:52:19</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Dawn breathed a sigh of relief. Regardless of how they had chosen to dispose of themselves, the blasted things were gone. "Good riddance." She said, as she took a few scraps of cloth from her pack and started wiping the filth from her sword. "Agreed, it'll take a week to get everything off this damn thing." She said. "But, it seems everything worked out for the best. Seems we all have talents we didn't want to disclose."<br><br>The Valkyrie stood in the middle of the defeated horde, looking off into the distance. She still felt the fury that awoke her from her trance, and anything she said at this point would come out as a growl. Still, her mind turned to the...for lack of a better term, witch. She knew the tongue of the gods...what was she? The Valkyrie turned and handed the axe back to Dawn. "This is yours..." She said. Dawn shook her head. "I'd rather you keep it for now, unless you've got your own weapon hidden somewhere. You need it more then I do." The Valkyrie smiled. "Thank you." She looked around at the crowd. "I'm sure you have a few questions...if one of them is 'what's your name', call me Diana."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Valhalla Fallen [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caehlim</strong> on <strong>03-12-2014, 18:24:49</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"You're welcome Hilde. I didn't want the horses to stray. If things turn bad and we need to get people out, I think we could ride double to each horse and still outpace these corpse creatures. We can at least rescue two, if they're not too keen to visit Valhalla."<br><br>Despite Hilde running out of ammunition, the others still seemed to be holding back the wave of creatures. He wasn't sure though how they would handle them all. Just as his doubts were reaching their peak however... everything was over. He wasn't quite sure what had happened. Was that magic? Who had performed it?<br><br>"We're... safe, I think." He said hesitantly, looking over at Hilde in confusion.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Valhalla Fallen [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Verasaille</strong> on <strong>03-12-2014, 23:11:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Hilde quirked a smile at Saga and nodded, "Aye, if ye think Frost be stubborn about eatin', ye should see what he does when tryin' ta pack two." she drank her water slowly, watching as the rest continued to fight. <br><br>When it was over she nodded, "Was told ta drop back, guess that be why. That thar be a Valkyre. But why now and wha' happen? I have plenty o' questions. I do think we need ta move camp though, I have no desire ta be near all this filth and rot. Didn't ye have another camp? How far?" She walked closer to Saga as she spoke.<br><br>Her long red hair was disheveled and she probably stank of the ichor of death. But she was a proud warrior and not some prissy tavern wench. "I thin' I need somethin' stronger." She capped her waterskin.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Valhalla Fallen [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caehlim</strong> on <strong>04-12-2014, 07:15:00</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Maybe he was getting a little crazed himself, but Saga had found himself sharing a grin with Hilde over the horse's quirks even while a battle raged on around them. Now that it was over though he worried what kind of reception he might get from these clearly dangerous and competent warriors. To his relief Hilde at least remained friendly.<br><br>"I agree, this place has been corrupted by their presence." He said, "But I was aiming for the nearest town and hadn't yet made camp. With so many meeting here, hopefully one of these people has a camp nearby to which we can all withdraw."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Valhalla Fallen [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Izaya Orihara</strong> on <strong>05-12-2014, 01:04:05</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Þjóstúlfr had kept an eye on the others, his mind processing the events that took place, including the Valkyrie announcing herself. With the chaos of battle soon brought to an end, and the wolf himself surprisingly untouched, despite being in the thick of the earlier conflict, his thoughts focused on this gathering of mortals, as well as the valkyrie, and the minor wights or revenants that had attacked. Once more sheathing the greatsword he wielded in combat- the previously ice-covered blade of which needed no cleaning, the grey-haired Jötunn remained quiet as his horse, which had smartly kept its distance from the undead hordes earlier, returned to his side. <br><br>For now, Þjóstúlfr would humour these mortals, though he felt it unnecessary to partake of their current discussion. Though the humans possessed varying degrees of danger, to an extent, the one he needed most to keep his senses on, was the Valkyrie. It went without saying that the Choosers of the Slain were extremely skilled supernatural warriors, and Þjóstúlfr knew that trouble could potentially arise should she discover his nature as being that of a Frost Jötunn; a son of Fenrir, and by extension, a grandson of Loki, no less. With the Valkyries obviously being loyal to Odin, who had been slain by Loki in his coup, which had included many a Jötunn amongst his host. <br><br>It was probable that there was some enmity, in light of such events, and whilst Þjóstúlfr felt it likely that he would not be one to loose a battle, it was nonetheless prudent to be at least aware of those potential rivals of notable fighting prowess. For now, the being known by some mortals as Vågargandr, deigned to not provoke these mortals or the Valkyrie unless necessary. How things panned out, of course, remained yet to be seen.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Valhalla Fallen [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Verasaille</strong> on <strong>05-12-2014, 08:58:49</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Hilde leaned against the horse. Her weariness catching up to her. "Yes...a camp and fire...away from the stench." <br><br>Looking around at the various others she spies the other horseman and gives him a curious stare. "Saga, ye know who that be? Wieldin' an ice blade. Wonder if 'e has a camp?"<br><br>The others seemed as weary as she. But now was not the time to linger. She took a deep breath, "Thar be a camp near? Wit' a fire? If not, we be movin' away from tha stench. Downwind, if we can." She climbed on the lazy horse.&nbsp; He took a dissultry hop then settled for a shambling walk away from the dead.<br><br>He apparently knew a place and she let him walk, turning to the others as she shrugged. "Clearin' ahead, looks drier and cleaner than this one." She did not care if they followed, she was weary and needed to warm up and rest. When Frost stopped and pulled the reins down to munch on grass once again, she slid off him and found the remains of an old campsite, complete with a fire ring that looked sturdy and a pile of wood covered by a tarp. Large logs were haphazardly arranged around the fire pit. <br><br>"This be good as any." she mumbled to herself as she gathered tinder and wood and started a fire. She was still in sight of the others and they could come and join her if they wanted to. She sat on the ground and leaned against a stump. Too weary to do anything but sit there and dig through her saddlebags to find the flask of brandy. Just to warm up of course. She set a small kettle of water over the fire and let it come to a boil. Tea was better than nothing right now.<br><br>She gazed up at the stars and wondered what had happened to the Valkyre to put her in such a state.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Valhalla Fallen [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MiraMirror</strong> on <strong>06-12-2014, 06:12:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Through all the chaos and gore, Raes leaves the majority of the fighting to the others, watching for a time before she seems to wander off elsewhere on the makeshift battlefield. While nobody particularly noticed, she was waiting for the group upon the odd circumstance preceding the death...re-death of the Corpses, far cleaner than the others.<br><br>"No, I can assure you that their departure was no magic of mine...nor was it her doing." She points to the Valkyrie with a stiff finger, though her face is unreadable. &nbsp;"That magic was none that I care to practice, and I assure you that if she were to attempt it, she'd be little more than a fallen angel.&nbsp; It is necromancy at work, nothing more than that..."<br><br>Arlais sheathes the dagger after cleaning some of the blood from its blade, getting nice and cozy next to Hilde, prompting another piercing look from the "witch".<br><br>"So what are you saying, that someone slaughtered their own minions on purpose? What sense would that make, if they raised them in the first place? Maybe they got scared that they would be caught...? No, magic's already forbidden, so I doubt they'd care..."<br><br>As a response to the nearby village, Raes shook her head, turning to the south instead. "No, it's not a good idea. The townsfolk and guards will surely be upon us soon if we head back, unless you consider being imprisoned a good time...then, by all means... If we head due northwest, we should come across a stream, where we can rest for a time."<br><br>She makes her offer, a small breeze brushing through her hair.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Valhalla Fallen [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>selfexiled</strong> on <strong>07-12-2014, 17:35:40</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Listening to the others talk of why and how the corpses were raised as he walked toward the small clearing Hilde had found. He'd been in this area for two years and knew this was a common camp for the locals to use while hunting. Thankfully they were not in this part of the wood tonight.<br><strong>'Oever had called them creatures had a mind ta end the Valkyrie as she was in a sad state. Now tha' she seems ta be herself again they've lost their chance an' dropped tha' chase as it were ta regroup.</strong> As concerning the mention of the village he continued, <strong>I'm currently from that town over on the other side the wood an' while the whole group of ya would stand out one or two wouldn't be noticed. I'll be headin' back anyways to collect me things if I'm ta travel with you.</strong><br>Sitting down across from the growing flames of the new fire Durien pointedly looked at Arlais, <strong>You for example should not be walkin' inta town. Yer to clean and yer armor's to shiny. They'd know you was high-born in an' instant and' you'd have the whole town's attention.</strong>
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