Valhalla Fallen [OOC]
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				Title: <strong>Valhalla Fallen [OOC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MiraMirror</strong> on <strong>21-11-2014, 19:54:26</strong>
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				This is the OOC thread for Valhalla Fallen! Post character sheets here, ask questions, and discuss things!<br><br>The IC is being worked on, and will be posted up tonight.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Valhalla Fallen [OOC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Angie</strong> on <strong>21-11-2014, 21:05:50</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Jarl Dawn Stormcleaver<br><strong>Personality:</strong> Fair and even-handed, she acts cautiously outside of a fight, and often seeks additional perspective on problems. That's not to say she won't get a little angry, but she acts rather conservative most of the time. In a fight, she howls with rage as she cuts through the enemy.<br><strong>Appearance:</strong> Fair-skinned with a slim, yet muscular, build. She often wears a cloak made of the pelt of a bear that she hunted alone. <br><strong>Gender:</strong> Female<br><strong>Race:</strong> Human<br><strong>History: </strong> Dawn is no stranger to storms, as her name would imply. Her home was far north, wracked with cold all days of the year. Even in this inhospitable environment, her people thrived, hunting the wild animals and foraging for food, and mining the rich veins of ore beneath their feet. Their steel was known as the best in the land, and to hold one of their blades was an honor. <br><br>Dawn came to power through conflict. Her people believed that the strongest warriors made the best leaders, so when her father, Jarl Dean Stormcleaver, died, she entered the tournament that would choose the next Jarl. She fought against the best warriors her people had to offer, and she defeated all opponents who stood before her. Taking her father's crown of iron and sapphires, her people bowed before her as the new Jarl.<br><br>The people flourished under her rule. She acted always with wisdom, compassion, and valor. In war, peace, and more, she was tested. Never did she falter...until the dead rose.<br><br>Corpses, the wise elders told her. Shambling husks that moved, but were devoid of life. She rallied her people to fight them, but each conflict with the dead monstrosities only weakened her forces, and strengthened the enemy. It swiftly became clear that the town of Falion's Rest was doomed. With a heavy heart, she turned to her people, only a fifth of them still alive, and commanded them to flee. Twas the only chance to survive.<br><br>Dawn set Falion's Rest, the only home she had ever known, alight with flame. The monsters would have no more then a pile of ashes for their victory. Agreeing to split apart so the monsters could not chase them all, Dawn went off alone on her horse. The distance, however, would not stop the dead from claiming one more victim. Two days after she set off, Dawn's horse became violently ill. Looking in his eyes, Dawn could see that whatever made the monsters walk had taken root in her faithful steed. In tears, she ended Snowstrider's life.<br><br>Now she wanders, with only her crown (tucked into her pack) and her weapons, plus a small amount of food. Potentially, she is the sole survivor of Falion's Rest. Heavy hangs her head, and the cold does little to ease her heart's suffering.<br><strong>Combat:</strong> She is a master of many weapons, but prefers to use a one-handed sword or axe in tandem with a shield. She also carries a few throwing axes for range.<br><strong>Picture: </strong>(http://digital-art-gallery.com/oid/41/r169_457x256_8364_Asha_2d_fantasy_ship_girl_woman_viking_picture_image_digital_art.jpg)
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				Title: <strong>Re: Valhalla Fallen [OOC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>21-11-2014, 22:45:29</strong>
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				<div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">sheet</div><div class="spoiler_body">Name: Aelfwine<br>Personality: At times a playful trickster, at others a very serious-minded fellow. He likes to laugh, and does it easily and readily, so he dislikes those who do not appreciate the value of a good laugh. While serious at times, he knows when and how to lighten up, and also dislikes those who don't understand the need to loosen up and relax.<br>Appearance: work-in-progress<br>Gender: Male<br>Race: Half-elf<br>Picture: work-in-progress<br>History: Aelfwine is a half-elf. That means, at some point, one of his parents got it on with an elf. He's not entirely sure which it was, since he wound up at an orphanage. His earliest memories are of the orphanage, and the owner of it had no clue as to who his parents were; he had simply been left there on their steps, swaddled in fine cloth, curled up in a wicker basket. <br><br>he was always an odd child growing up, being that he was effectively stuck between two different worlds, even if he was stuck living with mortals. He got along with the other children, though; they didn't care that his ears were pointy, that he grew mentally quickly, or any of the other oddities that were&nbsp; bestowed on him through his mixed heritage. Children, cruel as they could be, could also be so accepting and understanding.<br><br>Eventually, though, children become adults. New kids came, and old kids left, but no one ever adopted Aelfwine. That was okay, though. Times were tough, so a lot of the time, orphans didn't get adopted. People could barely get by with the kids they did have, never mind introducing another mouth to feed. But the orphanage didn't run on charity, but hard work. Aelfwine was always willing to do his part of the chores, and even worked on the side to help bring in additional money.<br><br>One of the orphanage kids he grew up with, an older kid by the name of Leofwine, came back one day when Aelfwine was getting ready to leave. He had grown too old to linger, and there wasn't enough room anyways. <br><br>Leofwine had gone off and become a soldier. Remembering how solid and reliable Aelfwine could be, his friend offered the half-elf a chance at joining a mercenary company. He said not to worry about training, they'd get him up to snuff in no time.<br><br>With a hardened body from physical labor, a crafty and keen intellect, and an elf's natural affinity for some of the finer arts in the world, he found his niche in the group. He took well to the spear, and quickly grew adept with its use. <br><br>Seasons come and go. Time moves on. Things change. He did well, earned money, saved it up. Eventually, Aelfwine parted ways with the mercenaries, amicably. He had his own journey, his own quest to undergo. Without anything to go on, he wanted to see if he couldn't find some trace of his parents.&nbsp; Since then, he's wandered, taking up odd jobs along the way, or just doing what pleases him. <br><br>He's also made it a point to seek out the power of the Runes, to further empower himself. <br><br>Combat: Aelfwine loves to use his spear in combat. He is masterful at maintaining the distance needed to effectively fight with the weapon. He also uses the power of Rune tattoos to augment his abilities both in and outside of battle. The current runes he knows are:<br><strong>Vegvisir:</strong> The runic compass, prevents getting lost. Tattooed onto the back of his left hand.<br><strong>Odin's Illusionary Rune:</strong> Camouflage &amp; deception. Tattooed to his left shoulder.<br></div></div><br>Have a little fear, for I am here!
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				Title: <strong>Re: Valhalla Fallen [OOC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Izaya Orihara</strong> on <strong>22-11-2014, 01:53:11</strong>
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				Name: Þjóstúlfr Fenrisson, Vågargandr<br>Personality: He trusts few, though he is naturally disposed more to wolves, as he understands them more than he does other creatures. He can be ambitious, manipulative, ruthless, bloodthirsty and calculating, though an element of kindness may lie beyond this. Of course,&nbsp; it seems an inherited sense of humour and mischievousness is also present, and despite pretensions about not caring, he is not one to truly desire isolation, belonging in a pack as wolves are meant. At times, Þjóstúlfr can be quiet, shy and unsure of his place in the world. Though he tries to think before acting, he can sometimes be impetuous, with a certain degree of arrogance and pride. He also has a natural curiosity, and something of an inquisitive nature, seeking to know more about humans, despite their persecution of his lesser brethren, which is something he's not exactly fond of, and he is aware that not all humans are bad. He respects hunters, and being a fellow predator, tends to have little sympathy for prey, seeing the natural order of things accordingly. Of course, this is but a facet of his personality, and it may vary considerably. On an unrelated note, he seems to be quite a good drinker, only being affected by a substantial amount of heavy-duty alcohol, so to speak, and also possessing a surprising appetite. Which is less surprising when one considers his true form is that of a rather large wolf. <br>Appearance: In his human form, he appears youthful and lean, with odd eyes that alternate between green and gold, and silky grey hair. In this form, he tends to wear armour, northern noble clothing, and furs. In his true form, he appears as a giant wolf, fur of the same colour, towering over many other creatures, with claws and fangs that many would consider worrying. Having an affinity with ice, the air around him is often colder, sometimes to the extent that frost, ice and snow form around him. Haven't found a giant wolf picture that I thought was suitable, so suggestions are always appreciated. <br>Gender: Male<br>Race: Jotun/giant wolf, of the ice/frost variety. (FYI, giant is misleading, since they appear in all manner of forms, not necessarily physically big, and through linguistic changes, such as the introduction of the French "geant" to replace the old English word, and other complicated linguistic stuff, the word ended up with different connotations)<br>Picture: <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Human form</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://s30.postimg.org/h96xson1r/Julius_PFFK_full_1687599.jpg)(http://s30.postimg.org/ruqt4otdd/Julius_PFFK_full_1687600.jpg)</div></div> <hr>History: Þjóstúlfr was born in Járnviðr, a forest to the north east of Midgard, one of the many sons sired by Fenris and an unknown giantess, thought by some to be Angrboða, though he was somewhat smaller than his more famous older brothers, Sköll and Hati. With his mother often preoccupied, and his father to become indisposed until Ragnarok, he had little choice but to fend for himself as a pup. Travelling much, he would come to hunt well, sometimes joining packs and learning how to take out prey strategically, working alongside others. <br><br>Journeying around Midgard, and sometimes other worlds, he would learn much. He took a liking to Jötunheimr, as well as Niflheimr, among others. He developed a disdain for humans in Midgard, and the way in which they often hunted wastefully, as well as how in many places, they fiercely sought out and wiped out wolves, even when such creatures kept to themselves and avoided humans and their livestock. Though the wolves he travelled with were often little more than normal wolves, whilst he was a Jotun wolf, he nonetheless developed a certain kinship with them. <br><br>Though he may not be too fond of humans, with the manner in which his lesser brethren are thoroughly persecuted by them- especially farmers and shepherds, he was also curious about them, and often sought to try and understand how they worked, among other things lacking an understanding of why some of their kind sold eachother. Accordingly, from time to time, he became used to taking upon a human form, after soon learning that humans tended to attack or run away from a giant wolf looming over them. <br><br>Þjóstúlfr was also apt from time to time, to prey upon humans and their livestock, sometimes leading wolves to terrorise areas on the outskirts of society or civilisation, sometimes attacking villages, and occasionally, towns. He came to realise that attacking more populated areas tended to result in bigger reprisals, with soldiers and great hunts orchestrated in attempts to wipe out wolves. In one northern town, Vågar, he decided to indiscriminately attack the humans living there, resulting in a mass slaughter, buildings turned to rubble, and not long later, the epithet of Vågargandr, or the monster of Vågar. At the time he had chosen, he was strongest, with a fierce winter forcing many of the humans to stay indoors, and stock up on furs and firewood. Poorly built structures, especially wooden ones, were also not too difficult for him to barge into, to deal with those inside. <br><br>Sometimes seen as a harbinger of winter and dangerous times, various myths would begin to crop up about him in places, occasionally being viewed as a minor god. As well as more negative portrayals, other actions would lead to more positive ones, such as his sometimes alternatively helping humans from winter, including one village that was suffering greatly as an unexpected blizzard arrived from the mountains to the east of it. Of course, often, these events were attributed to separate beings. Once or twice, he even came to grow a little attached to a few humans, such as a female travelling merchant and author, who had written several books on various things. Inevitably, though, these journeys came to an end, and the mortals would as ever, show their transient and temporary nature. Unsurprisingly, this would make Þjóstúlfr wary of establishing attachments to others.<br><br>Though he was not directly involved, he was aware of events as they transpired in Asgard, including Loki's takeover of the throne, and the slaughter of the previously established Æsir elite that had been in power before him, the death of many gods and those who fought with them. Not committing to either side despite his parentage, he had decided to await the outcome instead, though he may have been pleased that the gods who had bound his father till Ragnarok, and the one who had bespelled two of his older brothers, had fallen. <br><br>At some point later, he became a Jarl in a nation of Midgard, utilising intelligence and wealth to get to this upper tier of society. Among other places, he came to possess a mountain fastness surrounded by forests. In that residence, he came to store all manner of things acquired over time. <br><br>Combat: Cunning, thoughtful and patient, he chooses the time to unleash a wolf's savagery when he is in the most advantage, rather than blindly charging in. In human form, he wields bladed weapons well, such as swords and axes, preferring melee weapons to distance-based attacks that are more unfamiliar. In wolf form, he is more at ease, and often more aggressive, confident and quick to act. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Valhalla Fallen [OOC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Verasaille</strong> on <strong>22-11-2014, 02:15:19</strong>
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				<strong>Here I am!!</strong><br><br>Name: Hilde Johannes<br><br>Personality: Hilde is a very strong and willful woman. She can fight if the need arises, she is primarily a hunter. She is respectful to the animals she hunts for food and furs. She will not kill needlessly and strives for a clean kill with no suffering. Normally a bit reclusive, she is reserved but not shy. She is at home in the forests and plains of the Tundra. Cities make her nervous, but smaller towns are all right. She likes mead and can usually drink just about anyone under the table. The more she drinks the friendlier she gets.<br><br>Appearance:Spoiler: Long red hair flows down her back, blue eyes as piercing as the cold north wind. Although she is rather voluptuous, she keeps her breasts tightly bound to stay out of her way when she shoots her bow. She is tall, standing at six feet and weighing a good 160 lbs. But she is solid and the only padding that may be considered fat would be her rounded rear and her generous bosom. Her normal clothing would be a cotton blouse with a tightly laced leather vest and wool trousers over cotton leggings. Leather boots come to her knees and are fur lined. Over this in the outdoors would be a coat and possibly a hooded cape, made of wool.<br>&nbsp;<br>Gender: Female<br><br>Race: Human<br><br>Picture: Spoiler: <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">http://www.nexusmods.com/Images/110/6388701-1395831702.png</div></div> (have no idea how to make it smaller, but smaller photos are hard to appreciate her stunning beauty&nbsp; :P&nbsp; )<br><br>History: Hilde Johannes started her life as a beautiful baby girl born to a Jarl who wanted a son. Her rapid growth into a very stunning woman frustrated the Jarl to no end. Though he wanted a son, a healthy daughter is what he got. She grew up competing with others her age and soon developed a style all her own. She was a crack shot with a bow and favored the long bow, though she had a short bow and even a magnificent crossbow. She won tournaments and hearts, but gave in to none. After her father tried to marry her off to a neighboring Jarl to cement an alliance with them, she fled. Determined to live her life as she wanted, she left the Tundra in search of adventure. It was only a few years later she learned that her entire family had been massacred, the reason had been her leaving and not giving into the demands of her father. The guilt rides with her still and she is basically a loner. She learned to survive on her skills as a hunter and selling meat and skins. She makes all of her own armor and weapons.<br><br>Somewhere along the way she managed to befriend a runemaster who became a lover. He took pride in decorating his love with some powerful runes. She has them on her face mainly. The rune of Kenaz situated between her eyes and a bit above her brow. She believes it gives her increased ability to shoot her arrows and always hit her target. The rune Ansuz is supposed to enable her to better understand the languages of others, sometimes even animals, this she has on her chin below her mouth. Uruz is the rune she has on her left bicep, to give her strength and courage and tenacity in the face of adversity. On the right bicep is the rune Nauthiz for endurance survival and determination. On the back of her neck is a rune to ward off evil, Alqiz.<br><br>Her lover was not young however and succumbed to a nasty cold one winter, leaving her alone again. In all of her thirty years, she has never felt so alone. She now wanders in search of meaning for her life.<br><br>Combat: Hilde is primarily an archer, and a close melee fighter with a dagger and hand axe if she must. She is strong and fast, and shows no mercy to anyone seeking to kill her. She does favor distance however if she can.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Valhalla Fallen [OOC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MiraMirror</strong> on <strong>22-11-2014, 02:35:09</strong>
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				And I believe that leaves Caehlim to post... I should be able to post the IC up after work (ETA of 3 hours or so), so look forward to (or dread) that.&nbsp; -w-
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				Title: <strong>Re: Valhalla Fallen [OOC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Verasaille</strong> on <strong>22-11-2014, 02:37:16</strong>
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				I am excited!!!&nbsp; ;D ;D ;D ;D
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				Title: <strong>Re: Valhalla Fallen [OOC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caehlim</strong> on <strong>22-11-2014, 03:04:20</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i425.photobucket.com/albums/pp340/daggeroflath/MarcusHedbrandh_zps7517f62e.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> <em>Saga</em><br><br><strong>Personality:</strong> <em>If you can make friends easily, there's always someone with a fire and meal for you. So Saga seems bright, cheerful and easy to befriend. In actual fact he finds it very hard to trust people or have genuine friendships though. <br><br>Without real friends, his best friends are the gods, with whom he converses frequently. Of course to anyone else he's just talking to a rock or a bird or the thin air, but he knows that the gods are listening. They don't speak back directly either but he knows he'll see signs of what they want. He usually doesn't talk to the gods in front of other people though, since they often see it as blasphemous. The gods have never complained to him about it though, so he assumes they're happy with him talking to them. This is his attitude towards all dealings with the gods, he's not afraid to blaspheme because he assumes that the gods would let him know if they were unhappy. He genuinely believes in them wholeheartedly though.<br><br>Saga is confident and motivated, he goes for what he wants and doesn't ever really regard anything as impossible. It's just a matter of keeping on trying until you find a solution.</em><br><br><strong>Appearance:</strong> <em>As pictured, though with less modern clothing.</em><br><br><strong>Gender:</strong> <em>Male</em><br><br><strong>Race:</strong> <em>Human</em><br><br><strong>History: </strong> <em>Saga was the son of a Jarl from a small village but when he was young a more powerful king claimed him as a ward in order to have a hostage to force his father's loyalty. When he was about twelve his father fell in battle though and another man replaced him as Jarl. Things looked bad and Saga knew that if he wasn't useful as a hostage he would probably end up dead himself soon enough. So he fell back on his greatest skill and lied. He claimed that with the death of his supposed father he didn't have to keep the secret anymore and "admitted" that he was actually the son of Braggi, the poet god, who had seduced his mother into spending a night with him. Delivering this bluff with enough conviction allowed him to at least generate enough confusion with the king to allow him to slip away in the night while the king pondered this claim.<br><br>With nothing for him in his old home town, Saga wandered the world finding ways to survive wherever he could. Lying was his most common stock in trade, though sneaking about, stealing or the occasional bit of pickpocketing helped as well. Eventually he started studying the mystics and oracles he saw and took up fortune-telling as a profession, casting rune-stones to see the future. He believes that he can see the future, but lies because most people aren't ready to know what's in store for them. He picked up a lot of knowledge of different mystical arts. When he's thirsty he can read the future in the dregs at the bottom of a cup, when he's hungry he can read the entrails of a sacrificial animal that he will dispose of safely so as not to anger the gods, when he's tired he can see the future in his dreams as long as he sleeps in a comfortable warm bed.<br><br>Eventually though the world started turning darker and people were less confident in his reassurances that the future would be bright and everyone would be happy ever after. He started to worry that people would stop believing him. Instead though he ran into the opposite problem. A powerful man (need some GM feedback on who this could be) believed in him so greatly that he hired Saga to find out what had befallen the world and how it could be fixed. Taking the money and running wasn't an option though, this man was powerful enough that betraying him would probably see Saga executed. So he's taken on the job and he'll manage it... somehow. In the meanwhile being on a quest to save the world is a great line to get people to help chip in with resources or a place to stay.</em><br><br><strong>Combat:</strong> <em>The world is full of warriors and doesn't need another one to steal the glory from everyone else. There's enough death in the world without killing more people, let's try talking this through. Besides, he has sworn a vow of non-violence to Freya for the wisdom of the runes. (Okay, he's just a coward... but he won't tell anyone that). However in his study of mysticism he's learned a lot of herbalism and secret tricks of medicine, he's actually quite good at tending to injuries.</em><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Valhalla Fallen [OOC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caehlim</strong> on <strong>22-11-2014, 03:05:45</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=217990.msg10718859#msg10718859">Quote from: ThatOneShrroth on 22-11-2014, 02:35:09</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">And I believe that leaves Caehlim to post... I should be able to post the IC up after work (ETA of 3 hours or so), so look forward to (or dread) that.&nbsp; -w-</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Done. And looking forward to it.<br><br>Sounds like everything is okay with Saga?
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				Title: <strong>Re: Valhalla Fallen [OOC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MiraMirror</strong> on <strong>22-11-2014, 03:42:19</strong>
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				Saga checks out just fine. You're all awesome! ^^<br><br>Edit/Update: The IC is now up. This is where you all will end up meeting!&nbsp; Somehow, you've made your ways to Inand, the Kingdom of Harvests.&nbsp; The scene is an almost magical sight to behold, taking place in a moonlit field of grass and beautiful flowers, shining with moisture and beams of moonlight.&nbsp; One way or another, you've all found your way to this spot...Now what happens?<br><br>(By the way, you can click the picture in the IC to enlarge it to its full size. It's quite a beauty.)
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				Title: <strong>Re: Valhalla Fallen [OOC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Verasaille</strong> on <strong>22-11-2014, 08:45:00</strong>
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				I see people on foot, are we all supposed to be walking? I do have a horse. But I can be leading her full of packs of some kind if I have to. And is there a village or is this just an open field.<br><br>Forgive all these questions, new to this.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Valhalla Fallen [OOC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Angie</strong> on <strong>22-11-2014, 08:46:11</strong>
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				I suspect open field, for now. You can ride your horse if you like. Dawn had one. Then she had to kill it&nbsp; :'(
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				Title: <strong>Re: Valhalla Fallen [OOC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MiraMirror</strong> on <strong>22-11-2014, 08:52:31</strong>
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				It's a massive open field, so horses are perfectly fine.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Valhalla Fallen [OOC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>selfexiled</strong> on <strong>23-11-2014, 02:45:45</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Durien Morlin <br><br><strong>Personality:</strong> Quiet, reserved, a thinker. Though completely opposite of his current profession. Listens to both sides of the conflict and takes to the one that life experience has taught him is best. Social drinker that puts many 'daily drinkers' to shame, he tends to open up more after a few pints. But he seems to have multiple personalities for on occasion he turns from caring, laughing, and well normal to cold, unfeeling stone of emotion.<br><br><strong>Appearance:</strong> Not a stand out guy by any means, his deep auburn hair is just barely long enough to pull into a ponytail. For being 30yrs old he still can barely grow a beard often left with a thin mustache and a bit more than a south patch on his chin. But his eyes, emerald blue with a gold ring around the pupil hold a strong gaze if ever there was one. At just under six feet and more lithe than stout he doesn't cut the greatest shadow in the light either, but every bit is muscle taut and ready to spring. Without a shirt one can see his torso, front and back, covered in decorative runic tattoos.<br><br><strong>Gender:</strong> male<br><strong>Race:</strong> Human<br><strong>Picture:</strong> (http://i.imgur.com/OROPi0u.jpg)<br><br><strong>History:</strong> Durien was born into a simple family. With no claim even to the land they worked, but they were happy. Still Durien was found by wanderlust and eventually left home to wander the world. He came across an old druid of sorts whom it seemed was a pariah among his own for his declarations of future events. Durien though, young in the ways of the world believed him and being of a completely kind heart still offered to help him in his cause. This led to several years of tutelage under the old man. Leading to his current skill as a fighter and the many tattoos covering his body.<br>The old druid was older than he appeared and passed on to the other plain near 8yrs ago now. In these past years Durien found odd jobs and a sell-sword, a bouncer and currently a miner. Oddly enough his time with the druid did make him sensitive to what little 'magic' the world had and knew something was wrong when Asgard fell but didn't know what. Amongst the mass of purely decorative runes covering him there were five that actually meant anything. But whether or not there was ever any real power to them Durien couldn't say. <br>But the runes of Nauthiz, Thurisaz, Algiz, Uruz, and Tyr were placed about his body to enhance him in combat. Nauthiz is meant for endurance and survival while Thurisaz and Algiz are meant for defense and shielding against evil. Uruz is meant to enhance strength and speed. While Tyr is meant as homage to the war god himself.<br><br><strong>Combat:</strong> Competent in most all weapons Durien breaks the common mold and uses a weighted staff most often but will quickly drop it and use his bare hands if the space for a staff is not available. Hence why his gloves have a iron strip across the knuckles (which he added himself.)
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Valhalla Fallen [OOC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MiraMirror</strong> on <strong>23-11-2014, 03:16:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Literally, the only thing I'm wary about are the runes, since that might step on the other rune-user's toes due to being so similar.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Valhalla Fallen [OOC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Verasaille</strong> on <strong>23-11-2014, 03:20:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Oh my goodness what a scary picture!! I don't think I would consider that one even sane much less let him near Hilde!! 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Valhalla Fallen [OOC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>selfexiled</strong> on <strong>23-11-2014, 03:22:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Then they can be simply cosmetic I have no problem with that. Usually runes or wards have to infused with magic as they are being made to work. So since there really was none at their creation there will be none. Easy peasy.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Valhalla Fallen [OOC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MiraMirror</strong> on <strong>23-11-2014, 05:34:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Nice, juicy GM post coming soon!<br><br>I do hope that these posts are acceptable! ^^;
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Valhalla Fallen [OOC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Verasaille</strong> on <strong>23-11-2014, 08:18:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Nice post, I will work on mine. so I am going to go with the runes as being passive unless she feels a need to invoke them with some appropriate word. Will you be making some kind of ruling on how effective it is and what adverse effect it has on her?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Valhalla Fallen [OOC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MiraMirror</strong> on <strong>23-11-2014, 08:23:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I won't make a solid rule, but I trust players to gauge the power level of what they're doing, and react accordingly.&nbsp; I see no reason to inflict punishments that can simply be done via roleplaying, if that makes sense.&nbsp; The general rule of thumb is that the more consecutive uses of a spell you use, or the more powerful the spell/effect is, the more it will tire you. Do it enough times in a short period of time, and you <em>will</em> end up going unconscious, not to mention you'd be introducing a very large amount of Aether into your bloodstream.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Valhalla Fallen [OOC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MiraMirror</strong> on <strong>23-11-2014, 08:38:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				To clarify, the woman is not eating dirt right now. She's on her knees, staring down at the dirt. She seems conscious, as her eyes are still open, but she's not responding to anything right now.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Valhalla Fallen [OOC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Angie</strong> on <strong>23-11-2014, 08:39:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I'll do a post in the morning.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Valhalla Fallen [OOC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>selfexiled</strong> on <strong>23-11-2014, 17:13:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Damn I just realized I meant to give Durien an accent.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Valhalla Fallen [OOC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Angie</strong> on <strong>23-11-2014, 18:44:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Heh. Dawn votes we rest for the night by the fire, who agrees?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Valhalla Fallen [OOC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>23-11-2014, 23:05:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				So, I'm a bit confused about the weather. Is there snow on the ground, or isn't there?&nbsp; ???
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Valhalla Fallen [OOC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MiraMirror</strong> on <strong>23-11-2014, 23:06:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				There is most definitely no snow on the ground. Did I accidentally type that there was, by chance?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Valhalla Fallen [OOC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>23-11-2014, 23:08:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Caehlim's post mentioned "thick snow drifts", so I'm just confused. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Valhalla Fallen [OOC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Verasaille</strong> on <strong>23-11-2014, 23:16:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Reading the description, I took it to be merely wet grass, with dew falling. This might make it difficult to start and maintain a fire, since everything would be wet. Might need clarification though.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Valhalla Fallen [OOC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Angie</strong> on <strong>23-11-2014, 23:32:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I can edit in Dawn doing her best to make an area dry.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Valhalla Fallen [OOC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Verasaille</strong> on <strong>24-11-2014, 00:26:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I am liking this so far, I think we still have a few who have not posted yet. Is it all right to keep posting in reply to what is happening? I do not want to rush things.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Valhalla Fallen [OOC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MiraMirror</strong> on <strong>24-11-2014, 00:53:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As long as it's out of combat, feel free to react and banter! I'll make GM posts when we go through posting cyclea.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Valhalla Fallen [OOC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Angie</strong> on <strong>24-11-2014, 01:23:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Slight comment-Dawn's armor is likely layer upon layer of cloth, since she had to pack light when she went on the run. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Valhalla Fallen [OOC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Verasaille</strong> on <strong>24-11-2014, 01:49:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I enjoyed writing that, and yes horses will actually do that. I raised a few years ago.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Valhalla Fallen [OOC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MiraMirror</strong> on <strong>24-11-2014, 09:03:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Have we already gone through another cycle of posting? You guys are awesome. ^^<br><br>I'll pump out a post tomorrow, okay?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Valhalla Fallen [OOC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Verasaille</strong> on <strong>24-11-2014, 09:06:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Has everyone posted? I seem to have missed something? (scratches head)<br><br>Edit: went back through, Izaya has only posted once. But yes I think we all posted once anyway.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Valhalla Fallen [OOC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MiraMirror</strong> on <strong>24-11-2014, 09:09:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I just meant that we've gone through a whole cycle after my last GM post so quickly, that's all.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Valhalla Fallen [OOC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MiraMirror</strong> on <strong>24-11-2014, 18:11:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				GM post is up, welcome to your first combat!<br><br>These basic undead have no particularly special qualities, aside from their physical strength and the possibility of transmitting a plethora of diseased by physically attacking.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Valhalla Fallen [OOC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>24-11-2014, 21:08:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Got my post up. I hope it's cool.&nbsp; :-)
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Valhalla Fallen [OOC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Verasaille</strong> on <strong>24-11-2014, 23:27:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Aye, very well done, THM. I am hoping the downed ones stay down... :-\
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Valhalla Fallen [OOC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Angie</strong> on <strong>26-11-2014, 03:31:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I figure Caehlim will post and the most honorable GM will eventually allow us victory over the horde.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Valhalla Fallen [OOC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Verasaille</strong> on <strong>26-11-2014, 03:56:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I think Caehlim was here and gone already! (sighs) maybe tomorrow.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Valhalla Fallen [OOC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caehlim</strong> on <strong>26-11-2014, 09:44:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I'm home.<br><br>Saga is giving the woman some sort of stimulant, to help get her back on her feet. He isn't fighting the undead, but if any get close to him and the warrior-woman, he would try to drag her away from them.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Valhalla Fallen [OOC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MiraMirror</strong> on <strong>26-11-2014, 12:04:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I'll get a GM post out tomorrow, but it might not be up until after I'm off of work (roughly 10:30 PM Central time).&nbsp; Tomorrow's Thanksgiving Eve and the store's going to be ridiculously busy. It's literally <em>the</em> worst night of the year to work, and they've got me on it, naturally. &gt;_&gt;&nbsp; I'll have to pull an all-nighter as well, since there's no way I can get home at 10:30 PM, immediately go to sleep, and wake up at 5:30 in the morning.&nbsp; I'll just nap when I get home on Thanksgiving. =_=;
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Valhalla Fallen [OOC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caehlim</strong> on <strong>26-11-2014, 13:11:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Shrroth, sorry to hear that you're stuck being so busy.<br><br>Have a happy Thanksgiving though. (Sorry I don't know the traditional holiday wishes for that one).
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Valhalla Fallen [OOC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>26-11-2014, 14:32:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				*Offers Shrroth a hug.* That sucks. Stay safe. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Valhalla Fallen [OOC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Angie</strong> on <strong>26-11-2014, 17:39:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Well I suppose there's no sense hiding it now. Hello everyone, I'm Angiejuusan and I'll be your Co-GM for the evening.<br><br>Name: Goes by "Diana" among mortals-easier for their mouths to pronounce<br>Personality: Compassionate and courageous, she embodies the Aesir ideals of hospitality and valor. She will fight all threats, but aid any who seek it.<br>Appearance: The picture is actually pretty good, her hair is just silver instead.<br>Gender: Female<br>Race: Valkyrie<br><br>History: She was known as the Sister of Mercy. Where the hearts of Men became hard with suffering and hatred, she reminded them of compassion and mercy. In her mortal guise, she wandered Midgard as a weak, frail old woman, dependent on the kindness of others. Even when she was the 'active' sister, her martial prowess was tempered with compassion. Redemption was always offered, but when it was denied, judgment was swift-she was no pacifist, merely a merciful warrior.<br><br>That has changed.<br><br>The death of Odin created a powerful wave of resonance that shattered Diana's mortal shell and left her crippled and weak. She wanders, just as weak as she was as a mortal, and she wanders without vision, without thought, without hope.<br><br>Odin is gone.<br><br>That is all Diana knows. The scream of Odin's last breath echos in her mind. This cannot happen. This cannot be! Without Odin, without the All-Father, there is no reason for her to be. Her purpose is gone, her reason to live shattered. She is on the verge of just stopping altogether.<br><br>Combat: She is a master archer and skilled with the large, two-handed battle ax of her people. However, she will only fight alongside those she deems worthy-others get to enjoy her shouting advice and encouragement.<br><br>Picture: http://fc03.deviantart.net/fs50/f/2009/292/c/d/Valkyrie_by_midoriharada.jpg (It's a little big so I left it as a hyperlink)
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Valhalla Fallen [OOC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>selfexiled</strong> on <strong>26-11-2014, 19:40:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				It's ok I won't be home at all for thanksgiving. Got to stand duty. Active duty submariner here. I get to eat military food for thanksgiving...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Valhalla Fallen [OOC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Angie</strong> on <strong>26-11-2014, 19:41:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I am so, so, so sorry. I had an MRE once. The actual entree (I think it was Salisbury Steak) was horrid. <br><br>The cheesy crackers were okay though.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Valhalla Fallen [OOC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>selfexiled</strong> on <strong>26-11-2014, 19:46:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Hahahahaha, no MREs here but it is food bought in bulk by the government and cooked by well... lets leave it at this, the people who score the lowest on the ASVAB are usually the cooks.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Valhalla Fallen [OOC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Verasaille</strong> on <strong>26-11-2014, 19:47:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Hey Angie! That is great and I hope we can live up to the legends!<br><br><br>TOS, I will pray for you and I know you will be fine. Remember too much stress is not good. Try to get enough sleep to get you through things.<br><br>I am ready to face the challenges!
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Valhalla Fallen [OOC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Angie</strong> on <strong>28-11-2014, 20:40:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I approve, exiled.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Valhalla Fallen [OOC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MiraMirror</strong> on <strong>28-11-2014, 20:43:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I really need to make a DM stamp of approval...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Valhalla Fallen [OOC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>selfexiled</strong> on <strong>28-11-2014, 22:35:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Alright I got the rum and the coke. Let's kill zombies!!!!
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Valhalla Fallen [OOC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MiraMirror</strong> on <strong>28-11-2014, 22:36:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Braaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaains. Waiting on the others to post as well, so I don't skip people who might've wanted to react.<br><br>Edit: I think that'd leave Caehlim, unless I'm mistaken? Great posts so far, guys. ^^
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Valhalla Fallen [OOC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Verasaille</strong> on <strong>28-11-2014, 22:50:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Ah yes the one main problem with multiple peeps in a thread. Waiting on others to post. No matter as I am enjoying it all so far.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Valhalla Fallen [OOC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>selfexiled</strong> on <strong>29-11-2014, 00:41:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				In that case we shall follow traditional Nordic tale protocol, while we wait... more drinks!! I gots plenty of rum and yager.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Valhalla Fallen [OOC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MiraMirror</strong> on <strong>29-11-2014, 00:42:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I fear for everyone around me on the day I get my alcohol cherry popped. :|
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Valhalla Fallen [OOC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>selfexiled</strong> on <strong>29-11-2014, 00:44:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				It's my experience that you only need to go crazy once or twice to find your limit then if you may attention from that point on you can have a great time and still remember it the next day.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Valhalla Fallen [OOC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Verasaille</strong> on <strong>29-11-2014, 00:46:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Drinking until you get sick is not my idea of fun. Yes I indulge occasionally, but not like it's everyday. A holiday always gives me an excuse to spike the eggnog or the apple cider. But it is just a way to relax and chill out a little bit.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Valhalla Fallen [OOC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MiraMirror</strong> on <strong>29-11-2014, 00:49:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				No no, I understand that.&nbsp; I only meant to say that I imagine I'd have a low tolerance, so I'd probably get drunk far too easily.&nbsp; I also think I'd probably be the "cling to your leg and never let go" kind of drunk people. &gt;.&gt;;
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Valhalla Fallen [OOC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>selfexiled</strong> on <strong>29-11-2014, 00:50:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Hahahahaha, well everyone's weak at the beginning. It's not a bad thing.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Valhalla Fallen [OOC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Verasaille</strong> on <strong>29-11-2014, 01:12:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				It is far easier if you don't want to be sick is to try something like a little glass of wine after dinner or a cold beer after eating some nice salty snacks. Remember to have food with it or it will make you horribly sick if you are not used to it.<br><br>As in all things, moderation is key to enjoyment.<br><br>Reminds me of this old song. Forgive my musical bent!<br><br>https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k2Uk696jNGA
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Valhalla Fallen [OOC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MiraMirror</strong> on <strong>29-11-2014, 22:55:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I was working on a post earlier today, but I ran out of time and had to go to work. There should be one done by the end of the night, though.<br><br>Edit: Post is up! Had to let the NPCs show off just a bit, though combat scenes are most certainly not my forte. &gt;.&lt;;
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Valhalla Fallen [OOC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Verasaille</strong> on <strong>30-11-2014, 08:46:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				What is that you had at the bottom? I have no idea what it means?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Valhalla Fallen [OOC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MiraMirror</strong> on <strong>30-11-2014, 08:48:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				It's just a visual version of what she said.&nbsp; The words Raes spoke aren't in common tongue, and so, none of your characters would understand it.<br><br>OOC, it means: "By my words, I invoke the raging winds to rend my enemies' flesh...Pierce!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Valhalla Fallen [OOC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Verasaille</strong> on <strong>30-11-2014, 09:02:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Ah ok thanks, I liked your post by the way. It gave me a giggle. I had to think of how to phrase it. Trying to stay in a sort of dialect. It might be coming off more Irish or Scott. Maybe I better quit and just use normal words!!&nbsp; ;D
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Valhalla Fallen [OOC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MiraMirror</strong> on <strong>30-11-2014, 09:04:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I rather liked yours as well, and that last bit of banter was amusing.<br><br>A giant wind blade wrecks the area, nearly cutting the flirtatious noble and the archer.<br><br>"...Is she yours?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Valhalla Fallen [OOC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Angie</strong> on <strong>01-12-2014, 22:23:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Most minor of nitpicks, Caeh-Dawn's shouting orders, not the Valkyrie. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Valhalla Fallen [OOC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>02-12-2014, 03:37:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				So, I'm curious. Can we get an estimate as to how many Corpses have been killed, and how many are still active? 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Valhalla Fallen [OOC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MiraMirror</strong> on <strong>02-12-2014, 03:40:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				You've all killed quite a lot, and don't worry, combat's over on my next post. =P
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Valhalla Fallen [OOC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>02-12-2014, 03:49:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Glad to hear it. This was starting to remind me of grinding in a video game. XD
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Valhalla Fallen [OOC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MiraMirror</strong> on <strong>02-12-2014, 03:53:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The zombies, they don't stop!
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Valhalla Fallen [OOC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MiraMirror</strong> on <strong>02-12-2014, 20:43:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I was pressed for time on the post, so I'll likely add a few more details later on (or in another GM post).
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Valhalla Fallen [OOC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Verasaille</strong> on <strong>02-12-2014, 23:24:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Did we lose someone? I thought we had another fighter in here somewhere?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Valhalla Fallen [OOC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>selfexiled</strong> on <strong>03-12-2014, 02:29:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The wolf guy made like two posts and havent heard from him since
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Valhalla Fallen [OOC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MiraMirror</strong> on <strong>03-12-2014, 04:45:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I'll PM him when I get home, and we'll give him a bit to answer back before I do any major GM posts.<br><br>Edit: I PMed him at about noon, and I am currently awaiting a response. I'll give him four or five days, and if I don't hear back by then, we'll proceed without him.&nbsp; I'll still post as the characters, but it'll be things that don't really progress the plot...In short, small talk.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Valhalla Fallen [OOC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>06-12-2014, 04:17:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				By the way, I'd like to talk about posting orders and rates. I feel like certain players are being left behind by others, and that they are losing out on the chance to interact in certain circumstances. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Valhalla Fallen [OOC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MiraMirror</strong> on <strong>06-12-2014, 04:19:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				By all means, shoot me a PM or just talk about it here if you'd like.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Valhalla Fallen [OOC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Verasaille</strong> on <strong>08-12-2014, 02:44:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sorry if I am rushing things. I assumed the battle is over and we need to meet and greet. Can we assume the camp is where you wanted it to be TOS? I hate to move again and not give others a chance to get a post in.
			</dd>
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