A Cursed Viking [April & Lirliel]
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				Title: <strong>A Cursed Viking [April &amp; Lirliel]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lirliel</strong> on <strong>15-05-2010, 22:42:07</strong>
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				Wulfgar groaned as he heard the knocks on the door, his massive muscled frame slowly lift upwards. He saw the two tankards of ale besides his bed and the large barrel that had gone with it, "..Nnghh", he groaned once more, "I'm coming!", he growled at the door before slipping on his pants. The sheep-skin leather fit snugly around his muscled legs as he wrenched the door open, the smaller innkeep stumbled as he entered. "I ah.. there is a man out her-", "Wulfgar, I knew your father well but since he died before I could give him the satisfaction of a fast death I'll take your soul instead!", the man's hair was bright red, fire almost and his face was scarred.<br><br>Still Wulfgar had heard of the man, his name was Etrosq and he was a well known berserker, it had been common knowledge that his father had nearly slain Etrosq and left him to die. It seems the man wasn't quite as dead as many believed, he wasted no time though going for the viking. Feeling his blood go up Wulfgar walked backwards into the room, a quick sprint and his sword was out. The form, all muscle, no grace, of Etrosq marched in. A bloody face as he hoisted his axe up, charging forward Wulfgar sidestepped. The axe's blade swinging past his head, the large berserker's eyes narrowed as he felt something wet on his chest, then a roar to defy the heavens as he swung the axe again.<br><br>Wulfgar groaned as it hit him, stumbling forward he grabbed a nearby stool, it shattered in one blow of the massive axe, but the blade was trapped and that is what Wulfgar wanted, his sword thrusting forward he pulled Etrosq down, blood flowed down the blade and washed across his face as it exited out the back of the berserker's neck. He growled before pushing the corpse away, "My father was no weakling and neither am I", he spat down at the corpse before clothing himself.<br><br>His blond hair was tied in several braids, amongst his normal hair, one knot for each life he had taken since the curse had hit him. Groaning he tied another, he glanced at the innkeep and tossed the man some more coins. "Sorry about the mess", he said with a smirk, his eyes strong and defiant, his slightly haggard appearance suddenly very much cooler and stronger in age. Dressed in a Huscarls armor he felt the comfortable weight of the armor on his skin. It covered his chest and his upper thighs, around his feet a pair of thick black boots. His arms shielded by two pauldrons fitting snugly over his arms but allowing for enough room to 'breathe'. His helmet dangled from the belt that also held his sword and a pair of throwing axes.<br><br>As Wulfgar stepped into the cold he bit his lip, it was cold here, far colder then he had felt so far. No doubt this is where the 'white witch' lived, he shook his head to the curse and to this world. How such a great warrior, a great leader of men could suddenly fall like this. He pulled the blade free, "By Thor's hammer I will free myself from this curse and bathe this world in the glory of our people", he placed his forehead against the cool metal before standing up again. The blade once more tight in it's sheath as he set off towards the fabled home of the white witch.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Cursed Viking [April &amp; Lirliel]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>April Bouvier</strong> on <strong>16-05-2010, 04:56:19</strong>
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				Name: Lalita Lauma<br>Age: 19<br>Height: 5’4<br>Bio: She is also known as the White Which as many people called her that not knowing her real name. Lalita was considered the most powerful of her kind as she spent her entire life studying magic and perfecting it. She was well known for her ice and dark magic, even more so as she had amazing abilities to heal and un curse the cursed. The reason why she loves her ice magic was she loves the weather to be below freezing, with other people they would die from the extreme cold but to her it was a lovely and easy temperature to live in. <br>Picture:<br><div align="center">(http://i943.photobucket.com/albums/ad279/Calli_Lovette/a7a159cc38807b01c5899b467acb87f3.jpg)<br></div><br>Lalita was sitting out side of her Cabin enjoying the cold weather in nothing but her thin cloth clothes. She sat in a wooden chair with one hand holding a thick spell book. She was reading this book carefully enjoying learning new spells and hexes, this information my be useful to her in the future. Then a moan and groan interrupted her reading, she lifted her head and saw a soul coming her way. Even since she started living on this island she placed a curse on it so every one who die on this island their souls would come to her. That’s one way she became as powerful as she consume souls for her own personal gain, she also thought it was better for them to come to her since they wouldn’t be condemn to hell.&nbsp; Lalita lifted her hand as the tiny soul landed in her palm, it was a angry soul cursing the name Wulfgar over and over again. <br><br>“ Calm yourself spirit” she smiled down at it. The soul did calm down “ I am Etrosq” it responded with her reading its mind&nbsp; “ Oh so you were defeated by a strong man named Wulfgar?” she smirked&nbsp; “well if you wanted your revenge I’ll grant you it at the price of your soul” she smiled. Etrosq accepted the offer instantly, this made her smiled as the whispered a spell transforming the soul it a beast of snow. “ Hurry before my spell where’s off “ she said. The yeti looking creature with Etrosq’s soul nodded and went off in search of Wulfgar. Lalita was pleased with herself she could have taken the man souls already, but doing this would make things so much more interesting. By Reading the mind of the soul she knew this man Wulfgar who had killed Etrosq was cursed and was here for her. She was thinking to her self as she wondered if she would help him or not, it he where to defeat her ice Yeti then maybe she will. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Cursed Viking [April &amp; Lirliel]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lirliel</strong> on <strong>18-05-2010, 18:11:27</strong>
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				Wulfgar pulled the bearskin cloak further around him. The mighty cloak had shielded him from the worst of the cold, but now it blew harder and stronger then before. "I will not relent!", he howled towards the winds, who only backed down at him more. He wished they were a foe he could destroy, a beast of some kind. He shook his head, such thoughts were folly. Still he moved towards the pass, he could already see it up ahead.<br><br>He breathed a sign of relief when a cave came into view as well, it was a choice now. To push on towards the pass, or hope it was still open tomorrow. Breathing deeply he captured his flask, the warmth of the liquid put a new fire in his limbs and he marched on. His feet leaving holes in the snow as he plodded along, perhaps unaware of the creature flanking him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Cursed Viking [April &amp; Lirliel]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>April Bouvier</strong> on <strong>19-05-2010, 22:55:55</strong>
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				The yeti beast was stalking Wulfgar with murderous intent. It hides in the snow, as it was perfectly camouflage, it watch Wulfgar and gritted it’s teeth. Using the loud winds to mute the sound of its feet moving and crunching in the snow, it snuck up behind Wulfgar ready to strike him down and get it’s revenge. <br><br>Mean while back at her cabin she still sat outside reading her book, it was a straight shot there from where Wulfgar was. It shouldn’t be hard to find since most of the landscape there was mostly flat with, there was no where for it to hide since it was out in the open. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Cursed Viking [April &amp; Lirliel]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lirliel</strong> on <strong>07-06-2010, 05:54:24</strong>
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				(Sorry for not posting!)<br><br>Wulfgar however had not danced his way through a thousand battles without being aware of his surroundings, while the howling winds that battered him did take the edge off he heard a crunch sound, one that was clearly a creature sinking down through the snow. He drew his sword slowly, careful to not let the beast see. "Come and take me", he whispered under his breath, the bearskin cloak whipped backwards again but this time it wasn't a drink that fueled Wulfgar's legs and arms, it was the promise of combat.
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