Clan Volknir
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Roleplay posts: 33
Registered: Jul 24, 2017 9:51:26 GMT -8
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Post by Clan Volknir on Aug 21, 2017 21:45:30 GMT -8
The virgin warriors were pierced, the arrows proving to be their bane. The timing of the sneak-attack was without flaw. They dropped like stones into a river only breathless gasps of surprise as the arrows pierced their mail. To foolish to even understand their doom. In another man's words, they were shit at dying.
The Veteran however was another story. There was nothing to be done, four arrows entering him at once... Might as well been the hand of the gods themselves that plucked him from life. He took them with a grunt and his grip on the rope didn't release. The man died fast, but he died spitefully cursing the green-horns for their incompetence but holding solace in the fact he had died doing his duty. He rung the bell with the weight of his lifeless body and cold grip on the rope. It was a single loud tone but it was enough.When others would later come to handle the dead, they would find his corpse still clutching that rope in a literal "death-grip".
Within the settlement, those nearer the edge heard the call, the alarm bell rung. An attack was coming. All looked to the bridge, a confused expression. They waited for another ring, sounds of battle, anything. It was a woman, the wife of the very veteran who set the bell to work, who reacted first. She shouted loudly, "We're under attack!" the people once confused instantly set to spreading the word and preparing for combat. Many of the men simply needed their mail, many didn't waste the time of putting it on, grabbing shield and spear and axe and running toward the bridge with haste. Most of the men were already armed.
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The Hordes
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Roleplay posts: 23
Physical Description: An NPC account for posting monsters and other fun creatures.
Registered: Aug 20, 2017 21:45:14 GMT -8
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Post by The Hordes on Aug 21, 2017 21:46:22 GMT -8
The Bell rang... the old-bastard died stuborn...Begrudgingly so, yet it made their task much harder. The archers moved quickly. three on each side moved at low crouch to the far sides of the ridge line, and began throwing ropes over the edges... another six lines further away from the bridge.
The savages growled with cannabalistic hunger as they made their way up the ropes. They all were pleased the sneaks had failed in their task, no matter what Grom commanded. They moved swiftly, barely armored... Yet these men had something far more important to wear than armor.
With hand axes, sheild and the occasonal sword they sprinted across the gap, not as you might have expected a group of wild men to move... for they did not speak... Or ungulate any noise... Their sprinting boots against the wet ground were all that would be heard as they made their way in...
Grom spat, roaring loud enough to be heard by the settlement , the bloody archers had failed in their task. No matter... Moments bought were moments used.
" Soole! Send the wargs, then the archers... and then the line men."
Soole , a eel of a man with blue lips looked at his leader, only bowing his bald lumpy head before riding off to give the command.
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Clan Volknir
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Roleplay posts: 33
Registered: Jul 24, 2017 9:51:26 GMT -8
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Post by Clan Volknir on Aug 21, 2017 21:47:23 GMT -8
The first responders saw the men well enough, several different men shouted the same thing, "SHIELD WALL!" The fastest man slid to stop and slammed their shields to the ground. The shield wall of only about thirty-five armorless men formed around the first. Spears, broad, and sharp and unforgiving protruded ready to take the brunt of the attack
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Jarl Abjorn Volknir
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Roleplay posts: 19
Age: 49
Registered: Jul 24, 2017 9:20:27 GMT -8
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Post by Jarl Abjorn Volknir on Aug 21, 2017 21:48:54 GMT -8
Meanwhile word of the attack, not to mention the angry howl, had reached Abjorn and angry scowl ran across his face, his nose winkled into a growl. The roar was all too familiar. He stood from the feast and marched into the hall. With speed and a bit of anger he readied for battle. The best fighters of the Volknir readied themselves as well. Experienced aged fighters rallied around Abjorn as he exited his hall, fully equipped in his armor and helm. An aura of malice and righteous-fury emanated off of the old Jarl
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Eldsins
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Roleplay posts: 7
Physical Description: Currently in the hands of Jarl Abjorn Volknir; it is in the form a massive Carolingian, with a black leather grip, golden pummel and cross guard. The gold is etched with viking knots.
Registered: Aug 7, 2017 23:15:42 GMT -8
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Post by Eldsins on Aug 21, 2017 21:55:43 GMT -8
Eldsins began to stir. Summoning its power in response to Abjorn's rage. In Abjorn's hand his massive blade began to ignite, its fire sleepily spreading from tang to tip. The spirit within the blade was smiling. It was all too rare that Abjorn found true need of her anymore, the promise of the battle to come got her juices flowing.
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Eyla Volknir
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Roleplay posts: 33
Age: 26
Physical Description: =====
Wavy red hair frames her sharp poignant features. Her brilliant green eyes seem to glow amongst the contrast of her fiery hair and pale skin. Her deceptively light frame is adorned well with toned muscles.
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Clothes and Equipment: http://i.imgur.com/VfV80Lc.png
The picture shows her equipment well however, if she on horseback she will (normally) have a lance. Of course she has a full helm as well. Its adorned with the same scroll work as her armor and simple crest of long blue horse hair that flows from the top of her helmet to the small of her back.
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Player's online availability : Erratically, though at least daily
Registered: Jul 14, 2017 13:19:15 GMT -8
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Post by Eyla Volknir on Aug 21, 2017 21:57:31 GMT -8
Eyla, in nothing but her wedding gown threw Fenris a look, something between anger and apology, and rose to prepare for the fight herself. She didn't have time to equipped full armor but would, with the help of a servant equip her cuirass and gauntlets. She placed her helm on her crown and her feet in boots meant for fighting. She set out, hopefully with Fenris right behind her.
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Fenris
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Roleplay posts: 256
Registered: May 5, 2015 12:22:19 GMT -8
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Post by Fenris on Aug 21, 2017 23:14:46 GMT -8
He had not expected this, and her look of apology almost hurt him. It was not her fault, and though he had not cared much for the pomp and circumstance he knew women put much more stock in such things.They had ruined their day, and for that simple reason he would seek a terrible vengeance... He cracked his neck and began a slow measured stride that gradually picked up in briskness, his presence adopting a cold buisiness like demeanor, though tinted with wrath.
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The Hordes
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Roleplay posts: 23
Physical Description: An NPC account for posting monsters and other fun creatures.
Registered: Aug 20, 2017 21:45:14 GMT -8
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Post by The Hordes on Aug 21, 2017 23:41:54 GMT -8
The savage berserkers lived up to their stolen name... and simply flung them selves 'at' the spears... What happened next would be whispered in the halls of vahlaha for many feast.
As the Spear pierced the bodies of the Wildmen... They chopped wildly at the wooden wall... The splayed flesh and pierced torsos slowled them only in motion. A bitter cold crept through the shafts of the soilders spears... and faint light came from the gaps in the sheild wall... Like blue flames flickering. The thrashing did not cease! Hands pawed at the gaps in sheilds, ripping and tearing at anything they could grab. They tore at the wall like wolves tore at steel trap... soon the limbs would snap and they would be free. When spear found purchase in flesh, it was if the men if they could be referred to as such did not feel it, and indeed they did not.They moved heedless of whatever carnage the defenders reaped amongst their ranks, insastiable in their madness.
From the other side of the bridge they came... Wargs , tall as horses , and likely faster. Their claws tore at the earth as they hurled them selves forward... one at atime across the bridge...
They soon caught the second wave of berserkers getting ready to toss them selves at the spears. It was as if they fought over who was lanced by the steel first...they fought over the right to die; at least that is what a normal man might see.
But Grom was no man...and these creatures could hardly be called men either...
The air crackled like fire as it grew cold around the shield wall, colder still as frost began to slither down the spears, burning gloved hands, ice caked the backs of the shields as blood ran down them... blood that seemed to be on blue fire. The blood splintered off casting frost everywhere it touched.
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Clan Volknir
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Roleplay posts: 33
Registered: Jul 24, 2017 9:51:26 GMT -8
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Post by Clan Volknir on Aug 21, 2017 23:44:03 GMT -8
Something was clearly wrong. Several of the men released their spears, screams and curses following the motions. "Spears it! Circle!" Those who still had spears withdrew them and the men closed their formation into a full solid dome of wood, tightly wound, no gaps to snake into, no vision. One man, more a boy than a man, was a hair slow... and would suffer for it... A hand snaked under and grabbed the boys ankle with a sickening snap. The twisted arm was cracked, blue fire under charred black blue skin illuminating the terror as he was ripped out form under his own shield. Some of the Volknir warriors grabbed the boy but there was no hope. the screams easily entered the woods as he was torn apart...Not by blades.. But teeth. The hole the boys death left quickly closed. Their formation secure but helpless. It seemed all the worse however as the spears sodden with blood and gore were ablaze with the blue frost fire. Those few that would be considered veterans frowned at the vision.
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Jarl Abjorn Volknir
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Roleplay posts: 19
Age: 49
Registered: Jul 24, 2017 9:20:27 GMT -8
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Post by Jarl Abjorn Volknir on Aug 21, 2017 23:57:04 GMT -8
Abjorn now at the edge of the settlement was followed closely by the bulk of his forces, even Eyla's knights, on moose back, were with him. the War-Moose were slightly larger than typical Moose, bred specifically for war. They were not as fast as horses, but their antlers and weight lent them power making them considerably more aggressive. In addition they would be armored in plates and mail, their horns coated in steel and sharpened to fine points. In addition about 50 men were guarding those who were too weak, too drunk, or too young to fight.
Abjorn watched in horror as the berserkers hammered at the vanguard's formation. They were completely on the defensive. Worse was the blue flames coating one side of the formation. Abjorn's fury was palpable at the sight. Despite the rage he already knew what else was to come, and it was easily seen. Worgs crossing the bridge. A fury that could wipe out ten men each. More if the men panicked. This was an old well known enemy. An enemy he, in his old age, had grew lax in defending against.
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Eldsins
New
Roleplay posts: 7
Physical Description: Currently in the hands of Jarl Abjorn Volknir; it is in the form a massive Carolingian, with a black leather grip, golden pummel and cross guard. The gold is etched with viking knots.
Registered: Aug 7, 2017 23:15:42 GMT -8
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Post by Eldsins on Aug 22, 2017 0:02:20 GMT -8
Edlsins fed off Abjorn's fury. She gathered more power, it's flames growing hotter. The spirit in the blade was grinning. She whispered in Abjorn's ear a soft cheery voice, "You knew this day would come. You tried to pretend it wouldn't. Yet here we are," she giggled, "I'm yours Abjorn, I'm the only defense you need, the only offense. Let us burn our enemies, yes?"
As expected Abjorn's reply was little more than a grunt.
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Eyla Volknir
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Roleplay posts: 33
Age: 26
Physical Description: =====
Wavy red hair frames her sharp poignant features. Her brilliant green eyes seem to glow amongst the contrast of her fiery hair and pale skin. Her deceptively light frame is adorned well with toned muscles.
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Clothes and Equipment: http://i.imgur.com/VfV80Lc.png
The picture shows her equipment well however, if she on horseback she will (normally) have a lance. Of course she has a full helm as well. Its adorned with the same scroll work as her armor and simple crest of long blue horse hair that flows from the top of her helmet to the small of her back.
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Player's online availability : Erratically, though at least daily
Registered: Jul 14, 2017 13:19:15 GMT -8
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Post by Eyla Volknir on Aug 22, 2017 0:20:26 GMT -8
Eyla was on foot with beside her father, a simple two handed great sword in hand, no shield to be seen, the blue dress she was wed in adding bright color to the dull grey of her armor and helm. She looked to her father waiting on his command. Unlike earlier there was a strange calm about her. Battle. It was what she lived for, what she trained for, what she was meant for. Her green eyes glared at the ongoing brutality. One warrior was literally ripped apart by the... Monsters that were assaulting the settlement. Her home. Her people. Her family. A rage all to similar to her father's began to grow within her. Unlike her father though it was tempered, more disciplined. It was a tamed beast while her father's ran wild.
===== The following was written by Fenris, I will be posting proxy for Fenris for the moment. =====
Fenris had followed, and looked to Eyla as he stepped close to her, almost territoriality. He was not going to let her get too far if he could help it. He too wielded a great-sword, a Zweihander, though it was strange. He had not gotten it from the armory, and had simply apparently had it all along. What was more, the weapon was seamless, as if it was all formed from a single material, yet the substance of its make seemed strange. The blade was somewhat clear yet shiny, sometimes as black as mid-night and other times as bright as moon-light. He held quicksilver in his hands the "Laevatein" as it was known in legend. The Zweihander like design however featured a blade more akin to a krieg-messer, with a serrated back-edge. It was long and a bit more slender than a typical "Field-Sword". He stepped forward from Eyla's left flank bringing the blade at his left side extending outward.
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The Hordes
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Roleplay posts: 23
Physical Description: An NPC account for posting monsters and other fun creatures.
Registered: Aug 20, 2017 21:45:14 GMT -8
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Post by The Hordes on Aug 22, 2017 16:53:48 GMT -8
The blizzard of fist and axes bit and gnawed violently at the wooden dome. Pounding against it like hail against a ships hull... Wordless screams erupted from the savages covered in blue flame.
Their eyes were missing, burned out by the blue flame, the fire seemed alive inside them, their skin frost burnt from the cold shattering, splinters of light flickered within them. The sheer madness they reveled in as they threw their bodies at the sheilds was enough to unearve most men.
The rocks came next...
The first warg plowed into the spear dome like a tidal wave bearing down on a fishing boat,
the massive animal broke the oaken sheilds and the weilders, rolling as a spear was stuck within its chest. Clawing, thrashing, snaping and shitting everywhere as it refused to die, maiming anything it could get near. The Frost flamed savages tore into anyman left alive, some feeding on the dead heedless of the danger... they sough the lungs for that is what was required!
The second wave struck... they too brust into flames as their brothern hacked at them as often as they did the dying men holding the spear dome....
Wargs raced past, snagging the unluck within their drooling maws... Those unlucky enough to die would have a long death... for warg did not always kill before they.
Several of the monsterous animals raced for the group of men with Abjorns, baying , calling to their brothers. Rocks smashing against the hull of the ship...
Grom' rode behiend the foot men who were now making their way over the bridge....
Sheilds and spears in hand they formed their lines and made ready. Everyone was in place... He would let the panic sink in longer. Let the settlement maranate in fear, piss and blood.
" ARCHERS! LIGHT!" The command echoed. The row of archers lit pitch covered arrows... It would be as if a pack of wolves was staring at the settlement.
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Jarl Abjorn Volknir
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Roleplay posts: 19
Age: 49
Registered: Jul 24, 2017 9:20:27 GMT -8
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Post by Jarl Abjorn Volknir on Aug 22, 2017 16:55:17 GMT -8
Abjorn grimaced. "SHIELDS!" his order echoed across the entire settlement. A wall formed that would protect himself, Eyla and Fenris. Abjorn lowered one shield so he could keep an eye on the field before the arrows flew. His gaze mostly focused on the failing the formation and the Worgs forming up from across the bridge, he was looking for a specific foe. He whispered orders, "Get bows ready to retaliate." No sooner than the order was given did he spot his prey. A deep angry huff escaped him. Surely Grom could feel his angry glare even across the battle.
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Eldsins
New
Roleplay posts: 7
Physical Description: Currently in the hands of Jarl Abjorn Volknir; it is in the form a massive Carolingian, with a black leather grip, golden pummel and cross guard. The gold is etched with viking knots.
Registered: Aug 7, 2017 23:15:42 GMT -8
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Post by Eldsins on Aug 22, 2017 17:02:11 GMT -8
If Eldsins had a face it would be frowning. Bows are a cowards weapons as far as she was concerned. She continued her build of power as she spoke, "There he is, out old foe," she sighed before continuing, "This will be their only volley, we won't let them launch another." a soft giggle echoed in Abjorn's head as the sword knew her suggestion took root.
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The Hordes
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Roleplay posts: 23
Physical Description: An NPC account for posting monsters and other fun creatures.
Registered: Aug 20, 2017 21:45:14 GMT -8
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Post by The Hordes on Aug 22, 2017 17:13:58 GMT -8
The hulking form of Grom would be easily seen in the fire light... for it was much taller than all the others... A monument to the doom of The Volknir.
" Fire over... Hit the homes. Send them fleeing like birds." Grom ordered...
The achers adjusted...
The flame covered savaged twisted throught the homes once the brave thrity five men were devoured.... They sprinted at the force that had gathered with as much unbriadled rage as the animals.
This is when the arrows fell, soaring above the sheild walls protecting Abjorn.
The hiss of fire rolled through the air as the needles rained down. Most of them landing on dry thatched roofs igniting the tinder they were crafted from. Illuminating the battle field. Some landed within the savages, and while some fell, not many did, it seemed only to fuel their bale-hatred as they tore at everything and anything in their path... All sought the man behind the shield wall it seemed, for they no longer moved as crazed berserkers... but as a singular unit, with acute but inexplicable discipline that was in complete contrast with their blood-mad nature. That was when Fenris realized someone or something must have been pulling their strings. It was almost as if some sort of consciousness was suddenly taking direct control of the murderous horde.
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Clan Volknir
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Roleplay posts: 33
Registered: Jul 24, 2017 9:51:26 GMT -8
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Post by Clan Volknir on Aug 22, 2017 17:43:46 GMT -8
When the rain of arrows setting ablaze his settlement Abjorn roared. The shield wall broke their and fifty-seven men aimed their bows at the charging berserkers. Experienced hunters tempered with the fierce new reality of the burning settlement fired their arrows, striking forth like the hand of death himself. Those that didn't fall to the arrows would find the line of warriors more than a challenge. The front lines reformed their wall As they hit shield many spears found a home inside the berserker's heads. Those that leapt over the first line would find the second ready and waiting. The soldiers beat them with their shield rims, slaughtered them with spears and axe. Weapons tainted by the blue flames afterwards were cast aside. Those without shield or spear fell back into the Volknir's forces allowing those who did to stand at the front. Any weapon tainted with the blue flames were abandoned leaving many with sword and axe alone, some where now duel wielding and others had broken out their two handed swords and axes.
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Aeris Volknir
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Roleplay posts: 25
Age: 16
Physical Description: =====
A half-elf by race, nearly a pure elf by looks. Her features are angular, her eyes a flaming amber and her hair a scarlet red. Her body is thin framed but all her muscles are toned and firm.
Clothes and Equipment: =====
Prefers soft dresses. http://i.imgur.com/GXl3HVV.png
A quarter staff she uses as a walking stick is always with her.
Player's online availability : Erratically, though at least daily
Registered: Aug 21, 2017 14:42:33 GMT -8
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Post by Aeris Volknir on Aug 22, 2017 17:54:38 GMT -8
Aeris, had led most of those that could not fight into the safety of an underground shelter. Luckily those that were assigned to guard the shelter, a large stone cellar carefully built away from any building, reported for duty and aided Aeris in her efforts.
Aeris, in the underground shelter with those unable to fight and their guards, could smell the smoke. The battle was raging above them. She sat on the bare stone floor, her wooden shaft in hand. Never before had she wished her abilities to fight were untainted. Alas it was not to be. She looked around at the scared children, bitter old, and few crippled and she feared for their lives and for the family above. With luck, even if the Volknir above were all slaughtered, the shelter would go undetected.
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Jarl Abjorn Volknir
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Roleplay posts: 19
Age: 49
Registered: Jul 24, 2017 9:20:27 GMT -8
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Post by Jarl Abjorn Volknir on Aug 22, 2017 17:56:47 GMT -8
Abjorn bellowed, "CHARGE!" the entirety of his force roared and charged forward finishing off any of the enemy berserkers that stayed alive with extreme prejudice. Bellows of anger and fury were shouted across the battle field as men with shield and spear rushed forward. A wall of men and fury and steel. The Knights moved ahead, their mighty steeds carrying them faster and further than the Volknir's rush. Abjorn was sprinting full at the head of his forces, both hands gripped tight to Eldsins. The blade held to the sky, a flaming beacon to follow.
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Eldsins
New
Roleplay posts: 7
Physical Description: Currently in the hands of Jarl Abjorn Volknir; it is in the form a massive Carolingian, with a black leather grip, golden pummel and cross guard. The gold is etched with viking knots.
Registered: Aug 7, 2017 23:15:42 GMT -8
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Post by Eldsins on Aug 22, 2017 18:02:57 GMT -8
Eldsins build up of power was reaching its peak. "Here we go! Here go," she cheered excitedly to herself as Abjorn charged forward. The army at his back, the enemy at his front. This was what she lived for and her excitement, like her built up power, was almost containable. The blade showed this, the tip of her glowing white hot and fading to a deep glowing orange as the you looked down to her guard.
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