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 18:19:09 GMT -8
Eyla charged forward with her father. Her charge mimicked his perfectly. An angry roar resonated from within her helm. Her heart began to leap and tug against her, the emotions of defending her people now more than ever swelling within her. Temper them, she thought to herself, Keep patient. Keep aware, her training replayed itself in her mind as her and her people charged the threat head on. ===== Fenris =====
Fenris had increased his pace moving with the mounted Knights who quickly gained distance from the horde of Volknir troops. Together they met the worgs head on. Armored moose, knights, and a single angry man met the worgs in a mighty clash. Steel plated horns biting into the flesh of the worgs, knocking them down and throwing their riders away. Lance piercing flesh of worg and rider alike. Fenris moved between them, cleaving massive wounds into the flesh of his "kin" with his massive blade. He cleaved heads, sundered what armor they had and at times left only the lower half of the rider atop the worg. He found himself between two, their attention hard upon the larger threats. With an enraged huff he brought his sword up into the soft belly of one, nearly slicing the beast in half, and down upon the rider of the other, tearing through him and his mount below. In a single swing Fenris had split them both open and slaughtered the riders. Their blood coated the ground upon where Fenris stood. The Knights atop their steeds pressed the battle onward.
The worgs were not behaving as they should. The mere presence of Fenris should have driven them away. An instinctual knowing and understanding of who he was should have been weaved into their bones. It was clear to Fenris that something else was controlling them, urging them to murder and serve their masters in ways that simply should not have been possible.
Fenris moved to catch up with Eyla moving with swiftness not wanting to lose sight of her or get too far. He sensed this battle had a purpose, and they were in turn probably playing into the hands of whoever had caused this conflict. But as of right now nothing could be done but defend themselves. He stepped closer to Eyla's right flank as she caught up to the knights. As the battle raged Fenris set his eyes, golden and trimmed with black, upon the commander of this attack. On the man that forced Fenris to cover his blade in wolf's blood, the blood of his kin.
===== Eyla =====
Eyla had done her best to quicken her pace to stay by her new husband's side. Her own great blade catching a wolf that dared to sneak in a strike whilst her man's attention was focused elsewhere. The beast was already wounded, a nearly severed back leg, but its lunge could have been fatal to Fenris. She stopped it. Her attack was a quick double stroke, one to the neck of the wolf, nearly decapitating it and driving it into the ground. The next aimed to the rider which was knocked off his mount's back with a mighty horizontal sweep, nearly slicing him in half just below the ribs. She moved to stand next to Fenris. Her gaze following his to the obvious leader of the attack. If looks could kill the troll would be dead. She glared with everything she had, her chest and shoulders heaved with each breath she took, and angry snarl or growl trying to root itself in her efforts to catch her breath. However the attack wore on.
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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 18:23:00 GMT -8
It seemed a loss for the wargs, yet they were only a means to an end.
The wargs fought hard, lashing and biting, save for those influnced by some unseen force.
Groms own Warg showed little intrest in what ever was effecting the lesser kin.
" Second volly."
" Sir you'll hit the wargs."
" Did I stutter?" Grom looked at the Human who had spoken to him.
"... ARCHERS! MAKE READY!" The man said after a moment.
" LINE MEN, ADVANCE!" Grom roared.
The linemen, armed with round shields and spears roared together , and began a slow, rhythmic march at the settlement.
" LOOSE!" The arrows flew.
Groom sat relaxed atop his massive worg, the beast was easily larger than a draft horse, though the rider made it seem like a pony.
Towering at seven and half feet tall, covered in leather and mail the Troll was a beast not to be triffled with. His plate helm covered the upper portion of his face and nose, leaving large slits for his eyes, and exposing the lower portion of his face. Mounted ontop of the Helm were two large antlers.
The creatures face was cracked, and blistering . A permanet snarl set his jaw firm. To any he was brute, save for his eyes. They scanned everything, calculated everything... For all that trolls were said to be... Grom was a cut above the rest.
His weapons, unsunal in their manner, a whicked poleaxe and cestus formed of iron strips, blooming into a bucker like sheild.
" I want advancing fire until the last moment." Grom said. " We must buy them time." He stated, his mount paced , it was growing hungry with the scent of blood on the air.
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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 18:32:32 GMT -8
The Volknir charged. They would charge regardless of arrows or obstacles. They had a goal. They had to reach it. They were ready to make their foes pay for their transgressions. To make their steel taste the blood and flesh of their foes. As their might reached their fallen vanguard's position they fist met with their foes. They ran past Eyla and Fenris their foes already all but beaten they moved forward to strike at the enemies lines. Arrows be dammned!
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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 18:36:58 GMT -8
Their leader stopped as his men charged forth around him. His eyes set high upon the sky. None could see what could be described as a wolf's grimace beneath Abjorn's helm but the snarl from him was quite obvious. Abjorn would not let another arrow touch ground. He brought his sword down and behind him and swung toward the sky. Only a single step was missed in the action before his continued his lead of the charge.
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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 18:46:22 GMT -8
Their leader stopped as his men charged forth around him. His eyes set high upon the sky. None could see what could be described as a wolf's grimace beneath Abjorn's helm but the snarl from him was quite obvious. Abjorn would not let another arrow touch ground. He brought his sword down and behind him and swung toward the sky. Only a single step was missed in the action before his continued his lead of the charge. As Abjorn swung the blade Eldsins set her power to work. She roared a terrible sound across the battlefield as she reached out from the blade with fire. A massive tidal wave of infernous affect raced up into the sky illuminating the entire settlement as though the fading sun has changed it's mind. The wave raced along the arrows paths, intercepting them and turning them to ash, only their steel heads remaining a glow with heat. It continued on its path loosing its power as it soared. The waved crashed into the archers and in a flash was gone. the fading sunlight returned to normal. the momentary intense flash of heat upon the archers would have possibly devastating affects. The heat would set what ever it could ablaze. Clothes, wood, hair, whatever would be set upon from a quick flash of hungry flame. If any archers were too fool hardy to not close their eyes as they were engulfed by the wave of fire would find their eye singed and scalded. Eldsins cackled with delight. "Burn!" she roared with joy, the blade resonating a sound similar to the word.
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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 18:58:59 GMT -8
Abjorn roared, "Onward! No man dies without blood on his blade! Show them our pride! Show them our wrath! Show them that ours is the fury that should never have been unleashed." Abjorn was stoking the flames that already burned in his men's hearts. Flames that now devoured their homes. Flames that the Volknir would show the enemy should never have been lit. His eyes were set forward through this speech, the vision before him was clear. A line of armored trolls spear and shield. Numbers that were beyond his own. A madness shined from the eyes in his helm. Numbers didn't matter. It was all or nothing. Fear of loss was no longer in Abjorn. It was all burning, all they had left were their lives. If that was what it takes to slaughter the enemy so be it! He shouted, "KILL THEM ALL!"
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Eyla Volknir
Established
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 19:03:12 GMT -8
Eyla and Fenris resumed their charge. The two of them were not in the front any longer but they heard Abjorn's words clearly. His voice was like thunder in the sky. Eyla looked at Fenris, an excited smile shining in her eyes. She looked forward and answered her father with a loud battle cry. A cry that resonated with all the Volknir. A chorus of voices in one mighty roar.
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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 19:26:52 GMT -8
Abjorns words didn't reach all the Volknir. only those close enough to him heard the speech. The effect to those few were clear. Their moral, rage and desperation all rose and were converted to their strength. However Abjorn's battle cry did reach all the Volknir, the enemy, everyone. The Volknir answered with Eyla, a chorus of singular rage and fury.
As the enemy and the Volknir came close to clashing they tightened their run. Shield came closer to shield and a loose shield wall came together. Spear were pointed at the enemy using the shield as a support. The change in formation slowed them down immensely but that was not an issue. When the enemy set upon them, no matter how outnumbered, no matter how doomed their homes were, no matter if they all died this day, they would be remembered; either in the stories of their fellow men at arms or in the nightmares of their enemies.
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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 23, 2017 0:38:34 GMT -8
The wave of fire might have slain the rain of arrows and even damaged some of the more fool hearty of Groms archers, but there were still enough to be effected... One might be surprised at how few archers could be so effective, but only time would really show this.
Grom adjusted his reigns, the twisted snarl flared upwards into a smile.
" Why..why are you smiling sir." He said motioning his mount forward.
"Volknirs are so predictable..." The troll said plainly. " Archers, re-ready! " Grom cried. " Hold for my signal. " He turned to direct a different order.
" Twice."
Somewhere along Groms' line a Drum Banged twice THUM... THUM.. paused... THUM...THUM
What could it mean? As nothing seemed to change.
The Linemen, raised their own shields in a counter shield wall, spears at the ready.
When they clashed there was no glory or grace to this combat,simply brute force meeting brute force. A push. A shove. a stab, a strile. Men fought and died here, crushed under boot , drown in mud.
The center of the line gave way! Abjorn and a few favored men found them selves on the other side of the formation.... Grom sat not fifteen paces before Abjorn, he didn't even have his weapon drawn.
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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 23, 2017 0:40:08 GMT -8
As the forces slammed against them their formation tightened into a solid formation. Little would be given way but the occasion lucky strike on both sides leading to nasty injuries and gruesome deaths. The lines met were an even match, but the Volknir could be overwhelmed by sheer numbers despite how fierce they fought.
However the enemy split their line for a moment, and several men tumbled into the backfield. The enemies line slammed close behind them well before any of the Volknir could capitalize on it.
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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 23, 2017 0:40:53 GMT -8
Abjorn was among the men that fell behind enemy lines. Him and 6 men, some of his best were surrounded by the enemy. The stood quickly and formed a circle shoulder to shoulder. Abjorn was facing his enemy, glow of hatred in his eyes. If he could slaughter that man the enemy wouldn't stand a chance. He gripped Eldsins tight with both hands. If the enemy were to attack he would have to bring out Eldsins true strength. A risky endeavor but one that may need to be taken if Abjorn and his men were to survive.
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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 23, 2017 0:41:25 GMT -8
Eldsins chose now to whisper in his ear with a soft and seducing tone, "If you can get to him, we can take him. You know what I can offer, you know the risks. Say the words and I'll give you all I have left." The blade hummed with excitement. It looked forward to the bloodshed.
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Eyla Volknir
Established
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 23, 2017 0:43:54 GMT -8
Eyla pressed her way to the front, Fenris by her side. They made it just in time to see the enemy formation swallow her father like some giant predator taking a bite out of its prey.
The panic that flared in Eyla's eyes may have been unnoticeable by most, but the great sword the suddenly came down at full force splitting a shield and a helmet alike of the foremost man that dared stand between her and her father was bold statement to her distress. Sadly there were many to replace him.
Fenris moved beside his wife began to mimic her actions. Together they may be able to make a split in the line and rescue Abjorn's stranded unit.
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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 23, 2017 0:45:44 GMT -8
Six men, ah how the old gods did have a sense of dramatic flare... They came together as a circle... and were cut down as a circle. Plumed shafts erupted from their chest the moment they took formation... Six archers rose like smoke from behind the linemen... Abjorn was alone. The six archers stood ready, but did not loose. " Abjorn... Eldsins" The giant's voice rumbled over the conflict... " I'd thought you wiser." The beast yanked tight on the leather binds, the great warg dropped with a whimper. " Such nobility should be honored, as it is such rare portions." The creature plunged the pole ax into the mud, and removed his helm, cracking his knuckles. The beast raised the 13 foot pole ax like one might a quarter staff. " enguarde..." Was all he said.
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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 23, 2017 0:47:15 GMT -8
Abjorn closed his eyes for moment as he heard the arrows flew and men gasp and cry out around him. He opened his eyes and stared down his opponent as he seemed to gloat. He watched his foe take off his helm, Abjorn did the same never letting Eldsins go. As his helm dropped to the mud the fierce glare of the aged warrior stared at Grom, hatred and rage beaming in his azure eyes. He spoke. His voice was gruff and weathered. Grom was not who he spoke to. "Eldsins... Gi meg styrke. Ta livet mitt."
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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 23, 2017 0:49:46 GMT -8
Eldsins purred in satisfaction. Her fire went out. The flamy orange sword no longer exuding its magic but beginning to channel it into Abjorn. Her runes glowed blue, Abjorns eyes glowed blue. A sign her magic working within him. It increased his strength immensely, his speed, his perception. She made him a god among men. ...If only for the moment.
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Eyla Volknir
Established
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 23, 2017 0:51:16 GMT -8
The couple continued to chop away at the lines. Every enemy fell to blade would simply be replaced by another to impede their attempts to reach Abjorn. The occasional glimpse made by Eyla only increased her haste. He was alone. Eldsins' flames were out...
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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 23, 2017 0:53:13 GMT -8
Those with two handed weapons took a cue from Eyla and Fenris. Reaching out and striking with their full might. The teamwork the Volknir soldiers were exhibiting was flawless. When any two-hander went for a sing, including Eyla and Fenris, those with shield would make way. The gap would close immediately. It was slow work but the soldiers they were fighting seemed little more than husks. While there was many, they felt no fear, and their strength was that of any man, the Volknir had so much more to fight for.
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