Sigrid the Hateful
Established
Volva, Warrior, Witch. Slayer
Roleplay posts: 11 
Age: 30
Physical Description: Sigrid is quite the woman - towering above her own men at two meters. Flowing black hair, often braided and adorned with apparel, hangs down far below her shoulders. Bright blue eyes swirl with magic and threaten to trap any man who looks within them.
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Clothes and Equipment: Sigrid wears clothes native to her homeland, Asgeir, as well as that which she stole from the people of Toragana. Mostly equipped with leather armor and iron plates, she covers herself with fur and hides to protect against the cold and to lessen the effect of enemy weapons.
Sigrid wears an assortment of rings, bracelets, and necklaces enchanted with ancient Varan magic, and inscribed with runic inscriptions.
In battle she often wields her ancestral blade - imbued with the powers of winter. Other times she wields her deadly great axe, stained with the blood of countless innocent victims. Although she does not carry it in her hands, she has a witch's staff that helps control her magic.
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Allegiances: Independent; Asgeir
Registered: Nov 25, 2018 6:45:46 GMT -8
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Post by Sigrid the Hateful on Dec 2, 2018 6:44:13 GMT -8
The Varan of Asgeir have always referred to the churning oceans of the east as the Maw. It is an eldritch barrier cloaked in blinding mists where only the bravest - or foolish - dare embark. Sails are ripped from their masts amidst the high winds, jagged rocks pierce the hulls of any ship, and hungry maelstroms swallow fleets whole with the fury of the Old Gods. The superstitious believe the Maw is corrupted with a foul magic. Or perhaps it is the home of aquatic behemoths, whose shifting movements agitate the waters with great ferocity. Regardless of the truth, this sea is not place for the faint-hearted. But Sigrid the Hateful and her band of warriors are not faint-hearted. The volva had made up her mind and was determined to cross the Maw, and there was none aboard the ships who would challenge her. Idda does not see much of her new master once they leave Taingaard. Her men feed her and shelter her, but she remains bound at the prow of the longship. It seems Sigrid brings up fresh captives from below deck every day - a man, a woman, sometimes human and other times a different race entirely. An incantation is given and the volva cuts the throat of the prisoner. The blood is collected and, again, another incantation. The red liquid is poured over a series of carved stones no bigger than Idda’s palm. After this old ritual is complete glowing runes can be seen inscribed on the face of each stone. It is Sigrid’s magic at work. Using the powers of the runes Sigrid alters the winds to carry them northeast around Asgeir at a remarkable pace - and further east still into the dreaded waters of the Maw. The nights grow long, the winds begin to pick up, and the longships struggle to stay together in the dense, unworldly fog. They have entered the Maw. --<>-- Standing at the prow of her ship, the volva embraces each spray of salt water as it stings her face. A torrential downpour drenches the crew of each longship. A strong easterly wind, as if blown from the mouths of the Old Gods themselves carries the fleet along to its destination. Great waves of outstanding size threatening to capsize each ship crash off of fang-shaped rocks. It is a horrific experience, but expected. Fanatic zealots aboard the longships return the Maw’s challenge with taunts and howls. The Maw had cast it’s threat at Sigrid, and the volva had tamed it. A Stone of Winds to manipulate the howling gusts of wind, forcing the baleful air currents to carry them east, and to clear away the mists. A Stone of Storms to frighten the nightmares who lurk in the depths below the fleet. A Stone of the Seas whose enchantment urges the waves not to capsize the ships, but to carry them ever onward and over the jagged rocks. When her magic begins to wane and she can feel control over the elements slipping from her grasp Sigrid merely draws another stone and pulls the magic from it to remind the Maw that she is its master. For what seems like days the fleet perseveres until a day comes when one of the sailors finally cries out: “LANDFALL!” --<>-- While the Varan did revel in the challenge that the Maw brought, they were all happy to see the coast once more. Great, snow-capped mountains could be seen in the distance and it reminded Sigrid and her followers of home; they could only hope this was no barren landscape, and were eager to find villages and towns to plunder or trade with. The northern coasts were dangerous; jagged rocks and high cliffs forced the fleet to sail eastward along the coastline for hours until they found a suitable landing spot. The longships were pulled ashore and the sailors wasted no time in removing the cargo and setting up a temporary camp. The establishment of a beachhead, where the raiders could rest and prepare to move inland, was important. Sigrid observed the construction of the camp from atop a hill overlooking the shore with a stern composure. She had ordered her champions to bring Idda to the top as well. “Leave us,” she told them, and they returned to their duties down below. “I have been busy with my rituals, girl,” she began. “But a journey which should have taken months, even years, has only taken a few days.” She finally turned to look at Idda, her expression plain. “But now that we are here… who are you?” |
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Idda 'Ironfrost' Valdir
New
Roleplay posts: 8
Age: 22
Physical Description: Idda is a medium tall young woman with shoulder long blonde hair and brown eyes. While deceptively lithe for a barbarian style warrior she is compactly built and far more muscular than you would think at first glance and has hands that were made for grasping the war axe and not the needle and thread.
Clothes and Equipment: Idda ears a leather armor that makes it easy for her to move about in an agile way and it is patched with fur at the shoulder en chest region. She uses and iron reinforced wooden shield and though looking somewhat battle worn and mediocre in quality, this shield was made from wood from one of the oldest trees in Taingaard which is said to carry a powerful nature energy in its veins making it harder and lighter than steel from the and is said to have excellent reflective properties of both physical and magic attacks. When not used, she carries it on her back making it a great protection against attacks from behind.
Preferring the war axe, Idda can be seen donning more than one, as she likes throwing them at her enemies, but knives and swords are also weapons she's proficient with and might even handle two blades at once in a tight spot.
Allegiances: Taingaard
Registered: Dec 1, 2018 14:00:37 GMT -8
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Post by Idda 'Ironfrost' Valdir on Dec 2, 2018 10:19:50 GMT -8
Idda remained bound in the compartment of the longboat and the constant rocking of the boat wasn't exactly comforting and only got worse as they sailed into a storm - a storm that seemed to have no intention of seizing. She was kept prisoner along with a group of other persons and once in a while one of them were called up on deck and Idda imagined the tall woman was assigning them the most dangerous job on the ship seeing as none of them came back down again. She wondered when it was her turn to be 'rehabilitated' on deck, but apparently that time didn't come until she heard someone shouting that land was nearby and the cheering that followed. All this time she had remained bound like a nice and compliant prisoner and even spoken nicely to the guards and with the other prisoners - although most were to scared or sea sick to be very interesting conversational material. She would no doubt have been able to cast those ropes off her hands given a little time by herself, but she figured there were smarter times to seek freedom that in the middle of an apocalyptic gale and thus Idda bid her time.
And the time came as the ship finally came to a stand still and the last trace of the hurricane had evaporated. Idda wondered where they had been taken to but were about to see for herself very soon as one of the warriors commanded her to follow him. Of course she obliged - she was still a nice prisoner after all and even to the chief's knowledge she was nothing but an unlucky horse thief and the longer she could maintain that ruse the better she thought.
They had embarked on a beach and looking over the rolling hills and snow clad mountains it wasn't that different from Taingaard - and how could it be given it was only a few days they had traveled. Still she figured it wasn't Asgeir they had traveled to due to how this all seemed unfamiliar to the crew. The tour up to the peak was harder than she had imagined. The wounds from they day she had been caught had been relatively shallow and gave her little to no trouble, but being tightly confined with little light and not much room to stretch her legs for few days had left her body stiff and unwilling. Escape wasn't in the cards quite yet - and furthermore it seemed like the tall lady wanted to speak with her directly.
"Busy with... your rituals..?" Idda asked confused that those were her initial words. However a it took only a few moments to imagine how those rituals and the prisoners connected - apparently she was able to sail through the storm and emerge here due to whatever ritual she had performed on deck. "So you're a witch." she concluded. "That's impressive." Idda added with a slightly wry smile forming - and she was being quite sincere having met few others that possessed such single minded ability to fulfill their goals regardless of the cost. It was clearly not a coincidence that Idda had been brought here and whether she would end up as a material for another ritual, this presented an opportunity and she changed her tactic hoping to prove her potential value as an ally rather than a tool. There were still other prisoners to pick from and she aimed to be the last that would be chosen for one of her rituals.
"Well I was the leader of a small band of free soldiers until they branded us 'bandits' - but I really have no idea what this situation makes me. However I'm quite handy with an axe - or two." she said with an innocent voice as she discretely worked the ropes behind her back hoping that the tall lady had either already taken interest in her and that she was able to pique that interest even further. Should this fail Idda hoped she could stall her long enough to wrench the ropes off her wrists and make a run for it. Probably in vain but at least it was a nice view.
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Sigrid the Hateful
Established
Volva, Warrior, Witch. Slayer
Roleplay posts: 11
Age: 30
Physical Description: Sigrid is quite the woman - towering above her own men at two meters. Flowing black hair, often braided and adorned with apparel, hangs down far below her shoulders. Bright blue eyes swirl with magic and threaten to trap any man who looks within them.
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Clothes and Equipment: Sigrid wears clothes native to her homeland, Asgeir, as well as that which she stole from the people of Toragana. Mostly equipped with leather armor and iron plates, she covers herself with fur and hides to protect against the cold and to lessen the effect of enemy weapons.
Sigrid wears an assortment of rings, bracelets, and necklaces enchanted with ancient Varan magic, and inscribed with runic inscriptions.
In battle she often wields her ancestral blade - imbued with the powers of winter. Other times she wields her deadly great axe, stained with the blood of countless innocent victims. Although she does not carry it in her hands, she has a witch's staff that helps control her magic.
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Allegiances: Independent; Asgeir
Registered: Nov 25, 2018 6:45:46 GMT -8
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Post by Sigrid the Hateful on Dec 2, 2018 10:54:43 GMT -8
Sigrid cast a glare towards Idda upon the mention of her being a witch, but then an expression of satisfaction came over her. “Yes,” she agreed, “I am a witch. Fate bends to me as trees do to the wind.” The Varan warrioress began to pace around Idda slowly, looking her up and down as if to expect her. While aboard the longship Idda was fed better than the other prisoners - that was because she was not a prisoner unlike the slaves she had been with below deck. Sigrid was pleased to see the young lady did not lose her health.
The volva’s attention focused on what Idda had to say next: about her leading a party of soldiers. This was good to hear, for the young shield-maiden had already experienced both combat and leadership.
“I’m trying to figure out why I should keep you alive, girl. I paid good coin for you - you and your friends. We have no need for slaves, and the Old Gods will not accept tribute from our own kind; that extends to our cousins, the Tain.” This should have been good news to Idda - she, along with the other Tain, would not be sacrificed to malevolent gods.
“Do you know where we are?” the volva asked, motioning towards the snow-capped mountains. “This is a land no Varan has ever been to, and I would wager no Tain has ever visited. This is the land of Horse Lords, Giants, and Orges. A land which, if my sources were correct, is ripe for plunder. Warlords prepare for war; as armies march to battle, towns will be void of fighting men; we will strike and take what we want. Where it is wise we shall trade. And when the time comes, if it proves necessary, we shall sell ourselves as mercenaries to these foreign warlords. In time we shall enrich ourselves with the treasures of these people and return home.” She shrugged, “or perhaps we shall settle here and carve out a kingdom of our own.”
Sigrid finished pacing around the girl and paused in front of her, drawing a dagger. “So, girl... tell me your name, and tell me how you could be of any use to me. Tell me why I should not sell you as a hall-wench to the closest village.”
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Idda 'Ironfrost' Valdir
New
Roleplay posts: 8
Age: 22
Physical Description: Idda is a medium tall young woman with shoulder long blonde hair and brown eyes. While deceptively lithe for a barbarian style warrior she is compactly built and far more muscular than you would think at first glance and has hands that were made for grasping the war axe and not the needle and thread.
Clothes and Equipment: Idda ears a leather armor that makes it easy for her to move about in an agile way and it is patched with fur at the shoulder en chest region. She uses and iron reinforced wooden shield and though looking somewhat battle worn and mediocre in quality, this shield was made from wood from one of the oldest trees in Taingaard which is said to carry a powerful nature energy in its veins making it harder and lighter than steel from the and is said to have excellent reflective properties of both physical and magic attacks. When not used, she carries it on her back making it a great protection against attacks from behind.
Preferring the war axe, Idda can be seen donning more than one, as she likes throwing them at her enemies, but knives and swords are also weapons she's proficient with and might even handle two blades at once in a tight spot.
Allegiances: Taingaard
Registered: Dec 1, 2018 14:00:37 GMT -8
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Post by Idda 'Ironfrost' Valdir on Dec 2, 2018 11:38:11 GMT -8
So Idda was right, her value to the witch was being tried right now and she couldn't judge whether she was doing alright or not in trying to convince the tall lady of her worth.
"Friends? Those aren't my friends I was just incarcerated there with them..!" Idda protested not wishing to be put in the same boat as the others she had been sold with. In reality she didn't know how much gold the chief had received but it seemed that he had received enough so that the lady wanted to be sure she would get their worth back. She sounded greedy - and frankly Idda couldn't blame her as she would probably have done the same had the roles been reversed. At least Idda wasn't worthy for being sacrificed it seemed.
"It doesn't resemble anything I've seen before no." she said with a plain face before listening to the lady's plan of conquest - it started to sound like it was a 'join or die' proposition and as the lady suddenly drew her knife threateningly this was confirmed to be true. Idda gulped and a few drops of sweat ran down her forehead. Sure she had been in life and death battles before but faced with this kind of threat while unable to defend properly - of course she was afraid which. This made it all the more difficult to explain where the courage to speak the next words came from.
"I don't sing very well..!" Idda exclaimed with a nervous half smile hoping the lady would be caught off guard the mundane explanation to why she wouldn't fit the role as tavern wench very well. But assuming humor could be in short supply she quickly added the next words that might be taken as insolence had they not been spoken so sincerely. "I want to conquer too! If you sold me as tavern wench I'd burn the tavern to the ground and band together those that might fight with me and you'd have another enemy - one that wouldn't bend easily! So either you kill me and start mourning your lost gold or you take me with you on your conquest..!" Idda stated. It was a bold proposition and she was hardly in a situation to bargain very well - but her words were true to her heart as a warrior.
"And I won't tell you my name unless you bring me with you!"
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Sigrid the Hateful
Established
Volva, Warrior, Witch. Slayer
Roleplay posts: 11
Age: 30
Physical Description: Sigrid is quite the woman - towering above her own men at two meters. Flowing black hair, often braided and adorned with apparel, hangs down far below her shoulders. Bright blue eyes swirl with magic and threaten to trap any man who looks within them.
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Clothes and Equipment: Sigrid wears clothes native to her homeland, Asgeir, as well as that which she stole from the people of Toragana. Mostly equipped with leather armor and iron plates, she covers herself with fur and hides to protect against the cold and to lessen the effect of enemy weapons.
Sigrid wears an assortment of rings, bracelets, and necklaces enchanted with ancient Varan magic, and inscribed with runic inscriptions.
In battle she often wields her ancestral blade - imbued with the powers of winter. Other times she wields her deadly great axe, stained with the blood of countless innocent victims. Although she does not carry it in her hands, she has a witch's staff that helps control her magic.
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Allegiances: Independent; Asgeir
Registered: Nov 25, 2018 6:45:46 GMT -8
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Post by Sigrid the Hateful on Dec 2, 2018 12:23:52 GMT -8
Sigrid flipped the knife between her fingers, teasing the bound Idda. Although she may have been frightened, she was certainly brave with how she finished her reply. A smile slowly crept across the volva's face - perhaps the first smile she had cracked in a very long time.
"I like you," she finally said, admiring the woman's want to conquer, and her threat of vengeance should she be sold as wench. "I think we'll get on just fine. Now, turn around and let me cut those bindings off." Provided she let her, Sigrid cut the rope from around the lady's wrists. "Come, let us head back down to camp. The Chief was sure to give us your belongings before we left."
As the two women descended the hill Idda would notice the Varan and Tain working together to prop up tents, light fires, and unpack the cargo from the ships. Before long supper would be made and the seafaring warriors could finally have a comfortable night's rest.
One of Sigrid's champions approached the duo. "The men have prepared a tent for you, Sigrid. And I have already sent our scouts out to determine our surroundings. Come morning, we should know what we're dealing with."
"Good," Sigrid replied before waving the man off and proceeding to one of the fires. "Come with me, girl." Once the two passed by some Tain the volva would say "they may be your friends, but they will be your brothers and sisters, as will the Varan here. We're all kindred - there is no division amongst the warband. We shall doom ourselves if we fight one another."
Sigrid would take time to warm her hands by the fire in attendance with her crew. One of the men tending to the fire looked at Idda and smiled "so who might this be?"
Sigrid turned and glared at Idda. "Yes. Who might be girl?"
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Post by Hetmanate Vilʹni Lyudy on Dec 2, 2018 12:42:19 GMT -8
Upon those snow-capped mountains, facing those blistering winds, were men of the Hetmanate. Fur cloaks wrapped tightly around the scout parties bodies, they were leaned forward in their saddles. Crosses of wood and iron hung from their necks, swaying with each rocking step of the horses beneath them. Lances stuck above them, pointing to the sky, secured in saddle-side sheathes. Through the wind, though thick with snow, a foreboding sight was caught by the lead horseman.
Upon the frothy sea were ships, capable of holding a fighting force. He turned backward, shouting over the wind. "Ivan, hurry back to Vilnih, tell them of the ships, and that I am moving to meet them!" The corporal looked to the lieutenant, then turned his horse about, spurring the flanks to move into a gallop, back down the trail.
Dimitri, lead scout of the Demoske Regiment, led the remaining nine men towards the camp. They made slow progress, climbing down the mountain, but would soon be upon the newcomers.
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Idda 'Ironfrost' Valdir
New
Roleplay posts: 8
Age: 22
Physical Description: Idda is a medium tall young woman with shoulder long blonde hair and brown eyes. While deceptively lithe for a barbarian style warrior she is compactly built and far more muscular than you would think at first glance and has hands that were made for grasping the war axe and not the needle and thread.
Clothes and Equipment: Idda ears a leather armor that makes it easy for her to move about in an agile way and it is patched with fur at the shoulder en chest region. She uses and iron reinforced wooden shield and though looking somewhat battle worn and mediocre in quality, this shield was made from wood from one of the oldest trees in Taingaard which is said to carry a powerful nature energy in its veins making it harder and lighter than steel from the and is said to have excellent reflective properties of both physical and magic attacks. When not used, she carries it on her back making it a great protection against attacks from behind.
Preferring the war axe, Idda can be seen donning more than one, as she likes throwing them at her enemies, but knives and swords are also weapons she's proficient with and might even handle two blades at once in a tight spot.
Allegiances: Taingaard
Registered: Dec 1, 2018 14:00:37 GMT -8
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Post by Idda 'Ironfrost' Valdir on Dec 2, 2018 13:09:20 GMT -8
As the words 'I like you' went over Sigrid's lips Idda felt relief for the first time in days although a small tension remained as she remained ready to defend herself against any amount of 'changing her mind', though she willingly turned around as she was asked to do it. Idda felt her sore wrists but did not complaining about it - being acknowledged was all she cared about right now as it meant living another day and being able to yet again fight for a purpose. Idda followed Sigrid down to the camp trying to readjust herself to suddenly being part of this group of plunderers and so called 'merchants'. "I have nothing against them, but I would slay any of them without hesitation if necessary." Idda commented about the other Taingaardians she had been sold with. She genuinely didn't really care about them and thus she was fine with whatever role the lady wanted them to play. She might talk about brotherhood and the likes but when she glanced into the lady's eyes she knew they were but pawns for her ambitions - and Idda was again quite impressed by how she ruled her underlings. Idda warmed her hands against the fire too and glanced first at the warrior who had asked her and then at the tall lady. True enough she had yet to keep her promise. "I'm Idda 'Ironfrost' Valdir." she spoke unceremoniously and gave the champion a sharp - almost challenging gaze. "And who are you?" she asked Sigrid having not been told of her name yet before she would go fetch her sack of belongings where - among other things - she found her trusted shield and war axe. She swung her shield onto her back and fastened the war axe on her belt when suddenly she saw a group approaching their camp and she froze for a moment about to inform Sigrid - but it looked like she might already have noticed. A curious smirk formed on Idda's face. |
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Sigrid the Hateful
Established
Volva, Warrior, Witch. Slayer
Roleplay posts: 11
Age: 30
Physical Description: Sigrid is quite the woman - towering above her own men at two meters. Flowing black hair, often braided and adorned with apparel, hangs down far below her shoulders. Bright blue eyes swirl with magic and threaten to trap any man who looks within them.
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Clothes and Equipment: Sigrid wears clothes native to her homeland, Asgeir, as well as that which she stole from the people of Toragana. Mostly equipped with leather armor and iron plates, she covers herself with fur and hides to protect against the cold and to lessen the effect of enemy weapons.
Sigrid wears an assortment of rings, bracelets, and necklaces enchanted with ancient Varan magic, and inscribed with runic inscriptions.
In battle she often wields her ancestral blade - imbued with the powers of winter. Other times she wields her deadly great axe, stained with the blood of countless innocent victims. Although she does not carry it in her hands, she has a witch's staff that helps control her magic.
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Allegiances: Independent; Asgeir
Registered: Nov 25, 2018 6:45:46 GMT -8
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Post by Sigrid the Hateful on Dec 2, 2018 13:34:14 GMT -8
The more Idda spoke, the more Sigrid sensed ambitious bloodlust, cunning, and volatility. She could not criticize the young lady’s outlook, however, as it was very similar to her own. “I am Sigrid of-”
The volva was about to answer Idda’s question when a bout of shouting came from the woods. “Riders! We have riders!” he was hollering as he sped towards the camp. It was one of the scouts that the champion had sent out earlier.
“Shields and spears!” cried Sigrid, “shields and spears!” Her warriors did not hesitate to climb up off of their feet and equip their swords, shields, and spears. “Form wall!” Those same warriors formed a tight shieldwall at the entrance of their camp, ready to meet the riders.
The runner made it to safety and was gasping for breath. “Riders on the road ahead!” he struggled to catch a breath.
“Good work, lad,” Sigrid commended the young scout, “now get your spear and shield and stand ready!”
Sigrid was not in formation with her raiders, but rather at the book feeling around in a bag hung around her shoulder. When she found the rune she was looking for she grabbed her own spear and shield and joined with the others. The Varan and Tain warriors would stand their ground and wait for the arrivals to make their approach...
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Post by Hetmanate Vilʹni Lyudy on Dec 3, 2018 18:58:59 GMT -8
Blue eyes were narrowed at the camp, lead scout Dimitri making sure no other newcomers had set up some sort of ambush. He scanned the beachhead they had established, watching them rush into a defensive formation, against an enemy they vastly outnumbered. Thanking God they didn't simply sally out to meet them, Dimitri spurred his horse onward, the other riders following suit, reigning their horses in when talking distance from the wall of metal and wood.
Dimitri paused for a second. He knew there were different cultures in this world, with different languages. There was even some present in Toragana. Putting on his friendliest smile, the best one a war-hardened face could muster, and called out. "I am Lieutenant Dimitri, newcomers, you have landed upon lands belonging to Hetman Denisov, explain yourselves!"
As he was talking he had closed the gap by a few more paces, making sure the men and women could hear him.
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Idda 'Ironfrost' Valdir
New
Roleplay posts: 8
Age: 22
Physical Description: Idda is a medium tall young woman with shoulder long blonde hair and brown eyes. While deceptively lithe for a barbarian style warrior she is compactly built and far more muscular than you would think at first glance and has hands that were made for grasping the war axe and not the needle and thread.
Clothes and Equipment: Idda ears a leather armor that makes it easy for her to move about in an agile way and it is patched with fur at the shoulder en chest region. She uses and iron reinforced wooden shield and though looking somewhat battle worn and mediocre in quality, this shield was made from wood from one of the oldest trees in Taingaard which is said to carry a powerful nature energy in its veins making it harder and lighter than steel from the and is said to have excellent reflective properties of both physical and magic attacks. When not used, she carries it on her back making it a great protection against attacks from behind.
Preferring the war axe, Idda can be seen donning more than one, as she likes throwing them at her enemies, but knives and swords are also weapons she's proficient with and might even handle two blades at once in a tight spot.
Allegiances: Taingaard
Registered: Dec 1, 2018 14:00:37 GMT -8
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Post by Idda 'Ironfrost' Valdir on Dec 4, 2018 2:08:32 GMT -8
Idda watched as Sigrid's men formed a defensive wall - so quick they were to act on her word. She swung her war axe in her hand and bit her lip in frustration as all those people in front of her blocked every chance of her getting a good chance at throwing her axe towards the annoyingly loud mouthed guy that was approaching them and she calmed down and looked at Sigrid as she tiptoed trying to see over the defensive wall.
"What to do with that guy? If I had a had a slightly higher ground I bet I could split his skull from this distance." she said with a plain face and shrugged.
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Sigrid the Hateful
Established
Volva, Warrior, Witch. Slayer
Roleplay posts: 11
Age: 30
Physical Description: Sigrid is quite the woman - towering above her own men at two meters. Flowing black hair, often braided and adorned with apparel, hangs down far below her shoulders. Bright blue eyes swirl with magic and threaten to trap any man who looks within them.
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Clothes and Equipment: Sigrid wears clothes native to her homeland, Asgeir, as well as that which she stole from the people of Toragana. Mostly equipped with leather armor and iron plates, she covers herself with fur and hides to protect against the cold and to lessen the effect of enemy weapons.
Sigrid wears an assortment of rings, bracelets, and necklaces enchanted with ancient Varan magic, and inscribed with runic inscriptions.
In battle she often wields her ancestral blade - imbued with the powers of winter. Other times she wields her deadly great axe, stained with the blood of countless innocent victims. Although she does not carry it in her hands, she has a witch's staff that helps control her magic.
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Allegiances: Independent; Asgeir
Registered: Nov 25, 2018 6:45:46 GMT -8
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Post by Sigrid the Hateful on Dec 4, 2018 13:46:45 GMT -8
Fortunately, the riders were not here for a fight. Not that the Varan volva was afraid; rather, Sigrid knew there could be opportunity here. Hearing what Idda commented, Sigrid cast her the kind of amusing grin two serial killers might make to each other. The more the Tain spoke the more the Varan liked her.
“Unfortunately, that may not be necessary” Sigrid told her, “another time perhaps.”
Due to her height, Sigrid was able to see over her men and their panoply of spears and was able to get a good look at the men before the shield wall. “Hail, Lieutenant of Clan Dimitri, I am Sigrid Grimsdottir. Hate-Man of Clan Dissolve is not here, and I am standing on this land. That makes it my land. If you disagree, then come here and change my mind.”
Sigrid wanted to let the threat sink in. Could be that was stepping into a mess, but she didn’t care; all that mattered right now was showing these foreigners that the Varan and Tain were not here to be pushed around. First impressions were important.
“Or…” she would begin before the Lieutenant replied, “you can leave your weapons on your horses, dismount, and come inside. We can talk.” She shrugged, “who knows, maybe we can help each other...”
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Post by Hetmanate Vilʹni Lyudy on Dec 10, 2018 22:22:43 GMT -8
The Lieutenant was most definitely not accustomed to such savages. The survivalist instinct nagged at him to turn about and return with a much larger force, like the entire Demoske Regiment. But there was a runner already galloping there, no doubt returning with a much more sizable force than his ten-man scout patrol. His furred hand gripped his lance, loosening it from its sheath, though not fully drawing it. The other hand toyed with his handle-bar mustache.
"Am I to expect hospitality within your den? Talking here is more than alright with me, Sigrid. Perhaps you can come out from behind that shield wall, I'll dismount, we can talk as equals." His horse shook its head, breathing out heavily. "Or I can return with more men, and send you back into the ocean."
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Idda 'Ironfrost' Valdir
New
Roleplay posts: 8
Age: 22
Physical Description: Idda is a medium tall young woman with shoulder long blonde hair and brown eyes. While deceptively lithe for a barbarian style warrior she is compactly built and far more muscular than you would think at first glance and has hands that were made for grasping the war axe and not the needle and thread.
Clothes and Equipment: Idda ears a leather armor that makes it easy for her to move about in an agile way and it is patched with fur at the shoulder en chest region. She uses and iron reinforced wooden shield and though looking somewhat battle worn and mediocre in quality, this shield was made from wood from one of the oldest trees in Taingaard which is said to carry a powerful nature energy in its veins making it harder and lighter than steel from the and is said to have excellent reflective properties of both physical and magic attacks. When not used, she carries it on her back making it a great protection against attacks from behind.
Preferring the war axe, Idda can be seen donning more than one, as she likes throwing them at her enemies, but knives and swords are also weapons she's proficient with and might even handle two blades at once in a tight spot.
Allegiances: Taingaard
Registered: Dec 1, 2018 14:00:37 GMT -8
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Post by Idda 'Ironfrost' Valdir on Dec 11, 2018 7:09:48 GMT -8
Idda crossed her arms and rolled her eyes with a sigh and started looking around for other things to do while they were doing 'diplomacy' but Sigrid's shouting towards the foreigner intrigued her nevertheless. She was definitely trying to draw a line with these guys but what would she do if he agreed to come into the camp? Idda gave Sigrid a sidelong glance and listened to the lieutenant although her curiosity quickly turned to anger a she quickly pushed her way through the shield wall and stepped out in front of them.
"Ay!" she shouted and pointed at the lieutenant resting one of her axes over her shoulder. "Just you dare to threaten us again and you'll return with an axe lodged into your back!" she threatened the lieutenant back looking at him with a scowl. Idda's body was tensed up like a rubber band ready to throw her axe it any given time should the insolent man threaten them further.
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Sigrid the Hateful
Established
Volva, Warrior, Witch. Slayer
Roleplay posts: 11
Age: 30
Physical Description: Sigrid is quite the woman - towering above her own men at two meters. Flowing black hair, often braided and adorned with apparel, hangs down far below her shoulders. Bright blue eyes swirl with magic and threaten to trap any man who looks within them.
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Clothes and Equipment: Sigrid wears clothes native to her homeland, Asgeir, as well as that which she stole from the people of Toragana. Mostly equipped with leather armor and iron plates, she covers herself with fur and hides to protect against the cold and to lessen the effect of enemy weapons.
Sigrid wears an assortment of rings, bracelets, and necklaces enchanted with ancient Varan magic, and inscribed with runic inscriptions.
In battle she often wields her ancestral blade - imbued with the powers of winter. Other times she wields her deadly great axe, stained with the blood of countless innocent victims. Although she does not carry it in her hands, she has a witch's staff that helps control her magic.
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Allegiances: Independent; Asgeir
Registered: Nov 25, 2018 6:45:46 GMT -8
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Post by Sigrid the Hateful on Dec 11, 2018 13:22:11 GMT -8
Sigrid laughed, loudly and noticeably. "Listen to the Maiden, Lieutenant," she goaded, "She's yet to prove her worth to me, but maybe she'll get the chance to do so on you!" A mumble of laughter came from the shield wall. "I'll not talk to you as an equal, for we are not equals. I have conquered the Maw; I am a volva of Asgeir; I am above you, and I am above your people."
Sigrid's hostile and antagonistic approach may not have been the most diplomatic way to approach the situation... but such was the sea-witch's method.
"You can get off your horse and we can talk inside my tent - or you can turn around and bring your men to die at my feet. It's your choice. Take it or leave it. We are Varan and Taingaardian, our word is good; if I wanted you dead, you would already be."
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Post by Hetmanate Vilʹni Lyudy on May 16, 2019 14:17:39 GMT -8
Sveloske dismounted, taking careful steps toward the shield wall.
"Assuming yourself above another people is unbecoming, Sigrid." He raised his hands in mock surrender, an easy smile sliding across his features as he continued walking towards the camp.
"Let us talk, then, Free Man to Varan and Tangaardian. There is no need for ill blood, or for blood to be spilled." When Sveloske reached the wall of wood and metal, he placed his hands on his hips, thumbs hooking inside of a vibrant red sash that kept his sword and dagger secured to his waist.
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Idda 'Ironfrost' Valdir
New
Roleplay posts: 8
Age: 22
Physical Description: Idda is a medium tall young woman with shoulder long blonde hair and brown eyes. While deceptively lithe for a barbarian style warrior she is compactly built and far more muscular than you would think at first glance and has hands that were made for grasping the war axe and not the needle and thread.
Clothes and Equipment: Idda ears a leather armor that makes it easy for her to move about in an agile way and it is patched with fur at the shoulder en chest region. She uses and iron reinforced wooden shield and though looking somewhat battle worn and mediocre in quality, this shield was made from wood from one of the oldest trees in Taingaard which is said to carry a powerful nature energy in its veins making it harder and lighter than steel from the and is said to have excellent reflective properties of both physical and magic attacks. When not used, she carries it on her back making it a great protection against attacks from behind.
Preferring the war axe, Idda can be seen donning more than one, as she likes throwing them at her enemies, but knives and swords are also weapons she's proficient with and might even handle two blades at once in a tight spot.
Allegiances: Taingaard
Registered: Dec 1, 2018 14:00:37 GMT -8
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Post by Idda 'Ironfrost' Valdir on May 17, 2019 12:44:18 GMT -8
Idda raised her chin almost in challenge as she stepped up behind Sigrid clenching her axe ever so tightly and narrowing her eyes. If that guy was going inside the camp she would see to it that Sigrid's back was covered and whispered.
"Don't let him fool you, I can see that he is the type that takes pleasure in prying away your weapon from your cold dead hands...!" Idda's gaze bore into the man that stepped closer and she awaited what Sigrid had planned to do. Idda herself wasn't much for talking diplomatically as most people skilled in speech could dismantle her arguments rather easily. She was a barbarian of heart not a skjald or a bard and more often than not she could not keep her anger contained properly against these types of people.
"Leave those weapons here as Sigrid told you!" Idda exclaimed firmly and was ready to step in front of Sigrid if need be.
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Sigrid the Hateful
Established
Volva, Warrior, Witch. Slayer
Roleplay posts: 11
Age: 30
Physical Description: Sigrid is quite the woman - towering above her own men at two meters. Flowing black hair, often braided and adorned with apparel, hangs down far below her shoulders. Bright blue eyes swirl with magic and threaten to trap any man who looks within them.
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Clothes and Equipment: Sigrid wears clothes native to her homeland, Asgeir, as well as that which she stole from the people of Toragana. Mostly equipped with leather armor and iron plates, she covers herself with fur and hides to protect against the cold and to lessen the effect of enemy weapons.
Sigrid wears an assortment of rings, bracelets, and necklaces enchanted with ancient Varan magic, and inscribed with runic inscriptions.
In battle she often wields her ancestral blade - imbued with the powers of winter. Other times she wields her deadly great axe, stained with the blood of countless innocent victims. Although she does not carry it in her hands, she has a witch's staff that helps control her magic.
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Allegiances: Independent; Asgeir
Registered: Nov 25, 2018 6:45:46 GMT -8
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Post by Sigrid the Hateful on May 25, 2019 12:08:09 GMT -8
"You fool!" Sigrid responded harshly, "either return with more men and try to push into the ocean, or do as I say. If I hear another word come out of your mouth that I don't want to hear then you'll be our first victim in this new land."
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Sigrid the Hateful
Established
Volva, Warrior, Witch. Slayer
Roleplay posts: 11
Age: 30
Physical Description: Sigrid is quite the woman - towering above her own men at two meters. Flowing black hair, often braided and adorned with apparel, hangs down far below her shoulders. Bright blue eyes swirl with magic and threaten to trap any man who looks within them.
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Clothes and Equipment: Sigrid wears clothes native to her homeland, Asgeir, as well as that which she stole from the people of Toragana. Mostly equipped with leather armor and iron plates, she covers herself with fur and hides to protect against the cold and to lessen the effect of enemy weapons.
Sigrid wears an assortment of rings, bracelets, and necklaces enchanted with ancient Varan magic, and inscribed with runic inscriptions.
In battle she often wields her ancestral blade - imbued with the powers of winter. Other times she wields her deadly great axe, stained with the blood of countless innocent victims. Although she does not carry it in her hands, she has a witch's staff that helps control her magic.
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Allegiances: Independent; Asgeir
Registered: Nov 25, 2018 6:45:46 GMT -8
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Post by Sigrid the Hateful on Jan 19, 2020 13:44:44 GMT -8
The event concerning the Hetmanate's representative was quickly resolved. The group vanished over the horizon and was never seen again. Had sigrid's threats intimidated them? Or had troubles arisen elsewhere that overshadowed the presence of the nordic raiders? In any case, the Taingaardian-Varan party was left unmolested. They unloaded their ships and set up a makeshift camp on the coastline.
But they would not sit idle. They had brought enough food to last them for a short while, and complemented their stores by foraging and fishing. But Sigrid, Idda, and their followers had not come to this land to perform such menial tasks. The fearsome volva made it a point to keep her warriors sharp, their swords sharper, and their shields braced. Once the dark-haired witch decided her band was well-rested she immediately gave orders to move out.
And so the warriors followed Sigrid and Idda into the interior of Toragana, where adventure, bloodshed, and opportunity awaited them...
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