Hafnarhöfn

Gilan Aubrey

The few vikings surrounded the strange being, holding a variety of swords and spears. The fog creeped up from the sea, and gentle ripples caused the viking longboats to creak and sway, and muffling amy light that tried to come from overhead. The halls of Hafnarhöfn provided a stark contrast, still faintly glowing and filled with many merry vikings.

One of the vikings stepped forward, holding a spear and wearing some light leather armor. His face seemed rather ordinary, along with his rather plain and brown beard. “Ay, state what ye be and y’ur business.” The hint of suspiscion is evident in his eyes and tone, and righteously so. Monsters were known to appear from the Sea of Fog and attack, the most devastating attacks sometimes coming from the most unassuming of monsters.

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The vikings shift uncomfortably, realizing something is amiss. They seem to be off put by The Outlander’s behavior, and how he seemed to ignore their questions. The one in command spoke up again. “Ay, state ye name. I don’t know wha’ ‘appened with ye and the others ye speak of, but ye are in our lands now and better listen to what we say.”

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The viking commander stopped, hearing the cry from the lookout above. His brow furrowed, faced with a second problem. "Oi, what'd ya do?" He asked, nervously glancing between the Outlander and the Sea of Fog. Surely this guy hadn't summoned a monster? Who would even do such a thing?

In response to the alarm vikings rushed down from above, wielding long spears with wickedly pointed tips. They positioned themselves on the docks while above in the fort stood a slightly smaller but still considerable number of vikings, wielding bows that were drawn and aimed at the foggy sea. Among them floated a single heavily armored being, which would be known by the natives as a valkyrie, ones known as being particularly fearsome among the population of Ískaldur. She pointed her golden spear at the fog, energy beginning to crackle up and down its length. All the merriness from early had all but vanished, replaced with the grim expressions of men who stood to defend their homeland.

OOC: As a side note, I'd like to ask that you try to avoid controlling the actions and thoughts of the NPCs, especially the ones your character is interacting with. I don't really mind the appearance of the creature thing you seem to be doing, but let me handle how the NPCs react please.

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The viking captain that had met him pulled back slightly, looking at The Outlander with even more suspicion than before. “Eh, ya’d better ‘ave a way to explain all this.” He muttered, glancing up at the vikings above.

In response to the monster’s appearance the spearmen hesitantly advanced. The archers fired over their heads at the beast, while the Valkyrie looked down at The Outlander as he yelled his suggestion. If her armored face were capable of showing emption, a sneer would be plastered across it. She wasn’t ready to listen to some mere viking’s advice, no matter where he ranked.

The spear she was holding continued to arc with energy, building up to a blinding light before launching a spear of brilliant white lightning at the beast.

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The valkyrie tsked as the monster’s head reassembled, and a nearby viking looked between the two. He cleared his throat, before offering a sensible suggestion. “Perhaps you should listen to the man’s sug-” He didn’t get much further than that before the Valyrie swung her spear, slicing his neck and vocal cords. “Learn your place.” She replied to the now thrashing viking.

She once again points her spear, crackling once again with a silvery energy. A single blast launched from its tip, seeming to grow in size and change in shape as it flew. By the time it hit the monster it was a large barbed arrow, piercing the monster’s flesh and still maintaining enough force to send it flying back into the sea from where it came. The monster would find the new weight of the enormous hunk of metal difficult to handle, and would sink to the bottom of the sea.

She them directed her gaze to the stranger on the docks. “State your name.” She commands.

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The vikings shuffled back into the halls of Hafnarhöfn, the threat having been dealt with. The viking captain and his men stayed behind, near Az'real. They cast strange looks his way, wondering just exactly who he was. Earlier he had seemed rather threatening, but now he just seemed like a normal man. The captain moved to speak, but the Valkyrie flying down from overhead caused him to quickly forget such thoughts.

The valkyrie landed in front of Az'real, looking him up and down. The light that filtered down through the fog caused her bronze armor to seem to glow, and her wings folded up behind her. While she only stood at the same height as Az'real and the vikings and seemed to smaller than the muscular vikings, the aura of power she exuded seemed to far exceed that of any viking. She inspected Az'real where he stood, taking in the information about what he equipment he had, the quality, etc. After a couple minutes of silence she addressed, seeming to look him in the eyes, even though she has no true eyes to look with. With a tone that oozed of ridicule, she asked a rather simple question. "Why would we have any need of a person who couldn't rid himself of a weak creatures such as that?"

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The Valkyrie thought about it for a bit, silently staring at Az’real in the process. “So,” she began, speaking slowly and clearly, a sort of calm before the storm. “You led an army of these creatures to the shores to Ískaldur, and expect us to deal with them? Why don’t we just kill you and offer your corpse to the leader? What do you have to offer that is worth us going through all this trouble?” Her voice seemed calm, but there was an undercurrent of anger and tension that seemed to suggest that he better have a really good reason for all this. The vikings that had remained behind her and who had met with Az’real originally seemed to give him pitying looks, before slowly shuffling away towards the hall.

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If the valkyrie had eyes, they would be narrowed to dangerous slits. “So you bring an army of monsters to our doorstep, and all you have to offer is a promise?” She sighs and looks at the sky while thinking, the tension seeming to loosen every so slightly. “I suppose we better prepare for the inevitable attack then.” She mutters, before seemingly returning back to reality. She looks at Az’real again. “The one from before, you said it was weak to fire. Are there any other weaknesses we should know of? It’s not as if I would need to know these things, but the viking fodder is much less capable than I and would benefit from such knowledge.”

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The Valkyrie stood firmly planted where she was, looking down upon the prone Az’real. “I’ll go ready my troops.” She said, spreading her wings and departing back to the halls of Hafnarhöfn. Not long after the vikings could be seem marching back down to the docks, equipped with a much larger array of weapons, ranging from spears to swords to clubs. The higher ledge next to the fort was once again manned by archers, with several new unarmed and lightly armored vikings as well, most likely magic casters.

The Valkyrie flew back down to Az’real’s location, vikings hurriedly as she landed. “You will join me up there.” She commanded, gesturing towards the ledge where she had been earlier, from where all the vikings had descended from. A winding set of stairs carved into the cliff wall can be seen, serving as the main form of moving up and down. “After all this we’ll see what to do with you.” She said before once again flying off towards the perch where she had been located during the first attack.