Rowan
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Post by Rowan on Oct 15, 2009 7:14:57 GMT -5
*As the morning chill creeps into the tents and cabins of the warriors in the camp of the Northern Steppes a hush or absense of sound wakes the few still asleep. You stumble out of your tents to see a sight that brings icewater into your viens.*
*There is blood crystalizing on the dewy grass and the evidence of a pitched battle. Even the greenest of warriors would have been awoken by a battle this brutal.*
*After helping clean up, a head count is taken and the chief and his trusted warriors enter Rowan's large tent. They exit a few moments later with grim sorrow on thier faces. Even Fury and Klaxx look disenheartened.*
"Warriors and Savages!" the big chieftan sas to the gathered, murmoring crowd. "We have a couple things to tell you all as a group. Sometime last night, all six of the guards were taken, as were the armorments for at least two score of our soldiers."
*a shock falls over you all as your home has been breached. the last places many view as safe and as thier bastion has been invaded, but the theft isn't as scary as the missing warriors and missing friends.*
"The amount of blood left at thier posts should have meant thier deaths, but our rangers and trackers tell us that they all walked away... *Rowan pauses and his face turns ashen grey* ... to the west."
"This is the first time in a score of years that the undead have been so bold to come across the hills much less into a CAMP! Its time for action, it is time to prepair ourselves to battle the dead. I will share more after I talk to Three-trees, the shaman from my tribe."
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Post by Syr Kaigar Vegulfr Lodbroksonr on Oct 15, 2009 9:40:13 GMT -5
A strange smile had crept it's way across Ragnar's face as he made his way towards the camp, his horse running at full gallop. Last night had been....Interesting, to say the least, as evidened by the large bag hanging from the saddle by his leg. After a final turn, he cleared the woods, and slowed the pace down a bit as he made his way into the camp proper, eventually bringing the horse to a stop before dismounting. He untied the bag, slung it over his shoulder, and stepped lightlythrough the blood-spattered remnants of the outpost, making his way towards the gathering group.
"Make way!" He shouted, shoving aside anyone who stood in his way, that strange grin still plastered on his face. He paused after making his way through the crowd, listening to Rowan's words, nodding slightly. After he had fnished, Ragnar stepped forward and adressed the Chieftain: "Rowan, I think I have something that our young pups need to see, it might help themmake up their minds as to whether or not they are going to stay and fight..." With those words, he set the bag on the ground, and only then was it apparent that the bag was still moving...
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Post by Ska'ar Wulfsiger on Oct 15, 2009 10:39:16 GMT -5
Wulfsige slightly lifted the brim of a wide brimmed felt hat that hid most of his face in shadow to examine the bag with a bit of curiosity. His heels still kicked up near the fire, and a few of his company standing around idly, he lifted one leg to gently kick one of the "dogmeats" out of the way of his view. His face turned from a curious look to that of a mischievous smile, much like his comrade who had just made the presentation before the crowd.
"If any of ye lily livered, pansy trotters haven't already soiled yerselves at the mention of 'undead'...," he snarked in a raspy tone, "ye would do well t' devote yer undivided attentions to this expository dissertation 'ere, methinks...if, that is, ye don't want t' end up like yer missin' brethren. This 'ere be educational, an' would do ye well t' listen."
The pirate lord sneered and smirked and chuckled all together in a disconcerting way that only the good Captain can manage to do. All the while he spoke, he continued to hold the brim of his hat up just enough to see the events before him, as he cut and folded a deck of gypsy cards with his spare. He finished the last punctuation by flicking face up the Ace of Spades.
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Rowan
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Post by Rowan on Oct 15, 2009 15:30:33 GMT -5
*Rowan cracks his neck to the left, then to the right as he draws his steal and goes to Ragnar's side. All the while looking at Wulf with a "we've talked about this" tone to his gaze.*
"Show 'em what you got Ragnarus."
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Post by Syr Kaigar Vegulfr Lodbroksonr on Oct 15, 2009 18:27:39 GMT -5
Ragnar grinnd a bit wider, bowing slightly towards Rowan and tossing a nod towards the Cap'n. He turned to the crowd and picked up the bag, utying it slowly as he spoke. "I know that only a select few of us here have ever had the chance to see an Undead face to face...This is something that puts us at a rather severe disadvantage," He paused, reacing into the bag carefully, "So, I went ahead and did some...Hunting, if you will, and decied to remedy that situation..."
With that, he pulled his hand out of the bag, a pair of rotting heads hanging by the hair. The faces were twisted into a permanent mask of agony, the skin a sickly ashen pallor. Their lips, shriveled and blackened, repeatedly opened and closed, revealing swollen, black tongues and rotted, yellow teeth dripping with saliva. He tossed the heads toward the crowd, which shrank back away from then, their faces locked in expressions of horror.
"This is what we're up against. Creatures that feel no pain, no remorse, no fear...They only feel hunger. And they don't stop until that hunger is satisfied..." He trailed off, glancing at the heads before continuing, "Unfortunately for us, that hunger can't be sated..."
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Post by Ska'ar Wulfsiger on Oct 15, 2009 18:59:36 GMT -5
Wulf held back as much laughter as he could, watching the more youthful warriors. If only they weren't so green...both on the field, and currently, in their skin tone, he thought. Oh...har har....that were a good one! He fought to hold back a roar of laughter. His mischievous smarkiness at the situation likely made the already uneasy even more so. It was almost as if he were enjoying this far too much.
"And neither can my coffers, Ragnarus!" his tone quickly changing to that of business. He pulled back the hat to reveal his stark, bloodshot eyes as he stood up with a purpose and pushed another of the "dogmeats" out of his way as he moved forward and looked toward Rowan Proudoak. "How much per head? You want 'em gone, they be gone!" He put the heel of his boot straight through one of the still quivering zombie heads on the ground with a splutter. As it burst like a melon and splattered among the crowd, he added, "Don't worry, though...this is personal. Discount rate."
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Post by Furyun on Oct 16, 2009 0:00:58 GMT -5
Furyun bursts out from the armory dressed for battle spear in hand, red faced, angry, with feint black tracers coming from his back the way he does when in the heat of battle.
"durn Drow fool!" he shouts taking an elevated stance on a table throwing a torch to the ground.
"Burn them, burn every drop of blood on the ground, and burn that durn bag!!!"
"You go out without warning to collect a "few heads" to show to everyone, and our friends get slaughtered for it."
*Rowan steps forth to stop him from exiting the already anxious, and scared crowd but is cut off*
"You may not see a connection but I do. And whats worse, you brought them back here, still moving, still giving off a cent for their cousins to follow. Only a Drow fool bastard would butcher a bear cub in his own house."
"Six of our brothers were killed and all you an say is look what I've brought you, with that durn smirk on your face"
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Post by Rowan on Oct 16, 2009 11:55:06 GMT -5
*Rowan steps in front of Furyun, making his wide bulk a block between him and Ragnar.*
"Calm down all of you. I'm actually glad he brought these here. Now you can have a view of what we are faceing and choose for yourselves if you want to go."
*Rowan puts a big boot on the second head and crushes it.*
"Wulf, I offer no bounty on the heads of the undead. I would hope that your heart isn't so black that you wouldn't kill them unless you're gettin' paid."
"Clean up this mess, burn the ground here."
*Rowan turns away from the crown and walks off into the afternoon.*
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