Realistic or Modern Age of Vikings (Always Accepting!)

[northguy]

Aron gave a short nod to his words, thinking back to his memories of his homeland. "The Golden Horde make most folk do a lot more than piss their pants.." He trailed off for a moment, giving a nod as he spoke once more. "My people were forced west by them, we were nomads so they didn't mind us as much.. They wanted to send a message, some barbarians no one would find meant little to them. That didn't mean we were out of their trouble, eventually we ended up in a skirmish with one of their groups, only nine of us made it out." He finished grimly with a glance downward, before letting a grin befall back over his expression. "Guess you're right then."


@John Raptorfist

 

[John Raptorfist]

"Aye. That's unfortunate." Magnus said with a nod before unsteadily getting to his feet. "I think it's about time I head out." The swede said with a yawn, before walking into the streets. The moon bright and full and crickets chirped in the background as Magnus stumbled back to his small home, plopping onto his bed and almost instantly falling asleep. It had been a long day for Magnus, and probably many others in the village as well.

 

[Ms. Sparrow]

Meanwhile, while everyone conversed, Azura was downing her drink. "I'm going to need to be drunk for any conversation." Azura said to particularly nobody. She thought there conversation was grim personally. Azura wasn't really one to relive the past, and she gets angry and upset when people generally ask about it.

 

[northguy]

After the man had left, he looked to who was left around him, none had taken a liking to him, and it was not a surprise, he was a Slav. The enemy. As the door opened and Magnus had been leaving, he raised his voice over. "Was nice to meet, shame your Earl and I could not find an agreement!" Perhaps they would meet again, though it didn't stay in Aron's mind long as he took a stand and arched his back. He gazed around the interior, going to the large tub of honey mead and dipping his horn in. Aron made through the tavern as he passed through groups of rowdy Vikings, preparing for the fight soon to come. He shugged as he went to dip another horn in the ale before beginning back to where he had been sat, looking down to Azura as he offered the horn. "Enough to get five minutes?" He grinned down at her. The Saxon woman had interested him, and he wanted to learn more.


@DarknessSpirit

 

[Ms. Sparrow]

Azura raised an eyebrow as he offered her more mead, she turned and looked at her now empty cup with a frown before turning around again "Fine." She said grudgingly, taking the horn from his hands.

 

[TwistedDreams]

Night had fallen and Agnar had woken a few hours earlier, preparing the invasion that would commence in the next few days. As he stood around the main table with a map of Norway speaking with his warriors, he looked up, noticing Astrid leaning against the entrance to the great hall. He walked over to her, wondering what she would say, had she made a decision? "Astrid" He said, giving her a nod.


@Sharkiee

 

[Sharkiee]

Astrid swayed a little, obvious she had been drinking. She squinted at him, "why must it be so hard?" She whispered. She glanced back to see his company, straightening slightly at the sight of the large men. She blushed looking down at her hands, "is this a bad time?" She tucked her hair behind her ear looking back up at him.


@JacobLoL

 

[northguy]

He sat down next to her as he sipped his own mead, looking over the tavern as he began to speak. "How'd you end up here?" He asked her, his eyes shifting over as he did. He assumed that she was a prisoner here, but he was ignorant to the facts. "Never heard of Saxons wandering over Norse lands before, must be quite the story."


@DarknessSpirit

 

[Ms. Sparrow]

Azura took a sip of the mead, not really looking at him as he asked her a question. But her eyes shifted on him. "Agnar did a raid on England as you know, he raided a village and I shot down a little less then 30 of his men, and I got taken prisoner." Azura said it as if it was nothing, taking another sip of mead.

 

[TwistedDreams]

He looked down at the floor as she spoke then back up at her face, he had a feeling that someone would be feeling hurt tonight. "No, it's fine" He replied to her stepping out of the hall so his men would not hear what she had to say. The night air was cold which wasnt surprising as it was nearly always close to freezing in Egersund.


@Sharkiee

 

[Sharkiee]

She stared at him, unsure what to say, shivering slightly she spoke, "magnus is a great man" she cleared her throat, "but I feel my family would be more proud of me if I chose someone else" Her eyes searched his, "my Earl" a small smile crossed her face as her eyes fell to his lips.


@JacobLoL

 

[northguy]

Aron only responded with the same casual demeanor, despite her claim of brimging


gathering thirty men in combat, which was indeed impressive. He took a quick sip of his drink as he spoke, "Doesn't look you're being treated much a prisoner, though I guess there's no where to run to, hm." He briefly stated, looking back over to her. "Do you plan to return?"

 

[Ms. Sparrow]

"There mistake for releasing me. As for planning to return, that's for me to know and for you to, dot dot dot." Using her finger to indicate the 3 dots. Azura drank down the rest of her drink, watching Aron and waiting for an answer.

 

[northguy]

Aron let our a short chuckle, finishing off the drink as well before speaking once more. "Well, looks like I'll have to." He took note of her empty horn, glancing up to her once more. "Well, looks like my time's up" He spoke with a finishing nod, standing yo his feet as he looked to the back of the room."Never got your name."


@DarknessSpirit

 

[John Raptorfist]

Magnus woke from his slumber in a cold sweat, he couldn't remember what he was dreaming about, but it most likely wasn't pretty. Wrapping himself in a large bear pelt he walked over to his humble fireplace, stoking the flames with a long, metal prong that he normally used to cook food on. Upon its touch, the embers began to glow a brilliant orange-red, and the room quickly started to feel warmer. With a sigh, Magnus hunched over the small fire, still wrapped in the bear skin. Staring blankly into the flames, he thought about what he had thought about for the past few days. Astrid. What if she never loved him in the first place? Magnus grimaced at the thought and fell over onto his side, making himself look like a large furry lump on his floor.

 

[Kencen]

As the sun began to set, Leiknir left the great hall. He considered heading over to the tavern, but winced as he remembered the hellish hangover he had woken up to. He decided to stay away from mead for a day or two, and vowed to never again drink past his tenth tankard full. Leiknir sighed, and headed back home. He was glad to see his Saxon slave girl, Sarnat, happily working with his mother. Her face lit up when she saw him, and she shyly approached him.


“Your mother is most kind,” Sarnat said, as she leaned against him. Leiknir grinned, and wrapped an arm around her shoulder.


“Yes, she is,” he said, starting to walk, leading her towards his bedroom. “And now, it is time that I finally take you to bed.” She smiled, going with him willingly.

 

[Ms. Sparrow]

Azura had also gotten up, leaving the table, at a steady, sly pace she walked to the door, she patted his cheek lightly as she walked out "You'll know soon enough." She said in response to his request for her name, she walked out the door cooly, walking into the cool night air and towards the direction of the ships.

 

[northguy]

Aron didn't mind all much as the woman left, looking at his own ale horn before crossing through the interior of the tavern. He briefly slowed as he passed the large tubs of mead, quickly dipping his horn in and taking it out with him. After only a few shoves, the Slav managed to get out of the tavern, noting the woman going toward the ships off in the distance. His brow rose in curiosity, and he had hoped she did not plan to steal a ship. Did the Saxons have ships? He wouldn't know and it would hardly matter as he stopped in his step, gazing in the direction of the moonlit sea. Curiosity was a curse and a blessing.

 

[John Raptorfist]

As he lay on his side, still watching the licking flames with wide eyes, Magnus thought of Agnar. That goody-goody, always perfect at everything, rich earl! Magnus thought, clenching his fists beneath his bear skin blanket. He was bound to have Astrid's hand in marriage, for Agnar was simply the better, more politically inclined man. As for Magnus...As for Magnus, he was just some drunken brute who couldn't even afford to buy the woman he loved something to express his gratitude. Though he looked calm on the outside as he lay there, a storm churned inside him. A storm of uncertainty, anger, and passion, and the thing was, that Magnus didn't know where it's bolt would strike.

 

[Ms. Sparrow]

As Azura continued on through the darkened streets, which where mainly empty, she hummed a Bulgarian tune quietly to herself, it sounded sad actually. She stopped and paused, looking around, she could've sworn she heard footsteps. She could feel it, she was being followed. She looked to her right, down an alley stood a man, one that was watching her a few nights before.


Azura walked into the alleyway "Why are you following me?" She asked hostily. The man grew angry "This is for my brother" he said quietly, and dangerously. Azura let his words sink in before hearing a footstep behind her she spun around to see a rock slam down on her forehead, then everything went black.

 

[northguy]

Aron muttered a Slavic curse under his breath as he saw the woman fall in the distance, his hand grabbing onto the top of his bardiche slewn over his back. With a swift moment, he had the long axe weapon in his hands, doing this while he ran for the scene in haste. Damn it all. he didn't want to become attached this place, though he wasn't about to let the girl be attacked.. or worse. He did not let his mind dwell on the matter, approaching the scene before he had expected to. In hopes he made it in time, he held the large weapon out in front of him, blocking the alleyway from whoever may be inside. He needed to be careful, very careful.


@DarknessSpirit

 

[Ms. Sparrow]

"The Earl wouldn't be happy wit-"


"She should've been punished, the Earl hasn't done that yet, so we will."


"He has a point if the Earl finds out we have his slave-"


"Shutup. Just bring her back to my home, she won't be missed."


The four men discussed with each other. They turned around as the Salvic man from earlier stood before them "What do you want?!" One of the men hissed, one man slung an unconcious Azura over their shoulder, backing away. The other three pulled out their weapons.

 

[northguy]

Aron kept at the front of the alleyway with his weapon in hand, keeping his hand near the large bladed head of the axe. He glanced between the each of them, before spotting a grin over his expression as he pointed the blade in front of him, offensively. "Now, you got three things that can happen to you here, don't you? First, you can fight me, and lose. No Viking wants their wife to hear their husband was slain by a Slav, and I don't think any blood needs to spill tonight." He took another step forward, maintaining his aggressiveness as he spoke. "Though, say there's an off chance you lot win, then you'll have to your chopped away by the Earl. Which, by the judge of it, none of you will be finding Valhalla after that." He now poised the large weapon straight in front of him, using distance to his advantage should the Viking men attack. "Or you can run like the cowards you are, and leave the girl. So what's it going to be, lads?" He kept the large weapon steady in front of him, grinning as he glanced between each of their faces.


@DarknessSpirit

 

[Ms. Sparrow]

Then men looked around at each other and started laughing. "HA! A Slav! Fighting us, your a bigger fool then your looked upon." The man closer to him shouted, chuckling, he turned to the man holding Azura. "Go, we'll catch up" he commanded. The man nodded, turned and ran the opposite direction off the Salvic man, running through the ally, leaving all of them behind.


The other three charged at the Salvic man, each yelling a war cry, weapons prepared to slam down on him.

 

[northguy]

Aron immediately veered to the left side with a large step, going forward in his movement as he tried to gut the left-most man with a fluid swing as he stepped forward, moving with his momentum as he would turn back to the other two men, standing opposite of them if all had gone well. He held his weapon out firmly, glancing behind him momentarily as he spoke. "Last chance." He spoke as he kept his weapon at the ready, heaving breaths. He didn't favor killing, not right now. "Run."