Realistic or Modern From The North With Fury (Always Accepting)

[Sharkiee]

Briana ignored his apology, starting to climb the stairs, "we can watch from up here" she called down to him, she burst open one of the storage cupboards, pulling out various skins and furs that her husband had made, behind the pile was a small window that looked out onto the shore, the sight of the large boats sent a wave of fear through her, or was it excitement.


Her eyes wide with curiosity at the sight of them, she waited for the man to make his way into the small cupboard.


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[Ruckingdom293]

Harald nodded, satisfied for now with that answer. If Arvid proved to be a man of his word, they might be able to do great things together. Who knows? He looked up at the hillside, where a small hut was situated in the trees. Anyone inside would have a good vantage point on their landing party.


"While we wait a little longer for your brother's scouts, we should probably make sure no one is watching us," he said, pointing at the house with his axe. He looked at his two bodyguards. "Come on, maybe there's something of value there," he said with a glint of curiosity in his eye. Truth be told, he wanted to explore the house. See how similar, or how different, it was to their own homes and styles.


Walking away from Arvid, him and his two men made their way towards the house, axe and swords in hand.


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[Spyro]

From the figure's view point, he could see the ships and the fortifications that they were making. He could only glare, and then he looked over to a nearby tree to look at a bunch of leaves in one of the branches. However the leaves moved, and reviled a man in a cloak that looked like leaves. The figure closed one of his hands, then pointed to the ships, then pointed to the sky in a quick, but quiet manor. The man nodded, and began to watch the ships. With this done, the figure then started to move a short way and did the same thing with another person, and then continued from there with the many mercenary's with the few that were hiding in the forest, and in other mercenary's in other area's.

 

[Sharkiee]

Briana had caught sight of the men moving toward her house, "shit.." she cursed, unsure if she was seen. Cautiously she slid down from the pile of skins, her feet making the floor creak under her.


She took off down the stairs to her back door, slamming the lock across the frame. Her heart was racing, "old man?" She whispered, she had not seen him, well, at least he was hidden, she pressed against the door her eyes darting around for a hiding place.


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[John Raptorfist]

Arvid looked up at the small house, biting his cheek has he did. It looked rather quaint, just a a two story, wooden framed, thatch roofed...hut. But, maybe Harald was right, and something of value was hidden within. The brown-haired man jogged up into Harald and his guard, his shortsword in hand, and his bone pendant hanging from his neck. Even if there was nothing worth their time inside, maybe Arvid would get to see the people of this land, and their foreign ways. Taking a gulp of air, he opened the wooden door of the house, causing it to produce an audible creak. Before he even took a step in, Arvid saw that the place seemed empty. But one thing caught his interest. A single lit candle. It's sliver of bright orange flame created what seemed like a halo of light around it. Either this place had been left in a hurry, or somebody was still here.


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[Sharkiee]

Briana heard the door, letting out a breath, there was no time for whatever the old man had planned, she ran her hand through her hair, getting the strays out of her face. She tiptoed towards the bed her husband and her shared, getting down she slid under.


She could hear her heart beating, forcing herself to cover her mouth, trying to remain silent. She could hear the foot steps.


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[St. Boethius]

When Argeus saw the Vikings getting close and he didn't have time for his trap he went back upstairs where he quickly pulled up a seat to pretend he had been asleep. Keeping with this facade he heard the door open and the heavy foot steps of the raiders. He was confident he could take take of a few Vikings and escape so he would stay upstairs and see how many there were by listening to the foot steps.


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[Ruckingdom293]

Harald pointed his two fingers towards the room where Argeus was, and they moved towards the door frame cautiously keeping their shields raised. They entered the room to see the old man sleeping. One of the men stepped carefully towards him, shield ready for anything, and poked his side with his sword.


Harald pushed open the door to another room in the house, and saw what looked like a bedroom. He shuffled around, searching the place. Some tin cups where about the only thing of real value in this place. He frowned as he walked over to the bed, plopping himself down on top of it. He shifted uncomfortably. "It is a wonder the people here ever get any sleep at night," he remarked idly, feeling the material of the skins and furs that adorned the top as covers.


He looked up at the wall, pointing his axe at the Cross with a sly smirk, as if challenging the Christian God. He bounced off the bed, landing on the floor with a thunk. He pursed his lips, wondering where any valuables might be hidden away. Surely they had something. He threw open a handmade cabinet beside the bed, and seeing that it held nothing more than a few copper pieces, he tossed it to the ground.


Bending over he decided he might check beneath the bed. It was the last place he could think to look.

 

[St. Boethius]

Argeus breathed in deeply as he 'stirred from his slumber' He instantly looked absolutely frightened, " Ah! What are you doing in my home you savages?!" Argeus said trying to provoke the two vikings so he could exploit an opening as he pulled himself from the chair with his walking stick. These raiders seemed to be well trained, cautious. They must have survived many battles.


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[John Raptorfist]

Arvid stepped inside the house, watching as Harald poked the side of a sleeping old man that he hadn't even noticed. He stirred and shouted, but Arvid decided to ignore him for now. Perhaps Harald would be a even better ally than Arvid had once thought, with an eye like that. Letting a low whistle escape from his lips as he stalked around the hut, his weight causing the warped floorboards to creak. Stopping next to a table the man found what appeared to be a small idol of a woman. He'd seen countless numbers of these things in England and Francia. 'Marie' The Franks had called it. It was apparently sacred to these Christians. His dark blue eyes studied the figure for some time before snorting and moving on. He soon found himself digging in a cabinet, knocking over various wooden cups as he did. Arvid was about retract his hand, when his skin touched something cool. Pulling the item out, he saw that it was a cross of the chrstians, but it was made of silver and designed with various looping patterns. Arvid felt a smile tug at his lips as he pocketed the amulet and moved on, it sounded like Harald was trashing the bedroom already. Walking into the room, limply swinging his sword in his hand, Arvid spotted Harold peering under the bed. "Anything?" He asked the man, leaning against the door frame.


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[Sharkiee]

Briana watched as the pair of boots walked from one side for her room to another, opening things and talking in a strange language, she yelped as he sat down on the bed above her, pressing her hand tighter to her face. She felt like a child hiding from a monster, her eyes watered slightly as she whimpered under the bed.


A second pair of boots came into view, her attention changed to the blue eyes that were now visible, she closed her eyes as tight as she could, she began to pray, hoping that God would help her, even if he wouldn't help her on other nights.

 

[Leusis]

Hafthor lazily sat near the water on the beach, his men surrounding him as they set up tents as it was likely this beach would be the main camp for his forces as well as the other leaders. Having only brought fifty men with him Hafthor had no intention of taking risks and was more than willing to let the others go off and die looking for things to loot. His men on the other hand would stay focused and together, or Hafthor would kill them himself.


Eventually standing from his seated position Hafthor noticed that the other leaders seemed to have left the camp, a foolish mistake as they could be ambushed and killed or taken prisoner, a mistake even Hafthor could see. Sighing to himself he called for five of his best warriors to follow him, slowly walking up the hill to the hovel where he watched them enter. Stepping through the open door Hafthor's boots slammed against the floor boards with ever heavy step he took, his men following close behind. Eventually however Hafthor would find himself leaning in through a doorway where two warriors seemed to be facing off with some old man.

 

[Sharkiee]

Jamie squinted towards his home, he had heard the vikings had landed but none had been seen in the village, it made him feel uneasy. Upon seeing the front door open he picked up his pace, jogging to the enterance, "Briana?" he called, Jamie glanced either side of the hut, Briana's red hair not to be seen either by the wood pile to the right of their house or to the left, she really liked to test his patience. Letting out a sigh he stepped through the door, having to lower his head to get through the door. His attention instant brought to the cups on the floor, either she had failed to tidy up after the children she tended too, or... He gripped his hunting knife, pulling it out from it's hoist on his belt, "Briana..." he called again, stepping quietly into the house, the floor boards creeking slightly as he stepped. He noticed the candle, the wax creating droplets down the sides of it as it burned, she was still here... Jamie kept the knife held tightly in his hand as he stepped closer to his bedroom.


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[John Raptorfist]

Swiving around on his heel as nonchalantly as possible, Arvid came face-to-face with a man. Probably the owner of this home. The Norseman towered over this native, his body casting a shadow onto the man's face. Though the man was armed, the always reckless Arvid simply clapped him on the shoulder, letting loose a hearty laugh. What was he going to do? Poke him to death with that tiny knife of his. Maybe this man would be of some use though. Struggling to fish the words from his head, Arvid managed to speak, though rather raggedly in English to this man, hoping they spoke the same language. "W-what...call this...uhh.." He motioned his hands around the room as if to say 'around' "Land...yes?"


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[Sharkiee]

Jamie raised an eyebrow at the man, looking at the hand on his shoulder, shrugging it off. He didn't answer him, Jamie stared the man in the eye, the towering man making Jamie slightly uncomfortable, he pushed passed him, keeping the knife pointed in Arvid's direction as he poked his head around the door frame, another one... Jamie knew he wasn't going to be able to fight them off. He noticed his belongings had been looked through, a flicker of anger sparked within him, this was his home, what gave them the right to take what's not theirs. He looked back at Arvid, "My wife?" he grunted hoping the man understood him.


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[John Raptorfist]

This little man was tenacious. Is the thought that first came to mind when he pushed past Arvid. The Viking gripped the hilt of his sword, deftly swinging it from side to side as he stepped in front of the wooden doorframe to block the other man's escape. He was now babbling in some strange tounge that sounded nothing like anything Arvid had heard before. Rasing a brow, the brown-haired man chuckled, shaking his head as if to tell him 'I don't know what you are saying'. What use was a man they couldn't understand anyway? If the raiders let him go, he'd just scamper off to the nearest village and warn them all. Arvid suddenly took a menacing step forward, sword grasped firmly in hand.

 

[St. Boethius]

When this new person came in it gave Argeus the opportunity he was looking for and faster than your untrained person could manage He had thrusted his walking stick through the eye socket of the first nameless nordsman then produced his knife from his robes and stabbed into the other one's throat and with a spinning motion slit the second nordsman's throat and threw the knife at the leg of Harald who had been further behind the other two. All this had happened within just a few short fluid movement and with his knife out of his hand Argeus jumped at the window in an attempt to escape.


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[Sharkiee]

"Och, idiot..." he muttered turning to walk out the door, only to walk into Arvids shoulder. He glared up at the man, pulling his knife up to rest it against the man's throat, this man didn't feel Jamie was a threat, not keeping up his guard, "where is she?" He grunted again, he managed some words before but not now?.. he squinted sizing the man up as he held the knife to the man's throat. He was frustrated that this man didn't speak his language, and the fact they were in his house, taking his stuff, stuff he worked hard for. He heard the commotion upstairs, making him retract the knife, glancing up stairs, "Briana?" he called.


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[John Raptorfist]

Pushing the tip of the foreigner's blade away slowly with his finger, Arvid raised his brow. This little man was just walking amongst the raiders like they were old drinking buddies! Arvid thought that this alone was outrageous. His grip tightened around the hilt of his sword and he took a step forward, this man was going to die. Right here and right now. Lifting the iron blade up to the left for a quick, precise strike, Arivd swung the sword. The blade made a whooshing noise as it sliced through the air and then into the man's neck. He'd used the sword's blade more like an axe, more of a chop than a slash.


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[Sharkiee]

Briana, still with her eyes shut heard the horrible gargling coming from her now dying husband. She kept her eyes shut ad shrugged shuffled backwards hoping to make it out the other side of the bed without getting grabbed. Something hit the floor, rolling towards her, she opened her eyes to see her husbands head. She left out a scream, throwing herself backward into the bedside table, the items on top crashing to the floor. Briana stared at the man from over the side of the bed, her eyes darting from the headless body to the Viking.


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[John Raptorfist]

Arvid watched contentedly as the sputtering man toppled to the floor, scarlet blood bubbling from his lips that seemed to be transfixed in a silent scream. The Norseman was about to turn around when a scream sent him reeling. It had made him jump so much, that he had slammed into the wall behind him. Arvid's deep blue eyes soon spotted the noise's source as his breathing slowed and he began to regain his composure. A woman. Fair skinned, with hair the color of flame. Just as the English had told them. Crossing his arms, Arvid took a few, slow, steps closer to her. She was rather pretty, maybe he'd have his way with her if the other raiders decided to pillage somewhere else for a bit. "Heh...you must be..." He looked down to the dead man that lay in a pool of his own blood. "His wife..." The Viking grinned, wiping a fleck of blood off his cheek.


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[Sharkiee]

Briana wasn't sure what to do, she stepped backwards as the man stepped forward, making her bump into the bed cabinet again, loosing her balance. She fell to the floor with a thud, shuffling back more her back pressed against the wall. Briana began to pray again, mumbling the words as she stared at the man. Her husband was dead, but she had no time to thank him, she was probably next.


@John Raptorfist

 

[St. Boethius]

Argeus had been clear into the forest when he heard the scream. With a sigh he stopped himself and started back to the house. He couldn't let the kindness she showed him go to waste. Argeus crept around the house peeking into the window that was her bed room.


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[Leusis]

Hafthor chuckled as the two viking men were slain by the old man and the knife thrown at one of the earls that had joined the raid. His chuckle turning to a booming laugh as the old man jumped from the window he slowly began walking back down stairs. Not even bothering to investigate when he heard the scream he simply stepped out of the front door. Quickly Hafthor would pace around the house, trying to find in what direction the old man had run off to. It was only when he came to the back of the house that he spotted him, looking into one of the bedroom windows.


"You, fight" he said, bumbling his way through the foreign tongue as best he could, attempting to make his intentions clear. A massive wooden shield in his left hand and a two handed sword held in his right that only he could use with one he stared down at the much smaller man from a half dozen paces away. Pointing his sword at the man for a moment he would then slam its flat side on his shield several times sending thunderous echoes into the forest before he moved forward to swing his massive blade at the mans shoulder.


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[Ms. Sparrow]

Sadime and 5 other soldiers stood crouched in the forest, Her cloaked dress, shadowing her face, although her dark red hair peaked out from under the shadow. Sadime breathed out a sigh. She hated the feeling of helplessness. Sadime couldn't sneak up on the Vikings with 200 men. Sadime's light gray eyes flitted around. She cringed as a scream erupted from the house. She couldn't do it. She had to go in. Underneath her fine dress, was fit, black leather armor, and even though she wore a dress, an silver, light sword hung at her side. Sadime signaled for her men to follow her, quietly, she snuck around the back of the house, paying little attention to the old man, and the large Viking man, what had his back to her. This was one of the most reckless things she'd ever done, but she couldn't stand idly by while innocent people were hurt. The five men entered the house first, Sadime. followed last, entering quietly, and hardly making a sound. She signaled the men to stop, looking around at the houses surroundings, hearing a commotion upstairs, she assumed they were up stairs.