The chill in the wind this day would normally gnaw at the bones of a man, but not today, not with these hot blooded men as they faced off. A valley filled with dark green grass, glistening from the dew that weighed down the blades so that they drooped almost to the dirt. These warriors would stare with steely eyes that had been made cold by decades of civil war, and raiding other nations. Today though, today would be one of the most important days in Vinland’s history. Powerful men stood at the forefront of either army, both of them vying for control of Vinland in hopes of being it’s new king. Haffogir’s eyes narrowed a set of javelins shoved behind his shield, and a spear in his free hand, Kaegar standing opposite shield upon his back, and two handed axe in his hands.
Today Vinland would be the spoils for whichever one of these men were to take the field, whichever one of these men survived the battle. Suddenly a warrior behind Haffogir charged forwards and past him a javelin in hand that was let loose with as powerful a throw as possible, the throwing spear passing over Kaegar’s force to land behind them. That was it, the signal for the battle to begin as now Haffogir had claimed Kaegar’s force for Wotan. Swords, axes, and spears crashed against round shields, cries of anger rose up from either side as they tried to out shout one another.
Leather boots tore through the grass as either side charged, exhales of condensation issuing forth from scarred, and chapped lips with each roar of exultation for battle. Javelins tore through the sky from either side to land in shields of the opposing force, or otherwise tearing through the brave warriors who fought this day to take them to the ground dead, or dying. As shield walls crashed into one another swords, spears, and axes stabbed, or slashed at their opponents hoping to end their lives and claim another warrior as a victory. The cries of battle seemed as if they could be heard for miles, but the Vinlandish would not be the only ones to hear it this day.
As the battle raged another force approached unseen from the south. Skin black as ebony, faces covered in skulls with horns raising forth from the bone they came carrying crude weapons made of stone, and bone. These being darkened the horizon with their black forms as they stared down at the warriors in the valley. Haffogir was the first to see them and called for the battle to stop, and slowly the fight subsided as they all stared at the creatures that looked down upon them.
Opening his mouth to call out to the beings, Haffogir barely shouted. “I see-” When an arrow stuck itself in his throat, and frothy pink blood bubbled from his lips. The sky was suddenly filled with many more crude barbed arrows that plummeted down on the warriors causing them to shrink behind their shields. The ebony colored beings charged down into the valley letting out shrill cries that pierced the ears and caused many a man to cringe in distress over the sound. Bone weapons crashed upon the warriors as they were overwhelmed by the beings and forced to fall back. Kaegar though stood in defiance his axe swinging back and forth cutting through several of the creatures that seemed to simply disappear into the tide of black skinned beings. Kaegar could not hold forever though as a spear lodged itself into his stomach, then another in his chest, and then finally a axe made of stone crushed in the side of his head causing him to fall.
The remaining men who still fought began to run as well following their fellow Vinlandish to get away from these creatures, all of them issuing cries of “VAETTIR! VAETTIR HAVE COME TO TAKE US!”
The battlefield would soon be empty save for the bodies of the fallen Vinland warriors, even the black bodies of any of the Vaettir that had been killed seemed to be gone. Two ravens came towards the ground one landing on Kaegar’s chest, and one landing on Haffogir’s chest each crying loudly. They were heard, a single man wearing black, stooped with a hat that pointed up towards the sky and carrying a single spear, he touched each of their chests with the tip of his spear then walked from the battlefield the ravens landing on his shoulder as he disappeared over the lip of the valley.
OOC
Obviously this will be a RP based around medieval style vikings with technology baed around 1000 AD in a fictional place known as Vinland. Vinland has been split apart by civil war with two powerful men looking to take control of the country, but with the death of these men things have fallen into Anarchy and the threat of the Vaettir looms over the people who live in these lands as they are threatened by the merciless horde of ebony skinned beings. The sisters of Freyja steps forward from its neutrality on the civil war to bring cohesion to the warriors of the Vinland so that they can defeat these beings that threaten the life of every man, woman, and child. That will not be the only threat though, as Graedolf the Red comes from across the sea with his army to invade Vinland after hearing of the fall of it’s mighty leaders thinking it will be easy pickings for his forces.
Players will be taking on the roles of Vinlandish warriors seeking to put a end to the threat of the Vaettir so that they can in turn focus on the approaching forces of Graedolf. Your warriors can be from either force formerly belonging to Haffogir, Kraegar, or even to the Sisterhood of Freyja.
Women in this RP, women are equals to men in almost every way, they fight alongside them, own weapons, property etc, and in the cases of divorce they are favored when it comes to the splitting of possessions.
Weapons, Armor etc. This will be based around Viking Technology from 1000 AD, where they mainly used one handed swords, axes, spears, and javelins in combination with a shield. Though they sometimes used bows. Helmets were typically extremely expensive, and the only real armor around was boiled leather, chainmail, padded cloth etc. So no plate, crossbows, heavy cavalry, or more advanced weaponry.
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