Post#4
@ShadowKingman
"Then Berserker Sinfjotli, I am Amedea of the family Procul - although don't bother remembering that; it's a family I intended to have abandoned. And as long as you cause no permanent complications to our goal, you are free to defend your honor and dignity as you see fit."
Berserker cocked his head to one side, taken aback by her sudden confession of familial disloyalty. He blinked a few times torn between outrage and sympathy. Family was not something to be thrown aside lightly, much less spoken openly about, especially to a powerful stranger. To break such a powerful taboo and speak about it openly no less...
Yet that was the very path he had walked in life on his own road to heroism. Maybe she was far more suited to him than he had first judged?
Sinfjotli chuckled and shook his head. He simply didn't know what to make of this girl anymore. It all depended on the reason for her disgrace, whether or not she had abandoned them because they had shamed themselves, or if she had been thrown out for bringing shame on them. He would have to wait and see. He should feel angry for the misfortune of being summoned by an outcast but somehow he found himself in sudden good humor.
His chuckle turned into a laugh.
"Well, you're not shy about your position at least." He said once he had recovered himself.
"Though you're mad if you think you can offer me fair compensation while outcast from your own family. Ha! No matter, no matter. I have a certain... understanding with those on the run. I am Sinfjotli, the greatest warrior who's ever lived! Remain with me and you will have more plunder and glory than you could ever dream of, not to mention whatever prize lies at the end of this conflict.
Never forget, the favor of Wodan lies with me, whoever stands by my side will share in that favor, so, whatever your position or breeding before now, all that has changed. Hold your head up, do not shame us and before you know it you will be a queen among your kind.
Now...Sinfjotli turned and regarded the rest of the assembled crowd. Most were still sticking to pairs, but a few had wandered off and engaged the others.
"Do you know any of this band? Who is Lord here? Who called the raid?"
Post#5
@Flamelord
Walgrave nodded slowly as his Servant took his leave. Despite the guarantee given by Zelretch himself Walgrave suddenly felt very vulnerable alone in the room with so many powerful spirits. What he wouldn't give for a chair right now.
Slowly the ageing magus edged towards one of the walls, watching the room with suspicious eyes, waiting for the next stage to come. With a brief mental command he sent a few of his cockroaches out, watching them scuttle across the floor to the left and right of him towards the Servant Master pairs flanking him. Sinking his chin down onto his chest he leaned back against the wall and closed his eyes. An outside observer might have taken him to be asleep, but inside his mind he was looking through the eyes of his familiars, listening to their ears, and waiting.
