EDIT --- I just scrolled up and read what y'all said. Haha you guys crack me up!
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Well, since we're playing Dress Up...
EDIT --- I just scrolled up and read what y'all said. Haha you guys crack me up!
EDIT --- I just scrolled up and read what y'all said. Haha you guys crack me up!
Haha he really should have worn his helmet...
Haakon's response is up. Work got cancelled due to too much mud on the Right-Of-Way, so we can't lay pipe without a serious risk of someone getting killed in a bulldozer-induced mud slide.
Sorry it's a bit on the short side.
Sorry it's a bit on the short side.
Healing House, Haakon
Things were moving too quickly for one warrior to handle on his own. Haakon gritted his teeth, clutching his sword as Harald’s men put the hall to the torch, but when they grabbed the little girl he sprung into action. He stepped forward, blade ready, his mouth open to issue a challenge that never came.
Instead he was blindsided, a sword hilt crashing into the base of his skull, setting his ears ringing and staggering him. As Haakon turned to confront the threat, another warrior stepped in and slammed the haft on a long-axe across his temple, driving the Viking to the ground, the earth spinning violently. Four more laughing dogs surrounded him and began to drive their boots into his ribs, head, and stomach, kicking and stomping him like a common beggar as he tried in vain to rise.
The vicious beating lasted several seconds, and by the end of it Haakon lay clinging to consciousness, his face battered and his hair matted with blood. Despite the odds against him, the raider still reached out to cling to one of the men’s legs, his other hand groping desperately for the handle of his saex until the man shook Haakon’s grip free and delivered a final kick to his face, breaking his nose with a crunch and a spray of blood. The man then knelt and put his knee in the small of Haakon’s back, gripping his hair and pulling his head up before drawing his own knife and pressing the gleaming blade to his throat threateningly.
The dazed warrior lay still, his mind in disjointed chaos. His vision was blurred, and all he could hear over the ringing in his ears was the crackling of flames and Hallerna’s shrieking protest.
Things were moving too quickly for one warrior to handle on his own. Haakon gritted his teeth, clutching his sword as Harald’s men put the hall to the torch, but when they grabbed the little girl he sprung into action. He stepped forward, blade ready, his mouth open to issue a challenge that never came.
Instead he was blindsided, a sword hilt crashing into the base of his skull, setting his ears ringing and staggering him. As Haakon turned to confront the threat, another warrior stepped in and slammed the haft on a long-axe across his temple, driving the Viking to the ground, the earth spinning violently. Four more laughing dogs surrounded him and began to drive their boots into his ribs, head, and stomach, kicking and stomping him like a common beggar as he tried in vain to rise.
The vicious beating lasted several seconds, and by the end of it Haakon lay clinging to consciousness, his face battered and his hair matted with blood. Despite the odds against him, the raider still reached out to cling to one of the men’s legs, his other hand groping desperately for the handle of his saex until the man shook Haakon’s grip free and delivered a final kick to his face, breaking his nose with a crunch and a spray of blood. The man then knelt and put his knee in the small of Haakon’s back, gripping his hair and pulling his head up before drawing his own knife and pressing the gleaming blade to his throat threateningly.
The dazed warrior lay still, his mind in disjointed chaos. His vision was blurred, and all he could hear over the ringing in his ears was the crackling of flames and Hallerna’s shrieking protest.
I thought it was fine. Good work Idle
I dig the posts. I do wish I'd been able to post along with; now I have to figure out what Haakon is gonna do. He wouldn't have stood there and allowed all of that without taking a serious beating first.
Nice post Igraine! I dig it.
Collab between Idlehands, Kuro, and RoadRash
Mid morning, Healing House
As Vigi’s voice rang out through the door of the healing house, Haakon snapped into action immediately. Moving to place himself between the women and the door, the raider hauled his shield from his back and gripped it tightly in his left hand, drawing his sword with his right.
“Raudr! Go with Eyja!” he snapped, his eyes never leaving the door. “I’m charging you with her protection; don’t fail me!” Glancing over his shoulder at Svala, Haakon slipped the tip of his sword into the gap of the partially-open door.
“Stay behind me. Try and keep any of them from getting out, and watch out for yourself. I’m armored, you’re not.”
Taking a deep breath, he silently cursed himself for not bringing his helmet, then levered the door open with his sword and charged inside with a battle cry.
Ragnar the Younger was shaken out of his self absorption over the scolding by the pretty young woman and Haakon. His embarrassment forgotten as the sound of warning cries from the healing house sent an icicle of fear down his back. He remembered those cries, the chaos and horror of that day back home not a fortnight ago. He responded quickly to Haakon’s barked order and dashed after Eyja, following her red braid.
He caught up to her, his small practice shield banging against his back and the saex his father gave him bouncing against his hip. He gave no argument for once because the sound of the warrior’s voice he knew it was deadly business. Eyja was just a girl and Harald’s men were a real threat. Raudr charged ahead of her, pulling his shield up as if to ward off unseen enemies and he shouted back to her.
“Keep close to me! If you see anything. draugr or armed men...just stay with me,” he repeated, unsure of what he would do if actually confronted with those monsters or a group of grown men.
As Haakon rushed into the hall, the familiar battle-stench of blood and shit struck him full in the face. Directly across from him, two draugr feasted on a still squirming woman, their hands and faces buried in blood-slicked viscera as their victim feebly tried to fight them off. A third creature stumbled towards the warrior from his right, his blank eyes locked onto Haakon’s, and the man turned and charged, slamming into the creature with his shield. Ducking low and driving with his legs, Haakon again lamented his lack of a helmet as he struggled to keep the grasping hands away from his face, forcing the monster back with the boss of his shield.
The armored warrior’s momentum coupled with the draugr’s lack of coordination won out after a brief struggle, and the creature toppled onto its back near the fire pit, scattering cooking implements. With his opponent down, Haakon stepped away briefly to gather his wits, taking in the state of the room as the draugr fought to right itself.
“Vigi! Get everyone you can out of here! Start moving towards the door!” the raider shouted, his eyes still on the rising draugr. “I’m going to clear a path as best I can. Get moving!”
Vigi snapped his head around at the shout, relieved to see a warrior in the healing house but he didn’t relax yet. “Alright! Don’t let the beast’s sink their teeth into you or you will become one!” He advised before turning to start directing people toward the door.
Stepping swiftly towards the draugr, which had risen to its knees, Haakon swung his sword in a short, sharp arc, burying the gleaming blade in its shoulder. The razored steel bit deep, passing through bone and muscle to lodge itself towards the middle of the monster’s chest, its left arm falling limp and useless as the muscles that operated it were sheared in two from the force of the blow. Haakon dealt it a solid kick to the face, snapping back its head and using the momentum generated to wrench his blade free, before swinging the blade back-handed and cleaving its skull at the temple. As black blood sprayed and brain-matter dribbled from the draugr’s split cranium, the creature fell back, limp.
Vigi yanked down some of the pelts hanging on the line so he could see the other part of the long house better. He yelled directions to the door, grabbing or pushing anyone that was frozen in fear toward the door. He kept glancing over to Haakon and around him to make sure no freshly turned draugr was about to attack him. Sweat started to fall down his skin, making the dirt and black blood run on his pale skin.
Faolan watched Haakon charge through the door, catching a glimpse of the blonde girl, Svala behind him. He stood back, waiting for Wilfred to carry Tora out as Anndrais helped Robbie who was limping from the beating he took. His eyes ran over the scene, the horror of the day at the Ragnarsson’s farm played over again. Blood fouled the floor and made it slick underfoot. He rubbed his neck, feeling the sweat mix with the gore splattered on him as he itched under his slavers collar, tugging at it. When the rest were heading out, he followed, bringing up the rear with his spear in hand, edging around behind Vigi and Haakon.
Mid morning, Healing House
As Vigi’s voice rang out through the door of the healing house, Haakon snapped into action immediately. Moving to place himself between the women and the door, the raider hauled his shield from his back and gripped it tightly in his left hand, drawing his sword with his right.
“Raudr! Go with Eyja!” he snapped, his eyes never leaving the door. “I’m charging you with her protection; don’t fail me!” Glancing over his shoulder at Svala, Haakon slipped the tip of his sword into the gap of the partially-open door.
“Stay behind me. Try and keep any of them from getting out, and watch out for yourself. I’m armored, you’re not.”
Taking a deep breath, he silently cursed himself for not bringing his helmet, then levered the door open with his sword and charged inside with a battle cry.
Ragnar the Younger was shaken out of his self absorption over the scolding by the pretty young woman and Haakon. His embarrassment forgotten as the sound of warning cries from the healing house sent an icicle of fear down his back. He remembered those cries, the chaos and horror of that day back home not a fortnight ago. He responded quickly to Haakon’s barked order and dashed after Eyja, following her red braid.
He caught up to her, his small practice shield banging against his back and the saex his father gave him bouncing against his hip. He gave no argument for once because the sound of the warrior’s voice he knew it was deadly business. Eyja was just a girl and Harald’s men were a real threat. Raudr charged ahead of her, pulling his shield up as if to ward off unseen enemies and he shouted back to her.
“Keep close to me! If you see anything. draugr or armed men...just stay with me,” he repeated, unsure of what he would do if actually confronted with those monsters or a group of grown men.
As Haakon rushed into the hall, the familiar battle-stench of blood and shit struck him full in the face. Directly across from him, two draugr feasted on a still squirming woman, their hands and faces buried in blood-slicked viscera as their victim feebly tried to fight them off. A third creature stumbled towards the warrior from his right, his blank eyes locked onto Haakon’s, and the man turned and charged, slamming into the creature with his shield. Ducking low and driving with his legs, Haakon again lamented his lack of a helmet as he struggled to keep the grasping hands away from his face, forcing the monster back with the boss of his shield.
The armored warrior’s momentum coupled with the draugr’s lack of coordination won out after a brief struggle, and the creature toppled onto its back near the fire pit, scattering cooking implements. With his opponent down, Haakon stepped away briefly to gather his wits, taking in the state of the room as the draugr fought to right itself.
“Vigi! Get everyone you can out of here! Start moving towards the door!” the raider shouted, his eyes still on the rising draugr. “I’m going to clear a path as best I can. Get moving!”
Vigi snapped his head around at the shout, relieved to see a warrior in the healing house but he didn’t relax yet. “Alright! Don’t let the beast’s sink their teeth into you or you will become one!” He advised before turning to start directing people toward the door.
Stepping swiftly towards the draugr, which had risen to its knees, Haakon swung his sword in a short, sharp arc, burying the gleaming blade in its shoulder. The razored steel bit deep, passing through bone and muscle to lodge itself towards the middle of the monster’s chest, its left arm falling limp and useless as the muscles that operated it were sheared in two from the force of the blow. Haakon dealt it a solid kick to the face, snapping back its head and using the momentum generated to wrench his blade free, before swinging the blade back-handed and cleaving its skull at the temple. As black blood sprayed and brain-matter dribbled from the draugr’s split cranium, the creature fell back, limp.
Vigi yanked down some of the pelts hanging on the line so he could see the other part of the long house better. He yelled directions to the door, grabbing or pushing anyone that was frozen in fear toward the door. He kept glancing over to Haakon and around him to make sure no freshly turned draugr was about to attack him. Sweat started to fall down his skin, making the dirt and black blood run on his pale skin.
Faolan watched Haakon charge through the door, catching a glimpse of the blonde girl, Svala behind him. He stood back, waiting for Wilfred to carry Tora out as Anndrais helped Robbie who was limping from the beating he took. His eyes ran over the scene, the horror of the day at the Ragnarsson’s farm played over again. Blood fouled the floor and made it slick underfoot. He rubbed his neck, feeling the sweat mix with the gore splattered on him as he itched under his slavers collar, tugging at it. When the rest were heading out, he followed, bringing up the rear with his spear in hand, edging around behind Vigi and Haakon.
Better get my waders, 'cause the shit's getting deep!
Haakon and Raudr are there, I suspect Ragnar and company will be on the scene shortly... Looking forward to moving forward. Great posts, guys.
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In other news, due to weather and assorted nonsense, I've got today and tomorrow off. I'll try and get some writing done.
Haakon and Raudr are there, I suspect Ragnar and company will be on the scene shortly... Looking forward to moving forward. Great posts, guys.
----EDIT----
In other news, due to weather and assorted nonsense, I've got today and tomorrow off. I'll try and get some writing done.
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