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Another man joined their side, the grease of boar meat still at the corner of his lips and his eyes glimmering with a certain enthusiasm. Erik Sveinson was the stranger’s name. He looked almost out of place among the others in the mead hall. Perhaps it was the seeming preference for traveling light; only leather to serve as means of protection. Or the lack of crude weaponry, much like himself. Curious, Iórunn thought, but wasn’t allowed to think more of it as a voice boomed through the hall and had his gaze torn from Sveinson to get a better view on the Wolfwind’s owner. Alas, he couldn’t quite see him among the taller men and women. All he could see was a tuft of blond hair that moved towards the door.

With excitement and - possibly - nerves, Iórunn looked at his two new companions. First he turned to Erik, returning his smile as he spoke, “I look forward to fight at your side, Erik, but first let us face the seas and pray that Njord puts wind in our sails. Perhaps you could tell me more about yourself on our voyage, brother.
Then he turned back towards the man he’d later come to know as Ulfrik Æinridisson. “Let us head to the docks and seek out the Wolfwind’s steersman. In the meantime, tell me your name.”” Iórunn then stepped towards the door to exit the mead hall and head towards the docks where he had seen the longship docked earlier today. While he expected the other two to follow, the archer didn’t look back to check. He was eager to get this trip started. It felt as if the gods were at their side today.

As he walked he registered little of his surroundings. Not the children running around, hollering and cheering, nor the vendors trying to get some coin off of the strangers that had gathered in their village to join the raid; not the dogs barking or the dirt and mud beneath his feet. He was in his head for most of the way - wondering what the voyage would be like. Truth be told, he had little experience aboard a longship. He’d figure it out, Iórunn told himself to calm the nerves that were starting to coil inside his chest.

Loving you guy's posts. Can't wait until we can have some proper interaction between characters to get to know more about them.

@ZombeeZ Hey! Better "late" than never, right :)
@Sharidi37495 Both is definitely an option XD

Manageable though?
How is everyone doing during the whole quarantine business by the way? Bored? Busy?
And so it has begun! I will @ those who I am directly conversing with since I think, once everyone is posting, it's easier to keep track on things like that. If it's annoying, just let me know and I'll delete it!


It had been his father who had come to him with the news of an upcoming raid, but it was his uncle who had told him to enlist so he could make a name for himself. Iórunn had agreed with his uncle. It was about time that he proved himself. While his father was a respected skáld, and he had earned his way to Valhalla through tellings of the gods, he himself knew that he’d never earn a place in the Halls of Odin like that. - No, he had to go out there and earn it through sweat and blood.
And it was so that he found himself in an unfamiliar town and an unfamiliar mead hall. He was a long way from home, having traveled along the trader’s routes by horse - which he sold the moment he arrived in town. There was no way back, he had told himself. The ship, named The Wolfwind, had already been docked and gentle swayed on the waves. It was hard to forget a sight of such a great vessel. A vessel on which he would travel and raid with his Shieldbrothers and -sisters.

As of now, Iórunn was seated near the bar, back resting against the wall as he observed his surroundings and tried to find Finnleik Oronson among the gathering crowd. Truth be told, he wasn’t sure who to look for. A man, that he knew. A man with a ship. So as his eyes still roamed the mead hall, looking at the individual faces, he brought his drinking horn to his lips and took a swig of mead. The taste was welcoming. The feeling of it warming his chest even more so. It was then that his eyes were caught by a man who loudly declared that he’d be part of the raids. Well, at least he had found one of his Shieldmates.

After a moment of reconsidering, Iórunn approached.

Skål!” he raised his horn and flashed him a smile. Compared to the other, Iórunn supposed that he looked very much like a whelp. This man had clearly seen more battles than himself. It didn’t matter since he was sure that he’d prove himself on the upcoming voyage. Besides, it would be good to have an experienced warrior at his side, he thought as he subconsciously ran his fingers over the fletchings of his arrows.“I admire your confidence, friend. I take that you’re here for The Wolfwind as well?

The name is Iórunn.





I'm absolutely stoked for this RP. How many players do you wish to have before you start it off? - Also, just out of curiosity, once it has started will it still be open for new players?

It's been such a long time since I last did a group RP.



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