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Sea Raiders: A Viking Saga

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Sea Raiders: A Viking Saga

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.

@Sanity43217@GingerBoi123

Sea Raiders: A Viking Saga

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 :)

Sea Raiders: A Viking Saga

@Sharidi37495 Both is definitely an option XD

Manageable though?

Sea Raiders: A Viking Saga

How is everyone doing during the whole quarantine business by the way? Bored? Busy?

Sea Raiders: A Viking Saga

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!

Sea Raiders: A Viking Saga

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.”

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@Sanity43217

Sea Raiders: A Viking Saga

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.

Sea Raiders: A Viking Saga

Iórunn Málgeirsson

Name:

Iórunn Málgeirsson

Name Pronunciation:

Joren

Age:

24

Appearance:

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Personality:

Iórunn is described as a spirited man, always eager to prove his worth to the gods and to the man, or woman, he swore his loyalty to. He’s a fighter, both by combat and with words and wits, thanks to his father. The man had taught him a lot, and told him that - though men said that words were just air - speech could raise settlements and bring down kings. If he thinks that words won’t help him, he prefers to settle things from a distance with the swiftness of an arrow. Some might think him a coward, but he knows better and needs not prove it as long as he thinks the gods are at his side.

While Iórunn has his peculiarities, he was raised well and proper. Kindness comes easily to him and he’s always keen to help out whenever he can. When he senses that the morale is low, his instinct is to try and raise it with the tellings about giants, elves, kings and gods.

Bio:

His father was a skáld, a storyteller of sorts, who told about great men and women, courageous heroes and the almighty gods. He was both honoured and feared by nobility; able to put a king’s reputation to shame, however, mostly, praising the lords and ladies for their deeds. His stories made the gods come alive to all who listened as they traveled from one place to the next in their oxen-pulled cart. When Iórunn was but a child he’d sit on his mother’s lap near the door, always listening to his father’s tales with great intrigue, and as he grew older he started sharing the stories of the gods and kings himself with his father proudly watching him. Still, most of the skálding he leaves to his father while Iórunn helps his mother out at the farm where they eventually settled.
While his father is away most of the time, his mother has taken running the farm upon herself and excelling at it. It is how she earns her own share, which she is very much proud of. When the two still traveled the land together, Iórunn’s mother would often sing for the lords and ladies whose halls they’d visit. Often she’d be praised for her voice, a voice granted to her by Bragi, but since the loss of two of her children - a son and a daughter - her songs ceased to be.

As his father was away a lot and his mother busied herself with the household and farm, it was Iórunn’s uncle, the brother of his mother, who taught him how to hunt and fight. While not excelling with an axe or sword, Iórunn hand seemed guided by Skadi as he proved to be an excellent archer and huntsman.

Family:

Father:

Málgeir

Mother:

Katla

Uncle:

Læiknarr

Brother:

✝ Rœrikr died of smallpox

Sister:

✝ Beyla died of smallpox

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Equipment:

Weaponry:

His favoured weapon is his ash longbow that’s 190cm in length and has an effective range of about 200m, with a leather quiver at his waist. As a secondary weapon, to protect himself if enemies come within striking distance, Iórunn has his long seax with runes decorating the blade.

Clothes:

Outfit

Protective features:
Leather lamellar chest plate over long ringmail shirt.

Extras:

He has a series of crude-looking tattoos that cover a large part of his body. Some parts have mostly faded, such as those covering his lower arms and hands. Most of them are names of the gods, words of victory or wishes for good fortune.

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Sea Raiders: A Viking Saga

Iórunn Málgeirsson

Name:

Iórunn Málgeirsson

Name Pronunciation:

Joren

Age:

24

Appearance:

[+]

Personality:

Iórunn is described as a spirited man, always eager to prove his worth to the gods and to the man, or woman, he swore his loyalty to. He’s a fighter, both by combat and with words and wits, thanks to his father. The man had taught him a lot, and told him that - though men said that words were just air - speech could raise settlements and bring down kings. If he thinks that words won’t help him, he prefers to settle things from a distance with the swiftness of an arrow. Some might think him a coward, but he knows better and needs not prove it as long as he thinks the gods are at his side.

While Iórunn has his peculiarities, he was raised well and proper. Kindness comes easily to him and he’s always keen to help out whenever he can. When he senses that the morale is low, his instinct is to try and raise it with the tellings about giants, elves, kings and gods.

Bio:

His father was a skáld, a storyteller of sorts, who told about great men and women, courageous heroes and the almighty gods. He was both honoured and feared by nobility; able to put a king’s reputation to shame, however, mostly, praising the lords and ladies for their deeds. His stories made the gods come alive to all who listened as they traveled from one place to the next in their oxen-pulled cart. When Iórunn was but a child he’d sit on his mother’s lap near the door, always listening to his father’s tales with great intrigue, and as he grew older he started sharing the stories of the gods and kings himself with his father proudly watching him. Still, most of the skálding he leaves to his father while Iórunn helps his mother out at the farm where they eventually settled.
While his father is away most of the time, his mother has taken running the farm upon herself and excelling at it. It is how she earns her own share, which she is very much proud of. When the two still traveled the land together, Iórunn’s mother would often sing for the lords and ladies whose halls they’d visit. Often she’d be praised for her voice, a voice granted to her by Bragi, but since the loss of two of her children - a son and a daughter - her songs ceased to be.

As his father was away a lot and his mother busied herself with the household and farm, it was Iórunn’s uncle, the brother of his mother, who taught him how to hunt and fight. While not excelling with an axe or sword, Iórunn hand seemed guided by Skadi as he proved to be an excellent archer and huntsman.

Family:

Father:

Málgeir

Mother:

Katla

Uncle:

Læiknarr

Brother:

✝ Rœrikr died of smallpox

Sister:

✝ Beyla died of smallpox

---

Equipment:

Weaponry:

His favoured weapon is his ash longbow that’s 190cm in length and has an effective range of about 200m, with a leather quiver at his waist. As a secondary weapon, to protect himself if enemies come within striking distance, Iórunn has his long seax with runes decorating the blade.

Clothes:

Outfit

Protective features:
Leather lamellar chest plate over long ringmail shirt.

Extras:

He has a series of crude-looking tattoos that cover a large part of his body. Some parts have mostly faded, such as those covering his lower arms and hands. Most of them are names of the gods, words of victory or wishes for good fortune.

[+]