Maid of Marvels
Lurking with Intent
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The long road into Skjullhofud was strewn with the first inklings of spring, the snow giving way to thick mud. The hoar frost had surrendered to morning dew in some places and greenery was becoming more prominent. The growing season would soon be here for those rich enough to farm on their own land or that of a blooded Jarl.
The way was easy, even in the wet, cool spring. In the distance, the tiny village could be seen as a collection of burning chimneys belching thick, black smoke into the gray sky. She could hear the whinnies and nickering of horses and the deep lowing of cattle.
As the sun began to set, she could already hear the patrons of the Bloodsong beginning to celebrate nightfall. Someday, with luck, they would be in Valhalla. Seated with the Allfod; fighting by day, feasting by night. Such was the wish of every Northman.
Thrudd Thorsdottir pulled her fur lined cloak closer, guarding herself more from visions of what she knew was soon to pass rather than from the brisk salt breeze that blew in from the sea. She had been down to the promontory looking for the Jarl, Magnus Jarnulf.
They had argued long and hard, but in the end the Jarl had conceded to the godha's request. "You may have the dragon ship Skidbladnir if you can find the wolves to man it." She had smiled in that irritating way of hers and nodded knowingly before leaving him to stew.
It was a good vessel, clinker-built, with an eighteen inch draft. She was sleek, fast and highly maneuverable and could hold sixty men and their gear. The Bloodsong was a notorious haven for brigands, warriors and seamen. Thrudd would have no trouble manning the crew.
She had cast raidho. A journey. And a journey she would take.
Are you man or woman enough to join Thrudd on her journey to the new world? There is no way of knowing what wonders they will stumble upon or what terrors will befall this band of adventurers as they sail off into the sunset.
Expect a mixture of Norse myth and legend combined with some good-natured raping and pillaging (wink, wink - nudge, nudge I'm only kidding about the raping bit.
) along the way. In other words, just about anything goes, but we'd like to keep it in the 'times'.
All that's required is a sense of humor and the desire to have fun. Everything else (and a portion of the booty) will be provided to all comers.
The way was easy, even in the wet, cool spring. In the distance, the tiny village could be seen as a collection of burning chimneys belching thick, black smoke into the gray sky. She could hear the whinnies and nickering of horses and the deep lowing of cattle.
As the sun began to set, she could already hear the patrons of the Bloodsong beginning to celebrate nightfall. Someday, with luck, they would be in Valhalla. Seated with the Allfod; fighting by day, feasting by night. Such was the wish of every Northman.
Thrudd Thorsdottir pulled her fur lined cloak closer, guarding herself more from visions of what she knew was soon to pass rather than from the brisk salt breeze that blew in from the sea. She had been down to the promontory looking for the Jarl, Magnus Jarnulf.
They had argued long and hard, but in the end the Jarl had conceded to the godha's request. "You may have the dragon ship Skidbladnir if you can find the wolves to man it." She had smiled in that irritating way of hers and nodded knowingly before leaving him to stew.
It was a good vessel, clinker-built, with an eighteen inch draft. She was sleek, fast and highly maneuverable and could hold sixty men and their gear. The Bloodsong was a notorious haven for brigands, warriors and seamen. Thrudd would have no trouble manning the crew.
She had cast raidho. A journey. And a journey she would take.
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Are you man or woman enough to join Thrudd on her journey to the new world? There is no way of knowing what wonders they will stumble upon or what terrors will befall this band of adventurers as they sail off into the sunset.
Expect a mixture of Norse myth and legend combined with some good-natured raping and pillaging (wink, wink - nudge, nudge I'm only kidding about the raping bit.
) along the way. In other words, just about anything goes, but we'd like to keep it in the 'times'.All that's required is a sense of humor and the desire to have fun. Everything else (and a portion of the booty) will be provided to all comers.
The main thread can be found here:
Raidho: The Journey
Raidho: The Journey
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