The old Skald ran the stone downwards across his cleaver, the familiar sound giving him some insight from the past..
The cleaver was pulled back over shoulder, and with a mighty heave let fly; the blade cartwheeling through the air, only to land with a sickening crunch as it impacted Albion chain. "You know, Strybjorn, I never understood why these lads wore skirts." The young Skald smirked, reaching down to pull the cleaver from his most recent victim. "Aye, goin' in t'battle pretty, I reckon. Make's 'em feel right nice." Strybjorn grinned, the maelstrom of battle clashing around them, yet finding time to have a good laugh. The battle was wearing on, and it was taking it's toll on both sides. Few were left, but the young Skald searched for more, his eyes coming to rest on a young Paladin ...
Ulfbjorn Registered User
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(6/2/03 11:53 am) Reply
Re: Friends and Foe
The paladin wrenched his sabre free from the dead Kobold caster at his feet, knowing as he did so that it would do little good against such a large invading army.
" 'Ow do they manage ta put tagether sooch a ferce?" The paladin's question hung in the air unanswered, as again the Midgard line pushed forward, forcing the meager Albion forces back against the inexorable tide.
The paladin began chanting in a desperate attempt to rally and protect his comrades. "Non nobis, Domine, non nobis, sed Tuo nomini da gloriam." Strangely, the Latin carried none of the thick Highlands brogue that affected the rest of his speech. Around him, the chanting encouraged the beleaguered Albion troops, and they pressed back against the Midgard surge. But it was too little, too late, and the lines began to break.
A skald broke the lines near the paladin, and rushed towards him, cleaver at the ready. The paladin raised his sabre to parry, and planting his feet firmly on the ground a shoulder's width apart, put his weight behind his shield...
The young skald brought his cleaver down, the paladin's own blade sweeping up to parry his own. For a moment, it seemed as if the two were alone, merely two men fighting alone. Cold blue eyes burned into the paladin's own, a grin coming to form on the skald's lips. "G'day!" He reared his head back, slamming his forehead into the paladin's visage. The skald slammed his buckler into the paladin's shield, giving himself some time to back up. He circled the paladin, twirling his cleaver ...
Ranek Ulfrsongr
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(6/3/03 12:03 am) Reply
Re: Friends and Foe" Waaaaaagh~!! "
The young skald brought his cleaver down, the paladin's own blade sweeping up to parry his own. For a moment, it seemed as if the two were alone, as if the two were dueling. Cold blue eyes burned into the paladin's own, a grin coming to form on the skald's lips.
"G'day!"
He reared his head back, slamming his forehead into the paladin's visage. The skald slammed his buckler into the paladin's shield, giving himself some time to back up. He circled the paladin, twirling his cleaver ...
Re: Friends and Foe
[oooh! good story - do continue, please]
Krylen Bjornsson, Hand of Modi
Brelik Bjornsson, Disciple of Hel
... and others
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Ulfbjorn Registered User
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(6/5/03 11:29 am) Reply
Re: Friends and Foe
The paladin watched the skald warily, and waited for him to advance into the attack. It was inevitable that the skald would strike again, and it was for that moment that the paladin was waiting. Putting his weight behind his shield, he slammed it into the skald, striking his diaphragm and forcing the air out of his lungs, temporarily stunning him. Blinking to clear the blood from his good eye, the paladin swung his saber in a vicious arc, intending to remove the skald’s head. But the blood distorted his already ruined vision, and the sabre struck the Midgardian on the shield arm instead, bouncing off the chain and snapping the bone with a crunch.
Watching the invader’s face contort in pain, the paladin growled as he raised his sabre again and prepared to strike the finishing blow.
“From the south, Sir Umathiel!” Someone yelled from his right.
Umathiel looked with dismay as the mix of Norse and Troll reinforcements clambered to fill the gaps in the Midgard lines. Refocusing his attention on the skald, the paladin hesitated momentarily. Slaying the skald was a tempting opportunity, but Umathiel knew his duty.
That duty won out as he briefly glanced back at the tiny raven-haired Briton cleric standing behind him. He was a Fidei Defensor, and it was his duty to protect, not to advance. Continuing this fight was not worth her life. Turning back, he struck the skald squarely in the nose with his gauntleted fist, knocking him onto his backside.
“Fall back!” he cried, as he replanted his feet, determined to hold off the Midgard advance long enough to allow the retreat... Edited by: Ulfbjorn at: 6/5/03 11:36 am
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