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| An encounter at sea; private: Lady Evil | |
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| Lady Evil | Jun 8 2007, 01:39 AM Post #16 |
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Oh my dear ship! she lamented silently to herself. Why isn’t that fool doing anything, she thought. Fool, fool, fool. Most of her crew was now trying to see what they were doing down there, talking loudly to each other, getting pails of water to stop any fire. A few of them poured the water over the edge to wet the wood so the fire wouldn’t spread so fast. When the banging stopped for a moment, they all held their breaths. Then it began again, louder and firmer. Daria swore, they weren’t going to burn the ship down, not yet anyway. They were going to attack from below, while she and her crew stood on deck like a bunch of awed kids, ready to be slaughtered. Oh no, that’s not the way it was going to go. “They’re coming from below! Every man get your rascally arse below decks, weapons ready! We’re going to show these ruffians from the north that we’re not to be messed with!” she roared, the men roared in approval, scrambling down. It was a race of time, whether the chief would cut a big enough whole and get everyone in, or if she’d get her men down there first. “Archers, bows knocked, but be ready with your knives!” she called, then ran after them, down the stairs. Down to the hull they thumped. On the way she grabbed her bow and knocked two arrows. She was one of the first to arrive; Jack was already there with a few men. The hold of her ship was big, with only about a dozen empty crates, since they hadn’t stumbled upon any ships to raid, until this one. A gaping hole was forming in the hull, it seemed big enough now. She calmed her breathing, hiding behind an extra sail and some pieces of wood, her arrows trained on the hole. She’d shoot down the first person who walked aboard her ship without permission. |
 
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| Ivar Dragoncleaver | Jun 8 2007, 02:16 AM Post #17 |
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During that time Ivar had been widening the hole, to assure that a man could walk through with a shield in front of him. The sounds of people coming down into the hold of the ship altered the northman, who promptly stepped back and barked out an order. A few of the men in front moved their wooden shields to cover the opening. "sækja fram" Ivar yelled to the men as he got his weapons together to his liking. Skrugga was soon drawn from it's sheath the blade eager for a good coating of blood. Quickly Ivar got his armor together and stepped up to th eopening with his shield in front. His soldiers pulled their shields aside as Ivar stepped through the opening. Ivar was a giant of a man, standing at six foot seven. Just the sight of the Viking warrior alone would bore fear into the hearts of cowerdly men. A battle cry escaped from the northman's throat as he was soon followed in by another northamn. |
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Lo there do I see my father, Lo there do I see my mother, my brothers, and my sisters, Lo there do I see the line of my people, Back to the beginning, Lo they do call to me and bid me take my place among them, In the halls of Valhalla, Where the brave may live forever   Ivar's Manor I OFFER YOU HOT PINK CARROTS, IVARYYY. (:  - Festival 09 Raffle Ticket
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| Lady Evil | Jun 9 2007, 12:41 AM Post #18 |
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“Arrows ready! Swords, sabres, daggers, weapons ready, boys!” Daria yelled from her sheltered place. The man who had been chopping through had withdrawn himself before they had come down, and wooden shields now covered the opening. “Keep her steady!” Jack ordered, reminding the men that they didn’t all want to rush in at the same time. The men stomped their feet, eyes glued to the hole, waiting. A sign of movement, a single flash of skin would trigger the response of the few archers, and an arrow would fly. The man that came in, the first, hid behind a shield, but the shield could not hide the fact that he was massive. To her embarrassment, some of the weaker men, who hadn’t been with them for very long scuttled behind braver ones. The older men stood statue-still, faces carved into gruesome snarls. Though death was certain for at least some of them, they weren’t going to give away their hard-stolen gold to some heathen cur from the north. A droplet of sweat ran down the side of Daria’s beautiful, pale face. They screamed their battle cry, and after him came another man. She took a deep breath, aimed, and loosed the arrows. The flew towards the giant’s feet, she hoped she wouldn’t miss his moving feet, she hoped he wouldn’t notice and drop down the massive shield. “To battle we go! Let us show these scoundrels from the north what we’ll do to defend our gold!” |
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| Ivar Dragoncleaver | Jun 21 2007, 02:26 AM Post #19 |
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At that moment Ivar's attentions werent focused on watching for archers, but focused on hacking down the nearest man he saw. As a result a found a stinging pain in his leg, as pointed metal head of an arrow bored into the depths of his ankle. The injury brought a wince to Ivar's features whilst blood started to trickle down his foot and onto the floor. At the moment he did'nt bother with it, since removing the arrow at the moment would make the bleeding worse. Ivar's pace was slowed by the arrow in his ankle, but it didnt affect his guard. A sneer formed on Ivar's face as he finnally stopped advancing. "Who shall be the first to be skewered upon the blade of Skrugga!" Ivar yelled, his voice deep and reflecting his nordic origins. A moment after the northman spoke he made a brief rush forward, pushing off with his right foot and jabbing Skrugga towards the nearest man. |
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Lo there do I see my father, Lo there do I see my mother, my brothers, and my sisters, Lo there do I see the line of my people, Back to the beginning, Lo they do call to me and bid me take my place among them, In the halls of Valhalla, Where the brave may live forever Ivar's Manor I OFFER YOU HOT PINK CARROTS, IVARYYY. (: - Festival 09 Raffle Ticket
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