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| Topic Started: Mar 21 2007, 11:44 AM (217 Views) | |
| Ivar Dragoncleaver | Mar 21 2007, 11:44 AM Post #1 |
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It was late at night, and the glow of the cliffs was basking the region in red light. The very ocean was illuminated as well, in places where shards of glass rested on the ground of the shore. This red glow was enough to draw Ivar's attention to the area adn the viking man went to investigate. What he saw on arriving amazed him enough to have to get a few chunks to load onto the longboat. Ivar muttered something to the crew in nordic as the men loaded a large chunk of glass into the back of the ship. The boat was moored in the sand there, with a ramp put out to make it easier to load things into the ship. Ivar stood by the glass cliffs, staring up at the glowing glass.What could do soemthing like this Ivar thought as he stood there, he was zoned out enough to fail to notice somewone approaching. |
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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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| Kike Mo'On | Mar 21 2007, 01:10 PM Post #2 |
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Huff...heff...Huff....heff... Her breathing came heavy, jagged like the glass cliff she now found herself scaling. Kike stopped and sat herself at the base of the cliff she had just descended. While climbing down, she had hoped that she'd be able to set up camp, possibly to start a fire as soon as she reached the bottom, but now that she found herself at the desired destination, she knew that that was not possible. All around her was glass, no wood, no sand, nothing but hard, clear glass. The sun had set hours ago, and the cliffs were now aglow with a firey red light. During her first night in this region, Kike had been in awe with the sight of the fire glass, but now that she had been here for weeks, she just gazed upon it as a daily happening. The girl brought her feet closer to her and pulled off her worn worker's boots that she had stolen from a peasant a few weeks ago. Miles and miles of anguish and exhaustion ached in her feet. She attempted to rub the pain out by messaging them, but nothing helped the dull ache of long distances traveled. Kike's stomach growled, seemingly loud enough for it to echo in the small indention of the side of the mountain that she found herself lounging in. The girl brought a small hand to her stomach and cringed in pain. A week without eating had caused these hunger pangs to be violent to the point where it felt as if her entire gut was being wrenched from her body. Kike yelled out in pain and doubled over herself, eyes squeezed shut and teeth clenched against the sudden shot of lightning sliding through her mid-section. Soon, Kike rose, sweaty and nausious from the hunger attack. She'd need to eat soon, or else she would die of hunger. As she walked, she began to think that she heard voices. She soon dismissed them as figments of her imagination, but then she began to see movement in the dark. Chunks of red glass were being thrown through the air and into the water, no, not into the water...into a boat. Men shouted to eachother in a foreign language that Kike could not name. Out of instinct, the girl ran to the side of the cliff and hid behind a jutting out of the mountain. She squatted down and eyed the men at work. There was an espescially large one, he seemed to be in charge. He spoke to the men in that strange language, then began to walk towards Kike and her hiding place. He stopped a few feet away from her and looked up to the cliffs in awe... "Agh!" Kike cried out as another pang of hunger shot through her body. She immediatly flew forward onto the ground, clutching her stomach in pain. Her ears were ringing, her teeth were clenched to the point where she thought her jaw might break, and her hands clawed at her stomach. Then, it all went black...the pain was gone and Kike was suspended in an oblivion of dark and cool.... |
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| Ivar Dragoncleaver | Mar 22 2007, 12:36 PM Post #3 |
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'Agh!' Ivar's attention immediately turned to where that sound had orignated. His main response was a hostile one, His hand jerking off to grab hold of Skrugga's handgle and pull the weapon from it's sheath. The norsemen's response was purely instinctive, forged over the years and expeccially by his father. Upon seeing that it was a woman in pain before him his reponse changed. As quick as Skrugga had been unsheathed, it was returned to it's home within the sheath. An order was barked out in old norse and the men on the ship responded quickly. Most of them men came there by Ivar. The nordic man kenlt down by the woman before him and gently he turned her over. His hand went through the furs over his body as he reached for the flask of water. Meanwhile he uttered some kind of order to one of the nordic men. |
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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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| Kike Mo'On | Mar 22 2007, 01:32 PM Post #4 |
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Cool, calm, no aching pain in the pit of her stomach. It was heaven.... But, shouting now. Loud, foreign, rough. Then wet and cold. These new sounds and feelings transitioned into utter pain. Kike tried as hard as she could to tell these people what was going on, to ask them to help her. She fought hard to speak, but every time she tried, nothing came out of her mouth. Help me! Please, help me! All of her words were only in her head, none of them relayed to the outside world... "Help..." Finally, Kike was able to speak. It seemed like she was shouting on the inside, but on the outside it was only a raspy whisper. "Help me..." The sensation of her mental screams was that of the pulse of blood flowing through her veins, only this hurt. The wrenching feeling grew to the point where she could no longer breath. It felt as if her stomach was being scorched with burning coals, then being ripped apart by the teeth of a wild dog. Was this dying? Kike thought. Would she die? Her mind went blank, all thoughts ceased. She began to dry heave. "Please, help me..." She whispered between spasms... |
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| Ivar Dragoncleaver | Mar 23 2007, 08:07 AM Post #5 |
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As soon as Ivar saw the woman begin to dry heave, He barked out another order in old norse. The men he was talking to immediately went off too the boat. Meanwhile Ivar slipped an arm under the woman's shoulders and lifted her up."It will be a few moments..." The northman said as he looked over his shoulder. A man was approaching with a barrel hoisted over his shoulder. With a light grunt the man set the barrel down next to Ivar and pulled the top off of it. The contents of the barrel were apples and other fruits. Ivar eached to the barrel and grasped an apple and proceeded to hold the fruit up to the woman's mouth."Eat, it will make you feel better..." |
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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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| Kike Mo'On | Mar 26 2007, 10:38 AM Post #6 |
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The girl was completely slipped into unconsciousness. Her head fell back across the viking's arm, mouth open and only the whites of her rolled back eyes viible. A line of beaded perspiration had formed on her forehead at her hairline. Her lips were dry and were beginning to crack, and a ghostly palor had replaced that of healthy ivory. The unmoving lips were not able to take the apple in, teeth not able to chew. A lock of auburn hair flowing freely in the wind snaked up to the Kike's face. An upward rush of wind sprawled her hair into the air, creating a halo around her head. The only chance of this girl's surviving the severe starvation was a miracle. |
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| Ivar Dragoncleaver | Mar 27 2007, 11:58 AM Post #7 |
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Ivar glanced side to side briefly, nodding slightly to the other men there. It was a silent command for the most part, despite them never having done something like this for a stranger before; normally doing it when it came to an injured nordic man. The nordic man stepped back slightly and then out of the way of the men, and two of them picked the woman up and brought her to the longboat. It was a few hours later that the longboat was moving through the storm, but it was still dark aroudn them. As of such the large chunks of glass were glowing in the darkness, casting a glow like fire over the craft. There was a man tending to the woman in the back now, As Ivar stood at his place at the front of the ship. |
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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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