A Forged Place: Svikinstad
Apprentice
gender: Male
status: offline
Alias: Victor Kaliba, though not remembered
Race: Arisalonian, Light Blessed
Gender: Male
Age: 24 Apparent Age
Clan/Family: Arensir, a Surname assigned to him by the people of Svikinstad
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Post by Aros Arensir on May 23, 2019 6:07:04 GMT -8
The village in the Glen Forest, near the shores of the Ice Brine where the river met the sea, had been peaceful for nearly all of the time after the War of the Wretched. That peace had brought complacency, as if the raiding culture of the north would leave alone these pockets of agriculture, fishing, and craftsmanship.
In the North, there is a heavy price to pay for a lack of vigilance. Baird the Berserker made sure the village paid it with every drop of blood due. He was defeated in what the skalds and bards would call a miraculous event as the defenders teetered on the edge of a knife. But before that defeat, the
raider’s killed the village Elder, Broli Varsthag and many men and women who took up the axe, the club, the spear, or the bow.
The village, large enough to host no more than two hundred had always been The Glen. But now, having lost 35 brave souls, and having now more slaves, children, and infirm than freed men- the Glen had to change.
The Gods were merciful as foreigners with skills and other weapons stood as aide and protection, from a healer- to a man with the strength of a dozen warriors, who had been fetched not long ago from the Ice Brine.
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Apprentice
gender: Male
status: offline
Alias: Victor Kaliba, though not remembered
Race: Arisalonian, Light Blessed
Gender: Male
Age: 24 Apparent Age
Clan/Family: Arensir, a Surname assigned to him by the people of Svikinstad
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Post by Aros Arensir on May 23, 2019 7:17:30 GMT -8
The foreigners were many. There was Catriona, who fought like a wraith with blade and crossbow- one so small that many of the village wondered how it worked. There was Rhysand, a druid who fit in well with the people of the village who looked after the sisters.
The Sisters? They were both red of hair, fair skinned and striking. The elder, Lorelei and the younger, a woman of expressive eyes and constant vigilance named Anslie. They were attended by a woman who might've been their servant, but not quite a slave- her name Penelope.
The Sisters had brave warriors in their employ, the older Ser Volantis as much a keeper of histories than a knight- and Ser Alistair who perished holding back the berserker Baird.
One other remained, a mighty man called by the village, Aros- which means from a gift from the mouth of the river. Arennsir, his surname- a bastardization of Aesir which simply means of the Gods. His heroism in the raid, and superstition about his origin marked him in good position to be a warlord.
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Apprentice
gender: Male
status: offline
Alias: Victor Kaliba, though not remembered
Race: Arisalonian, Light Blessed
Gender: Male
Age: 24 Apparent Age
Clan/Family: Arensir, a Surname assigned to him by the people of Svikinstad
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Post by Aros Arensir on May 23, 2019 7:18:21 GMT -8
Logs from Play:
Elsewhere:
SW_W_SMToday at 10:40 AM
A raven flew over what was left of Glen Forest and soon came swooping down pecking a few times at the remains of Baird and with a caw it went flying off into the air once again. The raven made its path to the foot of a mountain where Rune had sat through the day awaiting to here news of the attack. As the raven landed a beautiful woman stood in its place and soon wandered to Rune.
"The Bezerker is dead my liege," the woman bowed to Rune who just stared out in the direction where the village would be.
"And what of their elder? What of the Andelorians?" He snarled
"I could not see among the bodies to tell for they had disposed of their dead so neatly. But the seem to mourn and be at a loss."
"Then it is likely their elder has gone to the beyond which means they will be looking for an ally. Seris!"
A young man came up behind Rune. "Yes, sir?"
"Go and visit the village, offer aid to them, take up with them and keep me informed of any information you discover. We still need to find the owner of this dagger after all." Rune's gloved hands twisted Penelope's dagger in them and he gave one long sniff along it, the scent fading at this point, but he had tracked them down to the village which was what he needed to do to start with.
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Apprentice
gender: Male
status: offline
Alias: Victor Kaliba, though not remembered
Race: Arisalonian, Light Blessed
Gender: Male
Age: 24 Apparent Age
Clan/Family: Arensir, a Surname assigned to him by the people of Svikinstad
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Post by Aros Arensir on May 23, 2019 7:18:59 GMT -8
Today- it was a new day, and as such- he howled out at those who gathered aimlessly in the morning. Pyres took the last evening, and with that was all the mourning they could spare. He had built enough of a coalition between the defenders that Aros had settled into a fragile authority, one he used to have them fortify there position- ten men and women were put to that, something to slow another attack at better killing fields than the village square.
The spoils had been assigned, giving defenders newer weapons, and repairs were being made on what was left of the raider's chain hauberks. But it was the riders he set out that were the most important, to the two nearest villages. Not one to merely dictate tasks, Aros worked upon the outer baricade, just in sight of their new ship- something they'd need for the next phase.
The Elder's map showed a nearby tribe of the Wretched. One needed victory to assure such alliance.
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Apprentice
gender: Male
status: offline
Alias: Victor Kaliba, though not remembered
Race: Arisalonian, Light Blessed
Gender: Male
Age: 24 Apparent Age
Clan/Family: Arensir, a Surname assigned to him by the people of Svikinstad
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Post by Aros Arensir on May 23, 2019 7:19:24 GMT -8
The very pyres, had burnt the points of stakes that made the barricades- and the salvaged wood from burnt long houses went to similar ends. It would take some time, but soon it would be a defensible camp, worthy of a Queen who hid in it, and the forces he would marshal.
Lookouts and scouts were assigned, and while the northman lacked some discipline, grief and anger had sharpened their focus. The slaves who no longer had masters, were free- and more than free they were gifted the option to join in the defense of their land. Aros performance in combat, and his inspiring presence had assured loyalty for now. Superstition had saved the day.
Sarah was a needed ally to keep the recently freed slaves loyal, to say nothing of continue the dedication of people to the village. It was not rare for people to flee...and they would've if the loss had been more dire.
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