SimplySeo 5274 Share Posted December 20, 2023 [MUSIC] TO PLUNDER THE HOUSE OF GOD Row. Row.. Row… It had been a day since the men of Saint Jude had driven him to flee- And the wound to his pride still stung, it would have pained him even, if he still felt pain. Jormunharr Ingmornesson hauled himself up upon his longship- Mail clinking as he did so, and marched his way up the deck, seething in anger the entire way until he stood before one of his Huskarls, the Chiefkiller- Upon whose belt still hung the mummified head of Cunimund, tied by loose, stringy dead hair. He offered his Undead Jarl a nod of acknowledgement, and Jormunharr responded in kind. Silent they stood for a few seconds, as the black eyes of Ingmornesson studied their surroundings- The vast cliffs of the Northflow, leading into the heartlands of humanity. His voice was a rasp, yet all attention of those on deck snapped towards him, Jormunharr, then spoke. “The Southlanders have raised a temple outside the walls of Hvitgardr- I’ve never seen a gaudier place. They spoil their Kross-God. I think ours might be more appreciative!” “Row, or may the Dark Gods curse you all! Row for Aaun! Row for plunder!” Tomorrow, Wednesday 20th, 6pm EST, Aaunic Cathedral, Arranged raid 5v5 between the Svarlings and the Order of Saint Jude, Observers/Non-Combatants welcome to attend. 14 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Althea_ 331 Share Posted December 20, 2023 In the meanwhile, a young horned child dreamed about sailing alongside funny 'bone-people', much like in one of those stories their (adoptive) father had told them to sleep. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
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