The Völsung Vikings

[Seventh / Ryan 93]

The mist thick and heavy, settles atop the violent waters. The waves smash against the hull of the ship, as laughter, a faint smell of ale, and yelling can be heard... The ship battling the raging waters, as Skarvald rests his leg on the faint figurine of the Dragon head at the front of the Ship.

"Rear 'er, rear 'er! Vultur grants us strength to pas' 'ere seas!"

Sven stears the massive boat, but in vein, as the storm explodes into all of the raging force of the Sea. The laughter quickly dies off... The mist, still staining the violent waters, blocks any form of vision. The force of Kar, the God of the Sky, can be seen above, as the storm triumphs over the vikings. The waters, smashing into the boat, almost tipping it. Lightning striking down from above, leaving the men in sheer terror of what is to come. The ice cold waters slap the men's body, as they begin to row as fast as possible. The winds, unforgiving, blast through, as roaring thunder can be heard overhead. Lightning hits the top of the main sail, a massive explosion is heard, almost leaving the Vikings deaf, anda blinding white light has been seen, like no other. The mast snaps in two, as if it was but a mere stick. Falling with great force, the cold, powerful rain smashes into the bodies of the Vikings, as it blinds them, as they look at their falling mast, awaiting their ultimate doom. The Mast smashes into the body of the ship, making an incredible exploding noise as the heavy forces, opposing echother, finaly give in. The massive boat, splits into two. The unforgiving storm rages on. As they deafening thunder and rain can be heard, the vikings think of their home, their beautiful home. Skjoldier, a grassland with a touch of frost. The sunlight beaming through the thick white clouds, as it reflects off the thin layer of snow, resting atop the plush grass... As lightning smashes into the waters near the broken ship, reality, much the same, smashes into the Vikings mind. Sven, knocked out of the steering position, gets flung off the boat, and into the ice cold, open waters. Screaming, and violent voices can be heard, very faintly, however the raging storm screams much louder. Ragnar, praying to the Gods for safety, rests his body alongside a piece of wood, as he is almost toppled by a massive wave. The vision of their home now gone. The waters hitting their eyes, the salt burning, their voices fade as their energy expires. You feel the sudden cold first... followed by an extreme feeling of frost. Then comes fear, and the feeling of being completely alone. The boat, a massive bohemoth, carrying 60 men, is now barely visible as the waves feast on the remnants. The sudden feeling of sadness, as you see your brothers flail, in vein, your vision blurs. You being to hear your own breathing through your heavy chest. The cold still piercing you, now your body is numb. Your eyes close as the waves rage around you - and then complete darkness.

Skarvald opens his eyes slowly, as he hears the greeting of birds overhead. The heat and kindness of the sun envelopes the lone viking, as he attempts to bring himself up on his feet, very slowly. Skarvald tries to call out for his brothers, only to be given a painful stab at his throat. Exhausted, he almost falls to the ground, hands grasp onto him. Skarvald, barely awake, smiles lightly.

"Trogdor..."

Trogdor smirks, pulling the Viking Leader with Dagmer and Bjongaar. Trogdor turns his attention to Sven, as he lifts Wulfgar, putting one hand around his neck, and heading to a faint vision of wooden walls. The sand embracing their feet, as they slowly advance towards the fort. Freja preparing food to give to the only survivors of the horrifying ship-wreck. A vision of their home-land, now gone as a whisper, they can only dream of returning to their paradise. The vikings now wait for the time to return, the time to set sail, and be guided by only the Stars. Back to Skjoldier.

(Okay, Skoldier is un-findable because of the sheer amount of Ice that is blockading the waters. Reason as to why we can leave is because we had specific ships, made to wreck ice. Regardless, the Vikings, or anyone else, cannot find Skjoldier anymore, it is unfindable.)

--Seventh

[craotor 617]

((Im Ragnar :mrgreen: ))

[Urahra 5777]

((Trogdor was a man...No, he was a Viking-man! Maybe he was just a Viking...but he was still TROGDOOOOOOOOOOR! TROGDOOOOOOOOOOR!))

[CTap 111]

Ooo...Vikings, cant wait until i meet one *winks*

[◥▶◀◤мσкѕнα / ƒιѕну◥▶◀◤ 43]

((Trogdor was a man...No, he was a Viking-man! Maybe he was just a Viking...but he was still TROGDOOOOOOOOOOR! TROGDOOOOOOOOOOR!))

(( +9,999,999 viking points for getting the reference ))

[Jarkarll 314]

((Trogdor was a man...No, he was a Viking-man! Maybe he was just a Viking...but he was still TROGDOOOOOOOOOOR! TROGDOOOOOOOOOOR!))

( forget trogdor!!!

HODOR HODOR HODOR HODOR!!!... HODOR?

also I'm Dagmer.... Dagmer CleftJaw for the lot of you!!))

[Fredfort (jens6851) 283]

((Uuuuuh :3

But you should like use epic viking names like.. Er... Jens? Bjarne, tor-svend, svend... Such... Stuff :/

Well XD Good story :D ))

[Ned Lud 1260]

[Urahra 5777]

((Oh. And I'm Brunhylde, the Viking maiden.

Ought to make a list of our vikings.))

[Brevias 275]

I! Skarvald Volsung the Deft will lead my brothers to great pillage and glory! For Govaskgraad!

[craotor 617]

Volsungs do not despair we might be in this god forsaken land but not withought a purpuse!!!Kar God of Sky and Lord of Thunder brought us here for a reason!!!TO PILLAGE AND BURN THIS LAND!!!! TO BRING THRALL's TO THE GODS!!!

PRAISE KAR GOD OF SKY LORD OF THUNDER!!!

PRAISE VULTUR RULER OF THE SEAS!!!

PRAISE KULTIZ GOD OF KULT AND LORD OF WINTER!!!

PRAISE Govaskgraad GOD OF BLOOD LORD OF BATlE!!!

[◥▶◀◤мσкѕнα / ƒιѕну◥▶◀◤ 43]

PRAISE KAR GUD OV DE SKIES ANGH LORD OV TUNDEH!!!

PRAISE VULTUR GUD OF BASTARDS AGH KING O' DE SEAS!!!

PRAISE KULTIZ GUD OV KULT AGH DE LORD OV WINTEH!!!

PRAISE GOVASKGRAAD GUD OV BLOOD ANGH BATTLE!!!

[Ned Lud 1260]

Vidarr Volsung crawls forth from the sea, his golden locks matted in seaweed and the blood of strange beasts he has slain during the long swim. A brilliant, blue eye surveys the lands before him as he reaches for his longbow and counts his arrows. Splinters lie splayed across the shore and there is not a soul in sight. He marches off into the wilderness in search of his brothers and sisters.

[Urahra 5777]

OOC:

The Volsung Vikinga are currently making their home in Renatus, near the fast travel point. Our numbers are low after our humiliating defeat to the Subudai, but with the discovery of our long lost brother, Vidarr, we're slowly growing stronger.

Our current members are:

Dagmar Cleftjaw - Husband of Freja the Fair and more or less our leader. Known for his beautiful blue eye. [denboy444]

Freja the Fair - Farmer, cook, and provider for the clan. Wife of Dagmar. [Opiedoodle]

Brunhylde Volsung - swarthy Viking maiden. Sister of Freja. Often mistaken for a man. [dragonhadley]

Vidarr Volsung - sweaty Viking man. Often drunk. Handsomest member of the clan. [Ned_Lud]

Trogdor Volsung - May or may not have a Dwarven curse on him. Might be an STD. Who knows.

May we find more of our kinsmen on this cursed and forsaken land!

[Jarkarll 314]

OOC:

The Volsung Vikinga are currently making their home in Renatus, near the fast travel point. Our numbers are low after our humiliating defeat to the Subudai, but with the discovery of our long lost brother, Vidarr, we're slowly growing stronger.

Our current members are:

Dagmar Cleftjaw - Husband of Freja the Fair and more or less our leader. Known for his beautiful blue eye. [denboy444]

Freja the Fair - Farmer, cook, and provider for the clan. Wife of Dagmar. [Opiedoodle]

Brunhylde Volsung - swarthy Viking maiden. Sister of Freja. Often mistaken for a man. [dragonhadley]

Vidarr Volsung - sweaty Viking man. Often drunk. Handsomest member of the clan. [Ned_Lud]

Trogdor Volsung - May or may not have a Dwarven curse on him. Might be an STD. Who knows.

Magnus the Ginger- the only ginger in the clan, and architect [ anorexichippo ]

Ragnar the Priest - the Priest of the clan [craotor]

We will find more of our kinsmen on this cursed and forsaken land!

I edited it a bit

Such flattery too <3