Axe Fjord Visits

Okay the point of the RP: Axe Fjord wants to reform the bond with Tyr's, Rohan came to speak to the men of Tyr's and to offer a good will gift to Rayzor. Matrim and I were the only ones around (Rayzor was busy making porn with Rae) and I refused to accept a gift on Rayzor's behalf.

Ladies: Before you freak out I had to cut the NC down so only the men's RP is included... sorry girls.

[19:28] Gabrael Couturier shouts: JARLS OF TYR'S FIST! I HAVE COME FROM AXE FJORD TO SPEAK WITH YOU!

[19:31] Cullin Rage growled low in his throat at the shout, pulling his fingers from her he glanced towards caethes "bind her to the table." turning he strode out of the hall, limping slightly for the first time in days.

[19:32] Cullin Rage: "ais get inside the hall."

[19:33] Rohan nods as the man leaves the hall, "Tal, cousin. I am Rohan of Axe Fjord, captain of the Dragon of hte North, and the Jarl's Shield, his left hand. I would speak before your men.

[19:35] Cullin Rage strode forward slowly, eyeing both men and then the bonds "What would Rohan of Axe Fjord wish to speak about?" Pausing for a moment "How fairs the Jarl of the Axe?" Cullin feared little trouble from the men of Axe fjord, it had been his gold that saved their Village Jarl from being thrown to the initiates.

[19:36] Rohan: "Rohan of Axe Fjord would speak of priest king gold. But first I would know whom I am speak with, by name."

[19:36] Matrim Blackheart makes a shhhing gesture at the bound beast he was dragging along behind him, if she so much as uttered a word now he would be...less than pleased....looking from Cullin to the men he had heard shouting, standing silently for now as he tries to gauge the situation.

[19:37] Cullin Rage "What place do the fake gods of Sardar have in the lands of Odin. I am Cullin, Overseer of Tyr's Fist." glancing to Matrim he gave the man a slight nod, his body relaxing as he finally stepped forward, tired of shouting.

[19:39] Rohan: "What place? No place but in the ashes of our fires and the ballads of our skalds, Cullin of Tyr's Fist. I would speak plainly for in truth, any other manner of speach unsettles my stomach. Tyr's Fist has long fought at the side of Axe Fjord and we would see that bond renewed at any cost."

[19:41] Cullin Rage glanced over his shoulder at the hall "caethes and ais, get pitchers of mead and ale.' raising his voice only slightly, the shout from the man would have all the bonds skurrying to hear the gossip. "I am no the one you need to speak to about restoring the bond between Fist and Axe. I speak for no man but myself, the man you seek is Rayzor the village Jarl or Toi the First Axe."

[19:41] Matrim Blackheart returns a nod to Cullin as he steps forward, remaining a short distance back so that he could observe those of the other party without actually having to speak. His arms cross over his chestm not expecting any agression from the man's wors but there were other things that could be learned jsut from observation.

[19:42] Rohan: "I would speak to them then if they are about. But in truth I wish to say my words before all your men who are still in the village. Let us clear his mist which hangs over us. And as to your question, our Hall Jarl is hale and furs his bonds daily!!"

[19:44] Cullin Rage glanced back "caethes take the pitchers from ais, ais run to the village and see if Rayzor is in his house, bring all the men you find. Send them to the hall." smirking as he tried to imagine the firey haired beast sending anyone anywhere. "Guests first."

[19:44] Rohan pulls his horn in preparation for the oncoming slave. He was interseted in sharing the mead of Tyr's Fist.

[19:45] Rohan holds his horn out for the slave, but speaks to Cullin, "I understand your own village was attacked by Treve as well?"

[19:46] Rohan sharply addresses the slave at his boot, "Mead! Ale? Pfft..."

[19:46] Rohan: "How can one get proper drunk from ALE?"

[19:48] Rohan pulls his horn from her hands and inhales its odor with sevearl breaths. He twirls it to see it dance in hsi horn and finally opens his lips and drinks deeply.

[19:49] Cullin Rage laughed "It is me that drinks the ale, but only because I must drink so damned much of it with the herbs." not bothering to explain why. "Our village was hit first, they took two men and two bonds. The girls that were left set out as soon as they left, they ran to the villages nearest us. It is how the girl ais was captured by them, she was caught in your Hall as Treve washed up on your shores." looking to ink he shook his head "I am waiting for the day the snow falls girl and your cunt lips freeze off and fall to the ground, it will be a great show for us all." eyeing one of the many camisks she always wore.

[19:50] Rohan nods, "Were you among the ships which landed on their shores to repay them for their hubris?"

[19:52] Cullin Rage "Nay.." pausing he lifted his kilt till the white of his cast showed "as much as I dislike listening to women, our healer refuses to give me the all clear. I am considering collaring her till she does so." shrugging he pointed to his boot, a smirk on his face as he glanced towards ink.

[19:53] Rohan shakes his head at the slave, "Pass the pitcher to the girl at my left heel. She will replenish me when my horn is low."

[19:54] Rohan: "Aye, s'why our physician's a fellow Jarl! I can still punch him in the nose if I have to though. But I was there, in Treve, for the counterattack. You should have seen it, cousin." His eye grows distant, "Inspriing. When we can stave off the Kurii and our own differences, a line of Torvaldslanders is a fearsome sight indeed!"

[19:56] Rohan drinks fully of the mead of this village, apparently quite satisfied with hit.

[19:57] Cullin Rage watched as she -swaggered?!?!- over to his boot "have you lost what little sense Odin gave you?" he snapped at the girl and then reached back yanked her up off her knees by her hair. "Ais and caethes go get your kirtles." he said to both girls and then turned a harsh look on ink, pulling her hard against his side as his arm wrapped around her slender hips, filling his hand with warm firm ass cheek before looking back to the man. "I heard it was quiet impressive, though I would like to see those of the North stand firm against the south without the riches of our lands being poured into the hands of hired fighters."

[19:58] Rohan raises his horn at that, "I agree! Heil Odin to that, cousin!" ((Damn Mercs caused it all to go invalid))

[20:01] Matrim Blackheart scratchs at his chin as the conversation seemed to have turned into friendly banter, he wasn't in a position to make decisions for the village and as such seeing no reason to stay he begins to wander back towards the barn. He gave the girl's new collar a sharp tug to pull her along behind him.

[20:05] Cullin Rage cocked a brow "Poor Ink?" he said and then groaned, the phase was familar one he had heard many times from a trill voice that lacked a northern lit. Growling low in his throat "Do you really wish to see poor ink?" he asked in a low tone, his eyes leveled on her for a moment before turning to face the men. He would deal with the bond later, his hand though continued to grip the left cheek squeezing it slightly just to remind her he was there. "You don't act exactly like her, lina would be nearly crawling over me now instead of trying to get away." Cullin commented without looking down to her. "Soon though, the north gives birth to more of its own blood with each passing day. Soon the sons of Odin will stand shoulder to shoulder with no break in the line." ((Yes, but it was impressive. I was there trying to trade and to watch all the men dressed in kilts and furrs beraking over the walls of minus cutting down anything that wore red... yes it was fun to watch))

[20:09] Rohan: "Then you know why it is important we put any differences behind us. I know that once your village Jarl called Cathal his HIgh Jarl. And we did not. But those days are behind us now and a new prize lies before us. Perhaps the biggest of all. I have brought a gift for Rayzor but let it not be called a bribe. It is a promise, not just of its own sake, but of the true supremacy of Odin." He takes a small sachel from his back and pulls it over his shoulder. Opening the flap, he fists a large object and withdraws it. Glinting in the firelight is a cut chunk of gold, ringed around its side.

[20:14] Cullin Rage pulled ink from his side and pressed her back against his chest, his hands slowly tormenting her flesh as he pulled down the straps of her camisk freeing her breasts from it. Idly tugging at her nipples, entertaining his hands as he spoke to the man "The days of Cathal may be behind us, but he is not forgotten. Those who pledged their axe's to him will not rest till those responsible are brought to a swift justice." Cullin's voice was hard, his eyes no longer containing the welcome they once had. "I will not accept gifts on the behalf of the Jarl of these lands and presume that he would accept such without knowing, I speak for no man but myself." Pausing he looked to Ink and then softened his words slightly "The gift is for Rayzor to accept of deny, Cousin... not for me."

[20:18] Rohan nods and replaces the prize, slinging his sachel, "Then I invite him to come to our gates and speak with us, along with any other men. But of Cathal we have washed our hands. The actions of one man do not pertain to the will of Axe Fjord. Let those who mourn for Cathal seek vengeance, but not at the cost of unity. There is a greater vision that must be held and that is the holy war which has come to our lands and which we will take to the very heart of Gor.... to the imperial capitol itself!"

[20:25] Rohan finishes his horn and hands it down to Gulli to refill with the mead of Tyr's Fist.

[20:25] Cullin Rage shook his head slightly "I will pass the message onto Rayzor, please come and enjoy our Hall." glancing up into the night sky he sighed "I need to head for the walls, it is time for the afternoon gaurds to be replaced." glancing back at the bonds he finally released Ink, his wish to piss her off would have to wait... man stuff to do and all that. "bonds serve him well." it was a warning that the girls did not need, they well knew the cost of being displeasing. "May Odin watch over you." he said to the man and then began to make his way towards the paliside gate.

[20:26] Rohan: Thank you Cullin. Please do pass on my message. It is vital, I think, to all our people.