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| Óðinn Allfather | Apr 22 2014, 11:22 AM Post #1 |
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News of men of particular talent being hired into the employ of unnamed lords will appear here. Specialized retainers are limited. |
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| Óðinn Allfather | Apr 25 2014, 10:24 AM Post #2 |
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Two men were enjoying some ale in a tavern one night - little else to do in this weather, not with the ice as thick as it is still so late into the year. While we might say they were enjoying their ale, it would be similarly apt to describe them as drowning in it - the stuff had soaked their beards, their tunics, the table, and the passed out tavern girl on the table. Good debauchery. The merrymaking, having finally died down, turned as it is oft wont to change, to rumours. "Have you heard, man? They say someone's taken on Henrik Sea-Rotted. The idiot." "Hah! Henrik Sea-Rotted? The man's not dead yet? I heard he never sleeps on dry land, and the last time someone brought a horse before him - he tried to mount it with his meat spear!" "No, that didn't happen, it was a sea nymph! They say he found one sailing in the far northern ice fields - a beautiful sea nymph with locks of white gold!" "Aye, thats his version of the story, he was so dead drunk - that's where he thought he was." "I pity the lord who took him on - the man's hopeless. He claims he can sail through any storm, but he's lost half the ships he's ever sailed on." "Have you ever sailed with him?" "No, I can't say I have" "Then go shove your axe-handle up your arse, he's a damn good sailor, and let no man say otherwise." The rest of the conversation was drowned out by a large brawl, between what seemed to be a Saxon midget and a particularly corpusculent Dane. |
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| Óðinn Allfather | Apr 28 2014, 05:45 AM Post #3 |
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Hear ye! Hear ye! Obviously, we have a spymaster at work in Sweden! He's climbing in your halls! Snatching your people up! Hide your kids, Hide your wife! Hide your husband! Because he's spying on everything out here. You're not going to find him! And you can run and tell that to every town! Woe! Dishonor! How can any Thegn of Sweden stoop so low as to employ such men? |
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