Bjorg's Session

InTheEyeofaKnave (7:12:57 PM): Before leaving Basso's estate Chase Leon stopped you and mentioned his thanks for you saving him from the Fensir back at Hightop. He also mentioned that he was tracking their leak into Voluntii from the Ironwrought Mountains and the Steppes, as they've grown in number.

InTheEyeofaKnave (7:14:12 PM): Taking a coal train to the steppes and continuing on foot, you've taken it upon yourself to see if your clan has been harmed by these incursions. After 1 week, you arrive at Hegland's Cliff, your village.

InTheEyeofaKnave (7:15:29 PM): The village is at the top of a cliff, high above a valley that appears to be burnt and frostfallen. The buildings are thatched and made of stone and wood, though they are in a state of disrepair. The Mead Hall and the Smithy appear to be in the best shape, but it is clear some combat has occured.

InTheEyeofaKnave (7:17:29 PM): Music comes from the mead hall, and pounding from the forge. The wind is a bitter cold and something feels wrong.

Zela691 (7:19:35 PM): Bjorg looks around the town. one brow raised at the obvious remains of some battle. Looking towards the Mead Hall, she nods once to herself, heading in that direction.

InTheEyeofaKnave (7:21:19 PM): As you head to the mead hall, you can hear the music appears to be a drumming. You can hear men singing a tale. "Fensir burnt, glutton slayed, totem spurnt and debt is paid. Blood be spilt, and feel the pain, Ffis grabbed the hilt and broke the chain."

Zela691 (7:22:37 PM): Smiling, strange as it is, she opens the door to the Mead Hall and enter.

InTheEyeofaKnave (7:24:44 PM): The floor of the hall is covered in straw over a stone foundation. Large tables made of logs are centered in it. Many braziers burn. At the far end of the hall, sitting on a leather throne is a topless man with an iron helm. Many other men sit at the tables, some women as well. They are drinking and feasting on what appears to be stag. Some small bears wander the room, eating scraps.

InTheEyeofaKnave (7:24:52 PM): (( http://i373.photobucket.com/albums/oo177/TristinRivers/Chief.jpg?t=1236552225&nbsp)

Zela691 (7:26:27 PM): Bjorg moves further into the Mead Hall, watching the the other Ityish fondly. SHe directs her attention to the man on the throne.

InTheEyeofaKnave (7:27:32 PM): The Ityish revelers look up at Bjorg from their meals and look towards the man on the throne who scrutinizes her and strokes his beard. He speaks up and speaks in Yish. "And who be you, coming so late in our hour of war?"

Zela691 (7:30:22 PM): Bjorg focuses her attention on the man on the throne, dipping her head slightly. SPeaking in Yish, also, she responds, "Bjorgdolf Svipald. I have been travelling for avhile, and have noticed many changes in zee Voluntii areas. I travelled back, in order to check in, you could say."

InTheEyeofaKnave (7:32:26 PM): Some laugh and some don't. The chief cracks his neck from side to side and looks down on Bjorg. "Svipald, I see. Your uncle Raske is working in the forge, he is of use to the clan. We are at war with our ancient enemy, and tommorow we will finally destroy them all. Spill their gluttonous blood on to the snow and avenge those they have taken."

Zela691 (7:33:23 PM): Bjorg nods, mainly ignoring the laughter. "I see. I possible, I vould like to speak vith you on zhat. I have some information."

InTheEyeofaKnave (7:33:56 PM): "Then speak it aloud, as I'm sure we'd all wish to hear."

Zela691 (7:35:38 PM): Bjorg nods yet again. "Zhere are quite a bit of new followers to our ancient enemy appearing in zee ranks of zee Voluntii. Several... companions and myself encountered an entire town turned in zee beasts."

InTheEyeofaKnave (7:37:30 PM): The ranks of the hall look at one another and murmur, the chief speaks up. "And they were all vanquished?"

Zela691 (7:37:56 PM): Bjorg nods. "My companions and myself deatl vith zee town, yes."

Zela691 (7:38:06 PM): ((Wasn't the giant critter beast there called a Fensir?))

Zela691 (7:38:11 PM): ((Can't remember the exact name.))

InTheEyeofaKnave (7:38:59 PM): ((Fensir was the big boss, the others were just cultists.))

Zela691 (7:39:10 PM): ((Thought so.))

Zela691 (7:40:03 PM): Bjorg continues, "Zey vere mainly cultists, but.." She pauses. "Zhere vas a Fensir, in zee castle. It vas dealt vith, also."

InTheEyeofaKnave (7:41:36 PM): "Then there is no cause for alarm, yet." The chief nods his head. "Eat and drink heavy then, Svipald, as you've earned your fill. Will you join us on the morrow for the assault?"

Zela691 (7:42:00 PM): Bjorg nods. "It vould be an honor to fight along side all of you."

InTheEyeofaKnave (7:43:14 PM): "Then you shall, enjoy yourself tonight." The chief raises a goblet of mead to his clan, his clan raises their tankards. "For tommorow, we destroy the ancient enemy and remove them from our valley, Once and For All!"

They all drink and the music resumes.

Zela691 (7:43:39 PM): Bjorg nods, moving to one of the benches to sit.

InTheEyeofaKnave (7:45:02 PM): The door to the mead hall is opened once again, an old and withered woman enters, followed by the village smith. The withered woman moves to speak to the chief and the smith sits down on a bench.

InTheEyeofaKnave (7:46:55 PM): The woman whispers to the chief and the chief nods solemnly. A few of the braizers burn blue for a moment, causing some to look.

Zela691 (7:47:53 PM): Bjorg looks at the braziers, along with some of the others, then at the woman and the chief for a moment, before back to her booze.

Zela691 (7:50:15 PM): Bjorg looks at her Uncle, who I'm assuming is not too far from her. "It's been avhile." She says.

InTheEyeofaKnave (7:51:07 PM): Uncle Raske looks towards Bjorg and grins. He holds up a tankard. "To family, it has been a time. Where have you been off to?"

Zela691 (7:52:01 PM): Bjorg grins back at him, raising her own. "I've been travelling zee lands. Mainly down in zee Voluntii areas. Have to vork vith a Voluntii and Kobold as of late."

InTheEyeofaKnave (7:53:03 PM): "Hah, the short folk and a newt-thing?" Raske takes a drink. "How've you not crushed them?"

Zela691 (7:54:20 PM): Bjorg chuckles. "Vell, zee Voluntii is a sneaky fing. Lazy, too. I'm surprised he's even killed somefing. Zee kobold seems to use magic, much to zee Volunti displeasure. It's amusing to vatch zee two."

InTheEyeofaKnave (7:56:37 PM): "Hah!" Raske runs his hands through his beard and grabs a haunch of venison. "It sounds usual for them, too many squabbles for too few good reasons. I myself have been arming the clan against the Fensir. Your father has gone off to the Ironwrought Hold to speak to the giants of olde for aid. But it seems we've beaten him to the need for them, tommorow we finally end the horror."

InTheEyeofaKnave (7:56:55 PM): The withered old woman hobbles her way out of the hall.

Zela691 (7:57:32 PM): Bjorg nods. "I'm sad I've missed so much fighting. It vould've been nice to be here."

InTheEyeofaKnave (7:58:57 PM): "I am sure you will get your fill tommorow, they've taken over the old hall of Hessec, down in the valley. We simply need to destroy all those who infest the once grand hall."

Zela691 (7:59:38 PM): "Sounds relatively simple. I doubt zhey have just zhat, zhough. It'll be vonderful."

InTheEyeofaKnave (8:01:12 PM): "Oh not, it shall be that easy Bjorg. You see, we have been fighting and using tactics that the Bone Witch has suggested. They have been of much good use. It shall be that simple."

Zela691 (8:01:41 PM): Bjorg nods. "Zhat is good, zhen. Vee vill finish zhem vonce and for all."

InTheEyeofaKnave (8:03:30 PM): "Indeed we shall!" He laughs. "It is good to have you back, especially in time for this."

InTheEyeofaKnave (8:06:06 PM): The clan gathers in the morning, 50 men and women dressed in the skins of brown and white bears. They hold clubs and axes of fine craftsmenship. Some wear helmets with horns. They drink heavily and eat raw meat, the chief holds aloft a golden spear.

InTheEyeofaKnave (8:07:16 PM): "My people!" He shouts. "To long have we lived in fear of these beasts, what they'd do to our children, to us, and how they live in such decadence. They are filth and vice incarnate and they have shown they do not deserve to live. And we do not deserve the fear they cause. Today, as the sun rises, we will end them. For once, for all."

InTheEyeofaKnave (8:07:55 PM): The soldiers pound fists to their chests and begin to march down to the valley. Raske catchs up with you and motions for you to follow.

Zela691 (8:08:11 PM): Bjorg nods at Raske, following.

InTheEyeofaKnave (8:10:26 PM): You follow the soldiers into the valley. Fire and frost and heavy winds, and the ground is littered with the corpses of burnt Fensir. The tribe approachs the small hill the hall is built on.

InTheEyeofaKnave (8:11:37 PM): Fensir pour in from out of the wilderness and begin to assault the soldiers. The chief charges to the door of the hall, Raske and the Bone Witch following. Where do you go?

Zela691 (8:13:02 PM): Bjorg glances from side to side at the Fensir pouring from the wilderness. Decidedly, she charges after her uncle, the chief, and Bone WItch.

InTheEyeofaKnave (8:14:20 PM): The chief growls and his arms burst apart, turning into the claws of a bear. His teeth become large and vicious and he pounds on the door until it splinters open. He, Raske, and the Witch Charge into the darkness.

Zela691 (8:14:50 PM): Bjorg charges after, into the building/

InTheEyeofaKnave (8:16:13 PM): The building is a nasty dark, though you can see well enough to notice it is of the same design as the other hall. It is in a state of disrepair, corpses litter the ground, half eaten Ityish and Fensir.

Zela691 (8:16:42 PM): Bjorg wrinkles her nose in disgust, peering around the building.

InTheEyeofaKnave (8:20:16 PM): You notice something is hiding behind the throne at the end of the room.

Zela691 (8:21:03 PM): "At zee end of the roo-- behind zee throne!" She gestures to it.

InTheEyeofaKnave (8:21:56 PM): The bone witch holds her hands up and the broken braizers glow bright blue. A figure is crouching behind the throne. Raske looks at you and the chief charges.

InTheEyeofaKnave (8:22:14 PM): Raske whispers. "...This is odd, the Fensir do not fear us. Not even in death.."

Zela691 (8:22:40 PM): Bjorg looks at Raske, nodding, a frown on her face. "Nor are zhey in here, mainly.." SHe whispers back.

InTheEyeofaKnave (8:23:33 PM): The chief splinters the chair and the sound of a young boy crying can be heard. Silence is heard outside.

Zela691 (8:25:48 PM): Bjorg pauses at the sound, eyes wide as she looks at the chair.

InTheEyeofaKnave (8:26:06 PM): The chief tosses this, towards the party. It's about 5 feet tall, very heavy. It sobs. The chief snarls. "What trickery be this?!"

InTheEyeofaKnave (8:28:06 PM): Raske looks down on the child and strokes his beard. "It appears to be... something I've not seen prior."

Zela691 (8:28:31 PM): Bjorg eyes the child, frowning.

InTheEyeofaKnave (8:32:13 PM): The child looks up at the party and covers his head. The chief looks at you.

InTheEyeofaKnave (8:32:29 PM): "What..." Raske begins. "Well what do we do with this?"

Zela691 (8:32:45 PM): Bjorg looks back at the chief.

InTheEyeofaKnave (8:33:47 PM): The chief kicks the child towards you. "Kill it or knock it senseless. We bring it back to the village in shackles and decide what to do with it there."

Zela691 (8:35:00 PM): Bjorg looks down at the child, nodding slightly. "Of course.." SHe mumbles, raising her own mace and bring sit down, attempting to knock the child out.

InTheEyeofaKnave (8:37:03 PM): You slam the child across the back and it collapses, shivering and unconscious. Raske heaves it up with a noticeable pain.

InTheEyeofaKnave (8:37:17 PM): The chief exits the mead hall, followed by the bone witch and Raske.

Zela691 (8:37:51 PM): Bjorg follows after.

InTheEyeofaKnave (8:39:20 PM): Outside, the area is barren and empty. The ground is covered in blood and webs, and armor of both Ityish and Fensir litter the field. The chief holds his helmet to his chest and gazes at the field with disbelief. He marchs forward, back to the village in silence.

Zela691 (8:40:12 PM): Bjorg stares at the field, slightly horrified, before following after the chief, head bowed.

InTheEyeofaKnave (8:41:03 PM): Raske closes his eyes and heaves the child back to the village, the witch follows in silence.

InTheEyeofaKnave (8:43:38 PM): The group re-enters the mead hall and they all sit down around the throne. The child is tied to the rafters.

InTheEyeofaKnave (8:44:33 PM): "What are we to do, Chief? How is this to be explained?" Raske questions.

Zela691 (8:49:21 PM): Bjorg frowns slightly, silent.

InTheEyeofaKnave (8:49:53 PM): The chief sits on his throne and slumps, he strokes his beard and glares at the child. "Had I answers, you'd get them blacksmith."

Zela691 (8:50:59 PM): Bjorg is still silent, hurr.

InTheEyeofaKnave (8:52:12 PM): The chief looks at you. "And what do you think, Svipald?"

Zela691 (8:53:45 PM): "Perhaps zee beasts knew ve vere going to do zhis.."

InTheEyeofaKnave (8:55:33 PM): "..then wouldn't their have been some bodies? Spare limbs! We were in there for but a few moments!"

Zela691 (8:56:04 PM): Bjorg pauses. "True..." She sighs.

InTheEyeofaKnave (8:58:35 PM): "Witch, what do you believe it to be?" The chief inquires. The witch holds her wrinkled hands up and then falls to the ground. Raske quirks a brow. "...did she just die?"

Zela691 (8:59:37 PM): Bjorg blinks at the Witch.

InTheEyeofaKnave (9:00:13 PM): The witch twitchs. Raske shrugs.

InTheEyeofaKnave (9:02:54 PM): "They call the beast Yaga, it exists in our most ancient folklore as a female that sought to marry Ffis but was decadent and betrayed him for his brother Hleg. She was deformed and kept his bride, so he might breed his progeny."

The witch floats up into the air as the story leaks from her mouth in a blue smoke.

"She leaves the signs of blood and webs, she enjoys to devour the young of our race, turn them into things horrid. She is a monster, Yaga is no longer of the mortal coil. She is of a differant breed. Ffis himself could not smite her, though perhaps it was out of love or scorn."

InTheEyeofaKnave (9:03:24 PM): The witch falls to the ground, unmoving. The chief tosses his helmet to the ground and Raske grumbles.

Zela691 (9:03:47 PM): Bjorg lets out a sigh, rubbing her head. "Zhen zhat is vhat did it."

InTheEyeofaKnave (9:05:58 PM): "...well, how do we kill it then?" The chief questions.

InTheEyeofaKnave (9:07:23 PM): Raske shakes his head and the witch remains motionless.

Zela691 (9:07:43 PM): "I have no idea.."

InTheEyeofaKnave (9:08:25 PM): Raske looks at Bjorg. "We could use the family totem... if only to try to kill it."

Zela691 (9:08:45 PM): Bjorg looks at Raske, nodding slightly. "Ve vould.."

InTheEyeofaKnave (9:10:02 PM): "We use the child as bait, and we make an attempt to free our lands... and I had only hoped to do so from the Fensir."

Zela691 (9:10:17 PM): Bjorg nods.

InTheEyeofaKnave (9:10:52 PM): Raske runs out of the mead hall to get the totems. The chief claws open a whole in the wall opposite the child so that he can be seen from the outside.

InTheEyeofaKnave (9:12:44 PM): "You best prepare yourself, Svipald." The chief proclaims. "As you are more than likely to be devoured, make your peace with Ffis."

Zela691 (9:13:11 PM): Bjorg nods, closing her eyes and letting out a long sigh.

InTheEyeofaKnave (9:17:24 PM): Raske re-enters the mead hall, holding two small carved wooden idols. Small is relative a term of course.

InTheEyeofaKnave (9:21:53 PM): The chief sits back on his throne. All is silent.

Zela691 (9:22:22 PM): Bjorg frowns. "Do you fink zhey vill vork, Uncle Raske?"

InTheEyeofaKnave (9:23:25 PM): "Regardless of if they work, we still may die." He hands you a blackened wood totem in the shape of a bear. "But may our ancestors watch over us in this battle."

Zela691 (9:23:59 PM): Bjorg nods, taking the blackened wood bear totem and smiling at it. "You are right."

InTheEyeofaKnave (9:29:19 PM): From outside the voice of a woman comes, singing, beautiful in tone.

"Who with I shall go to bed when sun is gone and moon is dead, wherever shall I rest my head. Chest of Ffis with mighty blade, or breast of Hleg, with life unmade. Forever my pain how has it gone?... Hunger grows before too long."

InTheEyeofaKnave (9:31:02 PM): A voice enters your skull: "You are not beautiful enough for either of them... you shall make a meal... but first the child."

InTheEyeofaKnave (9:31:24 PM): Webs are shot from the hole in the wall and they attach to the child, trying to pull him off the wall.

Zela691 (9:32:01 PM): Bjorg's eyes widen as she jumps to her meet, hammer in hand. Charginjg at the web, she brings her mace down on them.

InTheEyeofaKnave (9:33:12 PM): The hammer glows violet as it smash down, the web breaking apart in square-little pieces and magically falling to the ground.

InTheEyeofaKnave (9:33:37 PM): Another web is shot and the voice shouts as the child cries. "I DEMAND THIS ONE! HE WILL BE MY CHILD! THEY WILL BOTH SEE!"

Zela691 (9:35:17 PM): Bjorg snarls, hammer raised. "Vhat are you talking about?!" She shouts.

InTheEyeofaKnave (9:36:17 PM): They child screams, flesh being torn off it by the webs. The skin is carried back out of the building.

Zela691 (9:36:41 PM): Bjorg watches in horror.

InTheEyeofaKnave (9:37:21 PM): The chief charges at the webs and begins to claw at them. The voice shouts. "YOU! YOU ARE NOT WORTHY OF ME!"
And he begins to be pulled towards the beast by the webs.

Zela691 (9:39:19 PM): Bjorg snarls, charging forward at the Chief and the web. Raising her mace, she brings it down at the web again, trying to free him.

InTheEyeofaKnave (9:40:57 PM): The web is destroyed in the similar odd manner and the chief is freed. The chief lurks back to his throne and grabs his spear. Uncle Raske holds up his totem and his veins begin to bulge.

InTheEyeofaKnave (9:41:55 PM): More webs are spewed at the screaming child, and you see the beast pull itself inside.

InTheEyeofaKnave (9:42:00 PM): http://i373.photobucket.com/albums/oo177/TristinRivers/Dark_Womb.jpg?t=1236558005

InTheEyeofaKnave (9:43:00 PM): Twenty feet long at least, and towering towards the cieling. Huge in scope. It sprays webs from its arms at the child and crawls forward. "I ONLY WANT TO LOVE YOU MY CHILD!"

InTheEyeofaKnave (9:44:53 PM): The chief throws its spear into the beast, who shrieks.

InTheEyeofaKnave (9:46:47 PM): The chief falls to his knees and then the floor unconcious.

InTheEyeofaKnave (9:47:35 PM): Raske begins to tear at his skin, in a brutal transformation, he becomes a large grey bear. He roars and charges forward to attack the beast.

Zela691 (9:49:21 PM): Bjorg charges forward, gritting her teeth. Raising her hammer into the air, she attempts to bring it into the beast's side.

InTheEyeofaKnave (9:52:02 PM): You feel strange, your skin spurts into boils and blisters. Flesh bursting apart, your eyes widen and sink in, you drop your hammer after smashing it into the beasts side, and become a large black bear.

InTheEyeofaKnave (9:54:45 PM): The beast is knocked aside a bit, and Raske pounces on her, gnawing on her neck. The Chief leaps for his spear and begins to stab her in the back.

Zela691 (9:56:33 PM): Bjorg, now a bear, seems a tad shocked at first, before letting out a beastial roar, standing on both of her back legs before charging at the beast, slashing at it's soft sides with her claws.

InTheEyeofaKnave (9:59:15 PM): You smash the beast and slash it at its side. Yaga screams. "BUT I DID IT ALL FOR YOU HLEG! DAMN THE BEASTS OF YOUR BROTHER!"

The beast is flipped on to its side. Raske and the Chief begin to claw it apart, ripping open it's chest. A blue fog seems to leak out of it

InTheEyeofaKnave (10:00:32 PM): You notice the fog appears to be made out of the souls of Ityish and Fensir, they leak out and away into the air.

InTheEyeofaKnave (10:03:19 PM): Yaga shrieks and bats at you .

InTheEyeofaKnave (10:05:09 PM): You resist the shriek, which knocks Raske off her as he claws at his ears and reverts to Ityish form. But you are knocked into a web by her batting.

Zela691 (11:05:28 PM): The now-bearified Bjorg lets out another roar, struggling and slashing at the web with her claws to try and break free.

InTheEyeofaKnave (11:06:48 PM): You slash away the webs and regain your footings. Yaga bites into the Chief's arm and rips it off. She sucks it into her mouth like it was a noodle.

InTheEyeofaKnave (11:07:59 PM): Raske tackles Yaga and begins to claw at her back.

Zela691 (11:09:07 PM): Bjorg lets out another fierce roar, charging at Yaga and leaping at her, trying to tackle and claw at her face.

InTheEyeofaKnave (11:10:58 PM): Your claws pierce her face and you begin to pull it off.

InTheEyeofaKnave (11:12:44 PM): You gorely pull off the face of Yaga, revealing a beautiful woman's face for a woman. She screams and her flesh melts away, slinking down into a pool of oil and blood and evaporating.

InTheEyeofaKnave (11:14:36 PM): Raske runs over to the Chief, regaining his Ityish form, and quickly rips up his apron and bandages the Chief's shoulder, where the armw as ripped off.

Zela691 (11:15:39 PM): Bjorg pants heavily, still in the form of the large black bear.

InTheEyeofaKnave (11:17:02 PM): "Bjorg, concentrate." Raske says as he aids The Chief. "You do not wish to be in that form too long, the change back will be far too painful."

Raske coughs up some blood and the Chief grows pale. "...When those who travelled with your father return, we will have such a feast... they will not know the horrors we faced..."

Zela691 (11:17:49 PM): Bjorg looks at her Uncle, and if really it were considerable, nodded, closing her eyes.

Zela691 (11:20:45 PM): Bjorg slowly turns back into her Ityish form, coughing up a tiny bit of blood before heading to her uncle and the chief. "Vill he be okay, Uncle Raske?" She grunts.

InTheEyeofaKnave (11:21:11 PM): "He may, he will never fight like he once did... but he simply needs time and aid."

Zela691 (11:21:39 PM): Bjorg nods, kneeling down. "Vhat vould you have me do?"

InTheEyeofaKnave (11:22:35 PM): "Destroy the fensir child in the most humane way, then... patch up that wall."

Zela691 (11:23:11 PM): Bjorg nods, letting out a long sigh and heading over to the child.

InTheEyeofaKnave (11:25:21 PM): The child is a bloody mess, missing a lot of skin, breathing heavily, unmoving.

Zela691 (11:26:26 PM): Bjorg gazes down at the child, holding her hammer up. Sighing, she raises it, and attempts to bring it down on the child's head in a swift, killing blow.

InTheEyeofaKnave (11:27:27 PM): The child's head is turned to mush, it falls down dead, bleeding green bile and small teeth.

Zela691 (11:27:52 PM): Bjorg bows her head in silence for a moment before looking around for something to patch the wall with.

Zela691 (11:29:17 PM): Bjorg moves over to a nearby table, dragging it towards the wall.

InTheEyeofaKnave (11:30:36 PM): The mead hall is makeshifly repaired, and in two days the clan returns. Many men and women, some twice your size. Raske explains the situation and a mass funeral is held for those who were killed. You are told to keep your totem, should it come in handy in the future.