Chapter I: The Wrecked Assembly

"The sun knew not / Where her hall she had; / The moon knew not / What might he had; / The stars knew not / Their resting-places." - Gylfaginning, the Tricking of Gylfi
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Re: Chapter I: The Wrecked Assembly

Post by Iss'fayn » 18:24:04 Wednesday, 23 May, 2018

Karl Snorrison nods from the side lines, glancing to his second before he slips back from the fireside wandering around the group and tapping Coastcrow on the shoulder for a word. Nikolas takes a moment then steps forward as his captain skulks off.
"I'm just the second and so, but I'm the second of the George's Spear. That name may mean something, but we've gone through plenty of distance. Maybe we can go south, otherwise it is a bit of a lingering ache but my captain speaks true as does Kormakr. We should not hold this place for long, as it's open and exposed. The story of the skraeling isn't to be mocked. Already one great fleet vanished perhaps to these shores... Perhaps not. We're surrounded by a great uncertainty."
He runs a hand through short hair, fingers missing from the hand as he slicked back his cut.
"The best we can do is just this, be decisive and careful. It may be a kind of confusion to say such but it is true... Well any which way, whose father a man is doesn't matter. My captain is of the Shetland Isles and knows of Kormakr, I doubt we will waver on his choice. We should be not politicking rather focusing on surviving on the strange shores."
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Re: Chapter I: The Wrecked Assembly

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An aged man of about fifty years steps up to speak. Olaf Rolfsson, a man distinguished by a necklace bearing the cross, gives a clap to gain attention for himself, before speaking in a loud, confident tone, as if he were holding a sermon.

"Friends, fellow travellers to this strange land, children of God- whatever you may believe of Him. We must recognize what has befallen us in this strange place. We are in a land which we may, perhaps, never return home from. We all accepted this possibility when voyaging out, even without knowing how truly this would be. Wherever we are, it is not the realm we all once knew. The stars speak to it, and my prayers tell me it is so as well. I am, as some of you may know, a man of Christ. I live by His word, and will die by it if necessary. Yet whatever you may think of 'the White Christ,' it is by His decree that we as God's children should love and care for one another, and I intend to follow this decree, be you pagan or Christian. All those who are holy, all those who feel the stirrings of God within you, all those who hope for salvation, I urge you in following this directive, and to treat our wayward brothers and sisters as just that, and not as enemies to be combatted. And with such fraternity in mind, I humbly support Kormákr Þórmundrsson in his bid to become Jarl. A man who recognizes the need for unity aside from faith, and who hopes to see us thrive in this perilous place, is worthy of leadership in my mind. I am unsure of his faith, and I do not care. His spirit is worthy of any Christian man, and his resolve unquestionable. For Christian and Pagan alike, I urge you to join me in this support, as such a man is needed to take decisive action when it is most needed. Thank you for giving me this time to speak, and may God deliver us all."

With that, he would back away, eyes flitting about to measure the reaction to his speech.
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Re: Chapter I: The Wrecked Assembly

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Karl Snorrison returns with Thorkell Coastcrow, nodding to the other captain and then steps forward, into the space a front of the flames, brandishing a book of an ornate style familiar to those who went to Miklagard. "I must admit that I have been circumspect. I found this earlier and I was unsure of it, but I have, with some assistance, found that this is indeed a miracle!" He lifts the book above his head, the jewels and gold inlaid on the cover glimmering. "A Bible of Hristos, the Son of God, he who is risen, washed ashore by the George's Spear without a drop of water upon it! Not even a salt mark! A Bible of Miklagard whilst we have no Roman ones. This is a sign for sure! It is in the Grikkish tongue but I am assured that it is what I believe it to be. Take a look as you wish, but treat such a miraculous object with proper respect!" He glances around the group of captains curious as to whether others would see the significance he did.
"We need Freshwater".

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Re: Chapter I: The Wrecked Assembly

Post by Smyg » 16:42:40 Sunday, 27 May, 2018

Iss'fayn wrote:
16:10:29 Sunday, 27 May, 2018
[...]
Thorkell Coastcrow nods, as if to confirm the claims of Karl Snorrisson.

The instant response by Orvar Twice-Born is a hearty laugh, which descends into a sickly cough, but remains spiteful throughout.

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Re: Chapter I: The Wrecked Assembly

Post by Gesar » 17:54:24 Sunday, 27 May, 2018

"Truly? The paper is untouched?" Mockery abounds as Twice-Born is soon joined by the Bear-Cub and her Second, neither of whom have the respect not to laugh at the 'revelation'. Fortunately, once at his side they seem to have just enough sense not to continue that line of thinking...loudly, anyways, as a few words of the northern dialect can be made out, namely "kindling", "blot", and "pointless interruptions".
آمریکا هیچ غلطی نمی تواند بکند‎

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Re: Chapter I: The Wrecked Assembly

Post by Iss'fayn » 18:01:39 Sunday, 27 May, 2018

Karl Snorrison tightens his lips but shrugs before replying. "I am no fanatic, no ghazi of the moors or a berserker. This is a miracle as simple as it is. It stands on its own merit. If you care not, then you may sneer. I decline to push faith, and care not a jot if you want to hang eight for Odin from the nearest oak! It came from Ran's nets untouched and that is it." He lowers the book. "Regardless, we've not a need to be at one another's throats. But I thought it may be a solace for those who are concerned."
"We need Freshwater".

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Re: Chapter I: The Wrecked Assembly

Post by CarpeVerpa » 19:34:45 Sunday, 27 May, 2018

A look of deep surprise comes to Olaf Rolfsson's face, though surpisingly not with much apparent concern, as one would expect from a devout Catholic. "Untouched! You are certain of this? Please, allow me to see. If it is indeed a miraculous relic, it must be thoroughly examined. Perhaps there is some special insight the Lord wishes us to glean from this." Olaf would approach Karl Snorrison, not yet making any overt gestures toward the Bible, but clearly eyeing it with keen interest.
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Re: Chapter I: The Wrecked Assembly

Post by Iss'fayn » 20:38:00 Sunday, 27 May, 2018

Karl nods to Olaf, lifting the book forward and flicking through the pages slowly, indicating that the item has no water mark or stain despite it's provenance from the foam of the sea.
"We need Freshwater".

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Re: Chapter I: The Wrecked Assembly

Post by Master of Oblivion » 21:47:18 Sunday, 27 May, 2018

Eiriker was growing more and more frustrated with each passing comment. This newest interruption was a twist in the knife he could feel in his back.

"Wow a true miracle!" Eiriker laughed a hearty laugh, shooting scorn at all those analyzing the bible. He thought back to what he saw earlier that day upon the beach, and it made his blood boil. The hypocrisy of it all. We had tried to escape all this, and now it followed him here.

"I'm glad the paper is untouched by water. I truly am. Its surely a sign of this God. Now if only the same thing could be said of his followers. But I suppose White Christ was too busy focusing upon his paper to hear the cries of the children thrown overboard by the storm. Or perhaps he enjoyed dunking them in the water? You lot call that baptism, right? Well now that we are all brothers in the church, perhaps we can get onto serious matters?"
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Re: Chapter I: The Wrecked Assembly

Post by Serenissima » 00:50:19 Monday, 28 May, 2018

Iss'fayn wrote:
16:10:29 Sunday, 27 May, 2018
Karl Snorrison returns with Thorkell Coastcrow, nodding to the other captain and then steps forward, into the space a front of the flames, brandishing a book of an ornate style familiar to those who went to Miklagard. "I must admit that I have been circumspect. I found this earlier and I was unsure of it, but I have, with some assistance, found that this is indeed a miracle!" He lifts the book above his head, the jewels and gold inlaid on the cover glimmering. "A Bible of Hristos, the Son of God, he who is risen, washed ashore by the George's Spear without a drop of water upon it! Not even a salt mark! A Bible of Miklagard whilst we have no Roman ones. This is a sign for sure! It is in the Grikkish tongue but I am assured that it is what I believe it to be. Take a look as you wish, but treat such a miraculous object with proper respect!" He glances around the group of captains curious as to whether others would see the significance he did.
From behind the group, emerging like soft-footed ghosts from the gloom into the firelight, came a trio, likely whom had been watching the preceding events apart for a little while. In dark, hooded woollen habits, marked only by the pale ropes that drew them closed, neatly-tied, the three were recognisable as Benedictine brothers. The one in the centre, the tallest, raised his hand, and partly drew back his hood, to reveal his face - not yet old, he had a short, neatly-trimmed beard, in keeping with the Rule, his tonsure concealed behind the folds of the hood which made him seem even taller, a face notably marked by patrician Norman nose and cheekbones. Despite his height, his was not a brawny or imposing appearance, not compared, certainly, to the many warriors and north-men present at the assembly.

He raised his hand in blessing. "Peace and goodwill to you all." he spoke, clearly enunciated and raising his voice to be audible to all as one would to give a sermon. "I am sub-prior Hubèrt of the Abbey of Our Lady of Bec. A brother of the Benedictine Order, and ordained as priest in the sight of the Father, the Son, and the Spirit." Hubèrt explained. "Our ship, which I have the honour to command, was beached a little further along the shore, and so it has taken us some time to gather ourselves and set out for this assembly. But with all this talk of miracles, it seemed I should interject."

The priest had a faintly amused look about him. "Fervour in the name of Christ is... commendable, but we must always be careful not to see acts of God in the work of men. Such false temptations from the Devil could easily lead a true believer astray under the best of intentions." From his satchel, he withdrew a large object, rectangular and weighty, tight-wrapped in leather. Undoing the straps, he withdrew a hard-bound Roman bible, latched in gleaming brass, protecting the illuminations within and the inlaid artwork of its cover.

"This is my own copy, in the Latin tongue. We carry some other holy texts and psalters with us, for the words of our Lord should never be far, and perhaps one or two other Bibles. But as you can see, they are wrapped in oilskins, sealed tightly with straps. Even should the tome be submerged in water, it will remain perfectly dry for many hours, and some may even float, if there is enough of the air trapped within when it is sealed. Such a fine book from the East, and of such high value even to the layman for its decorations, would surely be wrapped and protected in much the same way, and rescued from the storm, too, for its value to man, not to God."

Hubèrt let the gentle rebuke of the firebrand lay-preacher sink in, for a moment, before he continued. "The book can only have come, I fear, from one of the ships carrying the priests that answered to the Patriarch in Constantinople. Whom, as far as we know, are all drowned; and this is strong evidence for that... unfortunate event. I believe this leaves me as the sole ordained priest among our number, from what we have gathered canvassing the encampments. My men have raised a cross further down this shore, near our ship, to commend the souls of the dead unburied at sea, and hasten their passage to Heaven. I will be hosting the divine service of Lauds at dawn, and all are welcome to join us, whatever their creed. I aim to give all just dues to the dead under Christ's rite, and let whomever may have other beliefs do the same for theirs."

The priest finally stopped his discourse - it was quite an erudite speech, clearly from a man used to high halls, not a campfire in the night on an unknown shore. "But as to the matters at hand, I am a man of God, no explorer or warrior. I believe Kormákr has the right of it, as far as plans go, even if both men are worthy of respect, and I will lend him my support, just as I will anyone with a sound idea. We have stores of food on our ships, and can sleep under the stars if need be, but fresh water we cannot do without, and that should be our first priority."
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Re: Chapter I: The Wrecked Assembly

Post by Orago » 05:53:34 Monday, 28 May, 2018

Leandro Bjornsson arrives on the white sands of this desolate beach. A few of his crew can be seen trailing behind him, carrying barrels in their arms. He approaches the bonfire and the gathered captains.

"Hail, fellow Norsemen!" shouts the young captain, who spoke fluent Norse but did indeed have a hint of a foreign accent. "Pardon my interruption, but I have just landed here in these lands! I am Captain Leandro Bjornsson of the Heritage's Legacy!" he exclaimed in a rather proud yet flourished manner, as if he was a bard, or better yet, a dashing troubadour! His accent becoming more pronounced as he continued to speak. His men who were lugging the barrels up the shore finally arrived, and plopped them down in front of Leandro before making their retreat.

He pauses for a moment, eyeing up the crowd. "Well, men, captains! It is well met! I can see it in your eyes though. You are all wondering what self respecting Norseman is named Leandro! Well I assure you, while my name is not important, I guarantee you I am no less a man of the North than all of you! To prove it, I would like to arrange a little game!" Leandro stands on top of a wooden barrel, holding his arms out as he speaks elegantly to his listeners. "I have brought ale! The finest ale, of the highest quality! What Norseman doesn't like ale?" He hops off of the barrel, and draws from the barrel's tap into a mug, bringing the tankard to his mouth and taking a hefty, frothy sip.

"Captains! I am most pleased to meet all of you! And to celebrate our acquaintance, we shall drink! Whoever can drink the most tankards of ale, can have all the barrels that are left when we're done! And more importantly, I shall cast my vote for Jarl for whoever is man enough to consume such a healthy amount of ale!" He takes a quick bow.

"May the heaviest drinker become Jarl!"

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Re: Chapter I: The Wrecked Assembly

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Karl Snorrison steps forward, the book folded beneath an arm. "I have no doubt that the would be Jarls will join the fun, nonetheless would be a good time to take a sup... Lest It was an invitation only for those whom are leading the voting tonight?" A playful smirk crosses his lips as he sizes up Leandro and eyes the ale with a wolvish expression.
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The wind howled as Eirikr regarded the new interlocketor in front of him. Each crest breaking upon the shore echoed a similar wave within Eirikr himself. Without saying a word he picked up a tankard and considered the barrel for a moment. With his full force Eirikr tossed his tankard down the beach, clonking a bystander on the helmet. Wincing slightly, his rage abated for a moment, until he saw the fellow was more none the worse. His rage then returned in full.

He turned upon Leandro. "This is no time for silly games! There are literally dead bodies from our expedition still washing ashore! We have have no idea where in the nine worlds we are! We have our families to tend to. I have no idea where an eldhúsfífl like yourself comes from, but I won't have the sacred position of Jarl trivialized by turning it into a show of youthful bravado."

And with that, Eirikr took several steps away, muttering curses underneath his breath.
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Re: Chapter I: The Wrecked Assembly

Post by acecipher » 03:44:58 Wednesday, 30 May, 2018

Anders had made his way over, around the outside of the circle, to the Brother who had held up the Bible from Rome, and was about to gush forth praises of the Holy Man who had surely calmed the Wrath of God enough for these blessed few to make it through, but was cut short by the jovial and outlandish entrance of Leandro.

After the.... resolution of that incident, he hurriedly blurted a quiet "We'll talk soonly about much" to the priest, and hurried over to Erikr. "Good man, don't let some fiddle-twisted tomfoolery get the better of you. The young man, barely a boy, will have his grave error in these troubling trials and show the fuzz of his peaches to be quite downy, but don't let it rile you from his playingness of the fiddle. I'm sure you'll prove yourself deedily through your works, so by White Christ above just find a log and let the roll of the waves travel under your house, yeah?"
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Re: Chapter I: The Wrecked Assembly

Post by Orago » 07:49:48 Wednesday, 30 May, 2018

Leandro shakes his head, not believing that these fine men turned down quality ale! He leaves the barrels in place though, and welcomes anyone, anyone at all to pour themselves a mug.

"I see my attempts at hospitality were misunderstood. Very well! I still look forward to working with you fine men! Nevertheless, I will leave these barrels here. A gift for you Captains to share among your crew. With such scarce drinking water, these ale barrels may very well come in handy. I will let you sort out the matter of distribution among yourselves, if this is an improper time for merriment" He waves his arm towards the barrels, indicating that there are indeed ten of them.

He returns to standing idly, watching the Captains speak as the night dwindles into morning. "As for the matter at hand, there are a number of fine men here that would make capable Jarls of this new land." He looks over the crowd "I stick to my word though, and if no one wishes to partake in the consumption of ale tonight, I abstain from voting" He nods. "May the rest of you decide swiftly though, as a strong leader is needed in these lands foreign to us all."

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