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<blockquote data-quote="Fenris" data-source="post: 7044762" data-attributes="member: 2820"><p>As the snekkja slid up onto the sand and came to a halt, Thorir started calling out orders to bring the sails down and started unloading. </p><p></p><p>Thorir turned to his brother.<span style="color: #FF0000"> “I’ve taken your requests into consideration and I think you are correct brother. The Princess will have freedom on the island, as will her beast. I will go speak to the girl. You go oversee the men for now.” </span></p><p></p><p>Thorir sent Eben along with 4 men to refill their water stores, but also to give Eben something to do. As Eben and the men head out with the barrels Thorir had men bring out the tents. As men unloaded supplies, gathered firewood, and set up tents, Thorir head back to the stern of the ship. He stood before Astrid once again. </p><p></p><p><span style="color: #FF0000">"Ok little Jarlinna. We have arrived at an island and we’ll be staying here for a few days. It seems as though you and Eben know each other in some way. That is a story I would like to hear soon. In the meantime, there is no way off the island. If you will provide your word of honor, as the daughter of a Jarl, that you will not try to escape, then I shall provide you the liberty to roam the island. I warn you the consequences of you not holding to you word will be severe. And not just from me, the magic of this island will hold you to it as well.”</span></p><p></p><p>Astrid cast a wary eye around the island. She’d been watching the area as they sailed toward it and having known where they had been headed and approximately where they detoured to, she knew where they were. She knew of the legend of this place, not just from her schooling but from Eben himself; though he had grown up surrounded by the Demiurgist religion his mother had taught him of the gods of his father. Astrid knew of the stories, she’d heard them not just at court but from the idyllic days and nights her and the poet spent together huddled under blankets next to a warm fire; her giggling, trying to distract him, while he tried to teach her the old lessons through song and poem before finally giving up all hope and attending to her instead. The memory made her smile, though this situation certainly did not.</p><p></p><p>She wasn’t about to argue anew with the Sea King.</p><p></p><p><span style="color: #EE82EE">“Where exactly is it do you think I will go? You already know I cannot swim my way out of here. So yes, I give you my word as the daughter of a Jarl that I will not try to escape.”</span> She offered up her wrists to the Viking and hoped his aim was as sharp as his tongue.</p><p></p><p>Thorir cut Astrid’s bonds, and had her hold Ruby as he cut the muzzle from the wolf as well. Thorir then led Astrid to the bow, and helped her down to the shore. He then escorted her to the largest and nicest tent, the one he usually kept for himself. </p><p></p><p><span style="color: #FF0000">"For the next few days this tent is yours." </span></p><p></p><p>Thorir gave Astrid a small bow, but without a grin or any mockery, before he head out to see the rest of the camp set up.</p><p></p><p>Astrid rubbed her wrists and watched as the warrior walked away from her. He was certainly a confusing character. One moment he showed the manners of a noble born, the next, a rough pirate. She’d never heard of someone who lived in both worlds so seamlessly. Though if she had to guess pirate fit him a little <em>too</em> well. She also noted the marked similarities in the brothers appearances… though Thorir was quite a bit taller the brothers shared the same features; coloration, hair and even eye color. It was quite uncanny.</p><p> </p><p>Before she could ponder it too much, Ruby was nudging her. She longed to run free and was also probably starving.<span style="color: #EE82EE">“Alright my friend, let us walk.”</span> Astrid led them off down the beach, away from where the men were setting up the tents and camp. She’d have time to be alone and think away from the chaos and noise of all these men. </p><p></p><p>Thorir spots the men he had sent with Eben to fetch fresh water, Eben was not with them. Thorir scowled. he headed over to Astrid's tent and called out to her, waited a moment then flung back the tent flap. Empty. The wolf too. Thorir scowled again. She could not escape from the island. But could she escape from her past? Would it matter? It might, Eben followed his heart more than his head. Depending upon how involved these two had been, Eben might make some foolhardy effort to free her. Thorir laughed in spite of himself, spoiling his foul mood. Still, this was a delicate exchange, mores so than he had expected. Not that he would let his men know or see that. To put him back in a mood to dwell in he started barking orders to the men. Camp set up, fresh fish caught. And a table with seats as best as could be managed. The crew looked at him to double check that last one. "Does not Odin require hospitality?" he asked rhetorically. Raveneye smiled and looked into that preparation himself.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Fenris, post: 7044762, member: 2820"] As the snekkja slid up onto the sand and came to a halt, Thorir started calling out orders to bring the sails down and started unloading. Thorir turned to his brother.[COLOR="#FF0000"] “I’ve taken your requests into consideration and I think you are correct brother. The Princess will have freedom on the island, as will her beast. I will go speak to the girl. You go oversee the men for now.” [/COLOR] Thorir sent Eben along with 4 men to refill their water stores, but also to give Eben something to do. As Eben and the men head out with the barrels Thorir had men bring out the tents. As men unloaded supplies, gathered firewood, and set up tents, Thorir head back to the stern of the ship. He stood before Astrid once again. [COLOR="#FF0000"]"Ok little Jarlinna. We have arrived at an island and we’ll be staying here for a few days. It seems as though you and Eben know each other in some way. That is a story I would like to hear soon. In the meantime, there is no way off the island. If you will provide your word of honor, as the daughter of a Jarl, that you will not try to escape, then I shall provide you the liberty to roam the island. I warn you the consequences of you not holding to you word will be severe. And not just from me, the magic of this island will hold you to it as well.”[/COLOR] Astrid cast a wary eye around the island. She’d been watching the area as they sailed toward it and having known where they had been headed and approximately where they detoured to, she knew where they were. She knew of the legend of this place, not just from her schooling but from Eben himself; though he had grown up surrounded by the Demiurgist religion his mother had taught him of the gods of his father. Astrid knew of the stories, she’d heard them not just at court but from the idyllic days and nights her and the poet spent together huddled under blankets next to a warm fire; her giggling, trying to distract him, while he tried to teach her the old lessons through song and poem before finally giving up all hope and attending to her instead. The memory made her smile, though this situation certainly did not. She wasn’t about to argue anew with the Sea King. [COLOR="#EE82EE"]“Where exactly is it do you think I will go? You already know I cannot swim my way out of here. So yes, I give you my word as the daughter of a Jarl that I will not try to escape.”[/COLOR] She offered up her wrists to the Viking and hoped his aim was as sharp as his tongue. Thorir cut Astrid’s bonds, and had her hold Ruby as he cut the muzzle from the wolf as well. Thorir then led Astrid to the bow, and helped her down to the shore. He then escorted her to the largest and nicest tent, the one he usually kept for himself. [COLOR="#FF0000"]"For the next few days this tent is yours." [/COLOR] Thorir gave Astrid a small bow, but without a grin or any mockery, before he head out to see the rest of the camp set up. Astrid rubbed her wrists and watched as the warrior walked away from her. He was certainly a confusing character. One moment he showed the manners of a noble born, the next, a rough pirate. She’d never heard of someone who lived in both worlds so seamlessly. Though if she had to guess pirate fit him a little [i]too[/i] well. She also noted the marked similarities in the brothers appearances… though Thorir was quite a bit taller the brothers shared the same features; coloration, hair and even eye color. It was quite uncanny. Before she could ponder it too much, Ruby was nudging her. She longed to run free and was also probably starving.[COLOR="#EE82EE"]“Alright my friend, let us walk.”[/COLOR] Astrid led them off down the beach, away from where the men were setting up the tents and camp. She’d have time to be alone and think away from the chaos and noise of all these men. Thorir spots the men he had sent with Eben to fetch fresh water, Eben was not with them. Thorir scowled. he headed over to Astrid's tent and called out to her, waited a moment then flung back the tent flap. Empty. The wolf too. Thorir scowled again. She could not escape from the island. But could she escape from her past? Would it matter? It might, Eben followed his heart more than his head. Depending upon how involved these two had been, Eben might make some foolhardy effort to free her. Thorir laughed in spite of himself, spoiling his foul mood. Still, this was a delicate exchange, mores so than he had expected. Not that he would let his men know or see that. To put him back in a mood to dwell in he started barking orders to the men. Camp set up, fresh fish caught. And a table with seats as best as could be managed. The crew looked at him to double check that last one. "Does not Odin require hospitality?" he asked rhetorically. Raveneye smiled and looked into that preparation himself. [/QUOTE]
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