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<blockquote data-quote="Jago" data-source="post: 6996846" data-attributes="member: 6855130"><p>[section][align=left]http://i187.photobucket.com/albums/x111/tranced89/Eben_1.jpg[/align]~ <span style="color: teal">" As if this lot could appreciate the <em>Edda</em>?"</span> Eben Marenson asked with a raised eyebrow, turning from his view of the sea towards the crew of their sleek <em>snekkja</em>, <span style="color: teal">" They'd find far more joy from a girl's tongue than my own, I'd wager."</span></p><p></p><p>He chuckled and Asger laughed with him, though above a sudden burst of wind the skald could've sworn he heard Lavrans make some crude comment or the other. </p><p></p><p><span style="color: teal">" I suppose I might, should the day remain this calm,"</span> he relented, knowing that at the very least, he appreciated the chance to practice his verse. His lyre lay unstrung and tucked within a hardened-leather bag to protect the delicate wood, Eben moving to fetch the instrument and prepare it for use. The sails were high on this day, the oars unneeded for the moment, leaving their vessel gliding along the whale road with all the ease of spreading honey across bread.</p><p></p><p>Eben Marenson slid a hand through his thick, dark hair, damp with the salt of the sea, before withdrawing the instrument from its case and setting to affixing its strings for play. He sat himself upon the edge of the ship, towards its prow, looking not at his hands but instead at the ocean he claimed as his home. Her green-tinted waters carried him far away from the chill of early spring's touch, and instead back to a simple house in a coastal town. To a dying fire and a girl whose green eyes he had lost himself in far more times than he had been floundered at sea. </p><p></p><p>But that was a long time ago, in a land far from here. That was how the Demiurgists began many of their own poems, and indeed those years past were far more a fairy tale in his memories than any recollection of true events. How could they be? Now, now there was only the sea, the song, and the sword.</p><p></p><p>And his brother, of course. Thorir Volundson was the only reason he was even still alive, and for that Eben had sworn a debt of allegiance to the man. Where the oars carried him, so would the skald be at his side to raise his shield, his voice, and his tankard. They had been raiding solidly for the past 3 years, Eben finally joining the crew of this ship after twenty months of not knowing whether this was his calling. At the clatter of spears and the song of Njord, though, Eben had always felt a strong pull, and so had settled into the crew easily.</p><p></p><p>He plucked at the strings of the lyre, tuning it gently before beginning to earnestly strum it in a simple rhythm. Two strings, then one, then two again, then one, a slow, melodious drone against the creaking of the ship's wood. Eben's voice, though soft and measured, seem to rise above the crest of waves and wind.</p><p></p><p><span style="color: teal"><em>" Hearing I ask from the holy races,</em></span></p><p><span style="color: teal"><em>From Heimdall's sons, both high and low;</em></span></p><p><span style="color: teal"><em>Thou wilt, All-father, that well I relate.</em></span></p><p><span style="color: teal"><em>New tales I recall for men long ago."</em></span></p><p></p><p><span style="color: teal"><em>" Upon the whales' way, the breaker of rings,</em></span></p><p><span style="color: teal"><em>Thorir and company roam Ægir's daughters,</em></span></p><p><span style="color: teal"><em>With sea-steed swift as One-Eye's Sleipnir,</em></span></p><p><span style="color: teal"><em>We carry blood-ember across the white waters."</em></span></p><p></p><p><span style="color: teal"><em>" Mind's worth to the Sea King!</em></span></p><p><span style="color: teal"><em>Thor's Blessing to fight the sleep of spear!</em></span></p><p><span style="color: teal"><em>By headland of swords will our names be remembered,</em></span></p><p><span style="color: teal"><em>Through Bragi's voice forever will we be here."</em></span></p><p></p><p>Eben continued to lightly strum the strings of his instrument with the same melody as before, blue eyes finally opening and settling upon his Half-Brother with a knowing nod. </p><p></p><p><span style="color: teal">" Kin, where do we sail for today? Where next shall my song carry us?'</span>~[/section]</p><p></p><p>[sblock=Eben's Stats]<strong><a href="https://www.dropbox.com/s/vl1emsqa0dxiepc/Eben%20The%20Poet%20Character%20Sheet.pdf?dl=0" target="_blank">Character Sheet</a></strong></p><p></p><p><strong>HP</strong>: 30/30</p><p><strong>Condition</strong>: Normal</p><p><strong>Initiative</strong>: +1</p><p><strong>Perception</strong>: +8</p><p>[sblock=Combat Stats]<strong><u>AC</u></strong>: 17 <strong>Flat</strong>: 16 <strong>Touch</strong>: 11</p><p><strong>Fort</strong>: 5 <strong>Reflex</strong>: 2 <strong>Will</strong>: 5</p><p></p><p><strong>In Hand</strong>: Nothing</p><p></p><p><strong>Masterwork Longsword</strong>: +7, 1d8+3, 19-20/x2</p><p><strong>Composite Longbow</strong>: +4 1d8+3, 20/x3, 110. ft.</p><p><strong>Arrows</strong>: 40/40[/sblock]</p><p>[sblock=Spells & Powers]<strong>Cantrips</strong>: Unlimited</p><p><em>Dancing Lights</em></p><p><em>Know Direction</em></p><p><em>Mage Hand</em></p><p><em>Message</em></p><p><em>Prestidigitation</em></p><p><em>Read Magic</em></p><p></p><p><strong>Level 1</strong>: 4/Day</p><p><em>Horn of Pursuit</em></p><p><em>Moment of Greatness</em></p><p><em>Read Weather</em></p><p><em>Timely Inspiration</em></p><p><em>Windy Escape</em></p><p></p><p><strong>Level 2</strong>: 2/Day</p><p><em>Invisibility</em></p><p><em>Mirror Image</em></p><p></p><p><strong>Skald Abilities</strong>: </p><p><em>Raging Song</em>: 18/18 Rounds Remaining</p><p><em>Powerful Blow</em>: 1/1 Per Day</p><p><em>Born Free</em>: 1/1 Per Day[/sblock]</p><p>[sblock=Adventure Notes]<strong>Transactions</strong>:</p><p>Total Coin: 28.03 GP</p><p></p><p><strong>Game Info</strong>:[/sblock][/sblock]</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Jago, post: 6996846, member: 6855130"] [section][align=left]http://i187.photobucket.com/albums/x111/tranced89/Eben_1.jpg[/align]~ [color=teal]" As if this lot could appreciate the [I]Edda[/I]?"[/color] Eben Marenson asked with a raised eyebrow, turning from his view of the sea towards the crew of their sleek [I]snekkja[/I], [color=teal]" They'd find far more joy from a girl's tongue than my own, I'd wager."[/color] He chuckled and Asger laughed with him, though above a sudden burst of wind the skald could've sworn he heard Lavrans make some crude comment or the other. [color=teal]" I suppose I might, should the day remain this calm,"[/color] he relented, knowing that at the very least, he appreciated the chance to practice his verse. His lyre lay unstrung and tucked within a hardened-leather bag to protect the delicate wood, Eben moving to fetch the instrument and prepare it for use. The sails were high on this day, the oars unneeded for the moment, leaving their vessel gliding along the whale road with all the ease of spreading honey across bread. Eben Marenson slid a hand through his thick, dark hair, damp with the salt of the sea, before withdrawing the instrument from its case and setting to affixing its strings for play. He sat himself upon the edge of the ship, towards its prow, looking not at his hands but instead at the ocean he claimed as his home. Her green-tinted waters carried him far away from the chill of early spring's touch, and instead back to a simple house in a coastal town. To a dying fire and a girl whose green eyes he had lost himself in far more times than he had been floundered at sea. But that was a long time ago, in a land far from here. That was how the Demiurgists began many of their own poems, and indeed those years past were far more a fairy tale in his memories than any recollection of true events. How could they be? Now, now there was only the sea, the song, and the sword. And his brother, of course. Thorir Volundson was the only reason he was even still alive, and for that Eben had sworn a debt of allegiance to the man. Where the oars carried him, so would the skald be at his side to raise his shield, his voice, and his tankard. They had been raiding solidly for the past 3 years, Eben finally joining the crew of this ship after twenty months of not knowing whether this was his calling. At the clatter of spears and the song of Njord, though, Eben had always felt a strong pull, and so had settled into the crew easily. He plucked at the strings of the lyre, tuning it gently before beginning to earnestly strum it in a simple rhythm. Two strings, then one, then two again, then one, a slow, melodious drone against the creaking of the ship's wood. Eben's voice, though soft and measured, seem to rise above the crest of waves and wind. [color=teal][I]" Hearing I ask from the holy races, From Heimdall's sons, both high and low; Thou wilt, All-father, that well I relate. New tales I recall for men long ago."[/I][/color] [color=teal][i]" Upon the whales' way, the breaker of rings, Thorir and company roam Ægir's daughters, With sea-steed swift as One-Eye's Sleipnir, We carry blood-ember across the white waters."[/i][/color] [color=teal][i]" Mind's worth to the Sea King! Thor's Blessing to fight the sleep of spear! By headland of swords will our names be remembered, Through Bragi's voice forever will we be here."[/i][/color] Eben continued to lightly strum the strings of his instrument with the same melody as before, blue eyes finally opening and settling upon his Half-Brother with a knowing nod. [color=teal]" Kin, where do we sail for today? Where next shall my song carry us?'[/color]~[/section] [sblock=Eben's Stats][B][URL=https://www.dropbox.com/s/vl1emsqa0dxiepc/Eben%20The%20Poet%20Character%20Sheet.pdf?dl=0]Character Sheet[/URL][/B] [B]HP[/B]: 30/30 [B]Condition[/B]: Normal [B]Initiative[/B]: +1 [B]Perception[/B]: +8 [sblock=Combat Stats][B][U]AC[/U][/B]: 17 [B]Flat[/B]: 16 [B]Touch[/B]: 11 [B]Fort[/B]: 5 [B]Reflex[/B]: 2 [B]Will[/B]: 5 [B]In Hand[/B]: Nothing [B]Masterwork Longsword[/B]: +7, 1d8+3, 19-20/x2 [B]Composite Longbow[/B]: +4 1d8+3, 20/x3, 110. ft. [B]Arrows[/B]: 40/40[/sblock] [sblock=Spells & Powers][B]Cantrips[/B]: Unlimited [I]Dancing Lights[/I] [I]Know Direction[/I] [I]Mage Hand[/I] [I]Message[/I] [I]Prestidigitation[/I] [I]Read Magic[/I] [B]Level 1[/B]: 4/Day [I]Horn of Pursuit[/I] [I]Moment of Greatness[/I] [I]Read Weather[/I] [I]Timely Inspiration[/I] [I]Windy Escape[/I] [b]Level 2[/b]: 2/Day [I]Invisibility[/I] [I]Mirror Image[/I] [B]Skald Abilities[/B]: [I]Raging Song[/I]: 18/18 Rounds Remaining [I]Powerful Blow[/I]: 1/1 Per Day [i]Born Free[/i]: 1/1 Per Day[/sblock] [sblock=Adventure Notes][B]Transactions[/B]: Total Coin: 28.03 GP [B]Game Info[/B]:[/sblock][/sblock] [/QUOTE]
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