In the Mead-Hall of Hrothgar
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taitzu52
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Almost on his tiptoes, Briet returns the clasp on Beowulf's shoulder, "I give it freely, fell Beowulf. I would follow you to the frozen pits of Hel itself, if only to fight by your side." Briet turns to the men gathered and gives a short, simple wave of acknowledgement for their cheers.
He wipes his sword clean, and puts it back in it's sheath.The blood now surging less through his veins, he realizes that his breath is heavy. He turns to a table, looking for a flagon of mead to quench his thirst as he hears the next words of Beowulf and the king. As he drinks, he gives a nod to Areld, having been hard to miss the giant's bellowing words of praise.
He wipes his sword clean, and puts it back in it's sheath.The blood now surging less through his veins, he realizes that his breath is heavy. He turns to a table, looking for a flagon of mead to quench his thirst as he hears the next words of Beowulf and the king. As he drinks, he gives a nod to Areld, having been hard to miss the giant's bellowing words of praise.
Bobitron
Explorer
"Briet, you may fight like a man, but you drink like a woman!" Areld calls out with mirth. "More mead, woman! And bring two for Briet, he has worked up a thirst. Let's see if we can drown that dry throat, eh Briet?"
Areld's jovial manner quickly works up those around him. Between the massive swigs from his own flagon, you can see he still has complete control of his mind. His eyes are still sharp and glancing about at those who will be his companions for the journey.
"Beowulf! My lord! Have all your warriors been chosen? I have not managed to keep count."
Areld's jovial manner quickly works up those around him. Between the massive swigs from his own flagon, you can see he still has complete control of his mind. His eyes are still sharp and glancing about at those who will be his companions for the journey.
"Beowulf! My lord! Have all your warriors been chosen? I have not managed to keep count."
Maerdwyn
First Post
"Speak to the men, then - maybe the Skald can come up with something auspicious," Beowulf replies. "I have been amassing supplies - we will load them, and we should be ready to leave after Acwulf's funeral in a few days."
The feast continues for next several hours: The boiled beef and mead that the king has provided are plentiful and good, and the songs and stories Oljar tells fill those present with the spirirt of heroic anticipation. There are more brawls that night, but none fatal, and none among the men of Beowulf's band. Smiles grow: The Sveon and defeated, the Göts are well-fed, and their women are safe. A monster who has troubled the world a dozen years will soon fall to their fellows. Truly, this is a good night for the Göts. And if Hygelac appears to be enjoying himself somewhat less than one might expect, then perhaps it is just because of the concern he has for his thegn and men.
ooc: I'll let this go for as long as you all have things you would like to do at the feast (conversations, etc.) - After that, I will move on toward the journey to Daneland.
The feast continues for next several hours: The boiled beef and mead that the king has provided are plentiful and good, and the songs and stories Oljar tells fill those present with the spirirt of heroic anticipation. There are more brawls that night, but none fatal, and none among the men of Beowulf's band. Smiles grow: The Sveon and defeated, the Göts are well-fed, and their women are safe. A monster who has troubled the world a dozen years will soon fall to their fellows. Truly, this is a good night for the Göts. And if Hygelac appears to be enjoying himself somewhat less than one might expect, then perhaps it is just because of the concern he has for his thegn and men.
ooc: I'll let this go for as long as you all have things you would like to do at the feast (conversations, etc.) - After that, I will move on toward the journey to Daneland.
taitzu52
First Post
"Aye, Olaf," says Briet, with a flagon of mead in one hand, and the giggling serving woman who had brought it in the other, "what'd be a good name for a ship, destined to carry so storied a host on her?" He listens for the Skald's answer, breaking his gaze briefly to pinch the bottom of the woman before she scurries off back to work. He smiles and chews his meat, hoping for a good story from the man.
Fenris
Adventurer
The young skald thinks a bits, walking around wit a flagon in hand. He pauses, and the roo goes silent to hear his choice. He clears his throat "I believe that Tyz would smile upon our voyage, embarked upon 'Hygelac's Gift of Valor'".
OOC: So I tried to please both Hygelac as well as Beowulf. Showing the generosity of Hygelac as well as emphasizing the fact the Beowulf is going and he is a brave and valorous man.
OOC: So I tried to please both Hygelac as well as Beowulf. Showing the generosity of Hygelac as well as emphasizing the fact the Beowulf is going and he is a brave and valorous man.
taitzu52
First Post
"The runes have it." says Briet, looking around the room for other signs of approval. He looks back at the Skald, asking, "A week 'til she sails, eh? Tell me, do we break shores under good auspices?" He downs more mead, and tiring of talk of state and rank, he hopes to change the talk to more spiritual matters. His standing with the gods is always on the fore of Briets mind on the eve of such important events.
Bobitron
Explorer
Areld nods heartily at Olaf's suggestion. "A fine name, and it fits a fine boat on an important quest." He reaches over and takes another flagon of mead, casting an appraising eye on Dana, a young girl he has been watching since the feast began. "Ho! Dana! Why not come and sit with a warrior?" The smiling lass is met with a sloppy kiss and affectionate hug.
ooc: I'm ready to move on whenever you guys are, but I'm not in a rush.
ooc: I'm ready to move on whenever you guys are, but I'm not in a rush.
