Kaprosuchus96
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Light danced within the walls of the *Grand Hall, casting faint flickering light, just bright enough to see the grim expressions of the Vikings who currently waited within the building. Soot and burns covered the vast majority of the occupants as many had fled to the *Tranquil Grounds immediately after the devastation of their tribes homeland. Every single tribe that currently sat in the Grand Hall had suffered a similar fate; a large army of darkly armored warriors forced their way onto their islands. This mysterious dark army went about to destroying buildings and killing families, trampling whatever lay in their way and taking what they could; everything from food, money, dragons, even people as they made their way through the villages, ravaging what they could. Then the sky would be alight as fire and stone filled the air, demolishing whatever remained of the village as the hellfire rained down upon them, leaving the remaining tribesmen with little food, no home and a large portion of their friends and family gone; either dead or taken.
The remaining Vikings made their way to the Tranquil Grounds, an area of safe haven upon the largest island within the *Whispering Isles. For one week out of the year, the Tranquil Grounds became home to a large amount of Vikings as they waited for an audience with the *Council of Ten. The island would usually be merry with song and drink as old friends [and new] met up and regaled each other of their various adventures and hilarious tales, leaving very little room for squabbles and hostility. This time though, as five of the ten tribes met together, they looked upon each other with solemn expressions and wove their sad tales to their comrades and left the majority of the discussion to deciding what to do about these terrible events, leaving the verdict up to the current or new chieftain's of the tribes that met there. Their decision? To send a group of capable dragon riders to warn or aid the remaining five tribes, if they still stood. All the remaining riders that were left from the currently affected tribes would stay and protect the Tranquil Grounds and the Vikings that were staying there. With a decision reached the people within the Grand Hall dispersed, with only able-bodied dragon riders staying behind to await further instruction.
"Alright," An older Viking called out calmly from where he stood, in front of the large throne-like chair that was emblazoned with his tribes' insignia, that of the *Ice Pillager Tribe, as he looked down at the dragon-riders before him. *Bolverk the Blunt as he was called, along with the rest of the Ice Pillager Tribe, was from the northern end of the archipelago. He was one of the few chieftains among the five that had met that had been chief for longer than a month, which made it easier for him to speak to the room than some of the other chieftains. "You lot are the ones who can still fight. Now whether you leave to help the other tribes or you stay here to protect what we have left is the question. Are there any volunteers for this mission?" Bolverk the Blunt inquired, his arms crossed over his torso as his gaze traveled to each Viking in the room.
Among them stood a young woman with long fiery red hair, Calder Alvarsson, newly appointed Chief of the Ruby Wolf Tribe after her parents had been slain during the attack on her homeland. She stood only a few chairs over from Bolverk among the other three chieftains as they faced the group of dragon-riders before them. Calder, with her goal in mind, raised one arm, letting her gaze drift over the Vikings before her before it landed on Bolverk. "Chief," the young woman said, "I would like to join this group. I don't want what happened to me and my brothers happening to anyone else." The red-head stepped forward, down from the slightly higher platform that the thrones sat on, and made her way to the edge of the group where she turned and faced the others, waiting for someone else to speak up and join her.
Bolverk nodded, not surprised in the least given he'd known the young woman's parents. "Aye, lass. Will anyone else be joining her?" Bolverk's voice boomed a bit louder this time as his gaze once more traveled the soot-covered faces of the Vikings before him.
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The remaining Vikings made their way to the Tranquil Grounds, an area of safe haven upon the largest island within the *Whispering Isles. For one week out of the year, the Tranquil Grounds became home to a large amount of Vikings as they waited for an audience with the *Council of Ten. The island would usually be merry with song and drink as old friends [and new] met up and regaled each other of their various adventures and hilarious tales, leaving very little room for squabbles and hostility. This time though, as five of the ten tribes met together, they looked upon each other with solemn expressions and wove their sad tales to their comrades and left the majority of the discussion to deciding what to do about these terrible events, leaving the verdict up to the current or new chieftain's of the tribes that met there. Their decision? To send a group of capable dragon riders to warn or aid the remaining five tribes, if they still stood. All the remaining riders that were left from the currently affected tribes would stay and protect the Tranquil Grounds and the Vikings that were staying there. With a decision reached the people within the Grand Hall dispersed, with only able-bodied dragon riders staying behind to await further instruction.
"Alright," An older Viking called out calmly from where he stood, in front of the large throne-like chair that was emblazoned with his tribes' insignia, that of the *Ice Pillager Tribe, as he looked down at the dragon-riders before him. *Bolverk the Blunt as he was called, along with the rest of the Ice Pillager Tribe, was from the northern end of the archipelago. He was one of the few chieftains among the five that had met that had been chief for longer than a month, which made it easier for him to speak to the room than some of the other chieftains. "You lot are the ones who can still fight. Now whether you leave to help the other tribes or you stay here to protect what we have left is the question. Are there any volunteers for this mission?" Bolverk the Blunt inquired, his arms crossed over his torso as his gaze traveled to each Viking in the room.
Among them stood a young woman with long fiery red hair, Calder Alvarsson, newly appointed Chief of the Ruby Wolf Tribe after her parents had been slain during the attack on her homeland. She stood only a few chairs over from Bolverk among the other three chieftains as they faced the group of dragon-riders before them. Calder, with her goal in mind, raised one arm, letting her gaze drift over the Vikings before her before it landed on Bolverk. "Chief," the young woman said, "I would like to join this group. I don't want what happened to me and my brothers happening to anyone else." The red-head stepped forward, down from the slightly higher platform that the thrones sat on, and made her way to the edge of the group where she turned and faced the others, waiting for someone else to speak up and join her.
Bolverk nodded, not surprised in the least given he'd known the young woman's parents. "Aye, lass. Will anyone else be joining her?" Bolverk's voice boomed a bit louder this time as his gaze once more traveled the soot-covered faces of the Vikings before him.
SilverFlight KSMI Seabourne PolikShadowbliss
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