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[Open] Warriors don't show their heart...
Who: Floki and YOU!
What: Home Sweet Home event.
Where: Various locations from Floki's homeland. The Temple at Uppsala, Wessex and Asgard.
When: 20th June and throughout the week.
Warnings: Religious themes, ritural sacrifice, drug abuse, violence, gore, sex, massive CW for Blood Eagle! Ragnar explaining what it is no graphic images in video! Just vocal description.
★ Temple at Uppsala (Blót)
[ 1st day of the festival. ]
The smell of damp earth and forest would fill your nostrils. The air so clear that deep heaving breaths of it would give you a slight headrush, at least for a moment or two. Scents were not the only thing heavy in the air, the sound of music, tantric drumming and throat singing about Gods washed in like waves as the wind drifted the sound about.
You stood at the entrance of a huge Viking Temple. People, men woman and children, the young and old as well as a vast amount of animals, all made their way up the wooden and mud staircases. Once inside, you could see all the ornate statues, one for each Viking God. A Hofgothi - kind of a Pagan equivalent of a priest, would bless everyone entering by splashing them with blood from an animal sacrifice.
Floki could be seen, walking over the stepping stones that poked out from a small ring of water surrounding a huge, wooden carved statue of Odin, the Allfather. He whispered something to it, his hands pressed flushed against it before slinking off through a back door at the other end of the temple. Should you follow him, you would find him now happily nestled in a group of friends, all drinking mead from drinking horns and passing around a flat slate stone with dozens of dried out mushrooms, each of varying strength and potency. Should you partake, it is likely you will hallucinate, feel an overwhelming sense of joy and be more relaxed than you might ever have been!
[ Day 2 of the festival. ]
later in the festivities, it seemed as though aminals were being herded and gathered into pens, there were 9 pens to be exact and 9 different kinds of animal too... This disturbingly included 9 male humans. Wearing white, they stood out from the other people celebrating. Though they were not secluded in their pens just yet, it was clear they were meant to be there -perhaps them being human gave them more right to freely roam around before the rituals? Each of the human sacrifices was treating extra specially. Maidens took them to pools of warmed and perfumed water, where they were bathed and cleaned before engaging in sexual activities, including both men and woman, almost an orgy. Floki was not shy about enjoying himself, he too was seen joining in such activities.
[ Day 3 of the festivities. ]
Today was the day! Everyone had gathered to the huge slate stone alter before the entrance of the temple. The animals were brought out one by one, by different people from different settlements. Holding the chosen animal against the alter, the Hofgothi would say a blessing to the Gods before slowly slitting the throat and bleeding the creature dry. Letting the blood pool and gather before running though carved grooves in the stone that allowed it to be collected in a large wooden bowl. Once all the blood was collected, a collection of twigs was dipped into it, using them like the bristles of a brush, they were splattered onto the surrounding audience. Once this was done, the bowl was passed around for everyone to mark their faces or drink the blood from it.
When it was finally time for the 9 human male sacrifices, there were no exceptions. Then men lay down willingly on the altar, smiled up at the Hofgothi as their throats too were slit, slowly, peaceful and without sound, they died there, letting the blood be treated in the exact same way. Floki seemed overly excited about this, he walked close to the altar as one particular male was offered as a sacrifice. Fantasising that a Christian Monk was being killed, Floki waited until it was time and instead took the lead. His eyes were wild and dark, tracing the blade against the males neck and shivering in delight as the blood, hot and wet, splashed out over his face once it opened like a zipper, spilling its contents out. Floki was greedy, he knelt at the altar and let the blood flow over him, cascading down until his face was slick with the thick red substance. Drinking deep as the crowd cheered and clapped.
[ ooc: Feel free to engage in any or all parts of the festivities! I'm down to plot too if you wanted to do anything specific with this as well. ]
★ Raids:
The splash of saltwater stung the freshly sunburnt skin. Life out on the high seas was harsh, especially to your body. The men and woman of the Longboat didn't mind the discomfort, however, they were too excited as their ship came into dock. Feeling the wet sand below the boat push and slow the vessel down until it was fully landed.
Pulling their shields from their decorative places along the outside of the ship as they hopped off the deck and onto the shore of Northeast Wessex. Floki was one of the first to venture up and over the near hillside, spotting a small village not too far away. They were in luck, as the village appeared to have a Church at its centre, they often kept the best loot there. Gold, jewels and silver just laying around for the taking. Before a battle, the Vikings would often invoke their warrior gods to give them the strength and power to defeat their enemies, so Floki raised his axe above his head and started to shout, in a voice like a drum beat. "Odin owns you all!" And then again on his way into the straw-littered streets. "Tyr!"
[ ooc: Again, I'm happy with you being anyone within this starter. You can be on the boats from the start, one of the raiding party or a villager being attacked. I'm down to plot too if you have an idea for this. ]
★ Blood Eagle & Gods:
Floki stood on the top of a hill. The sun was setting just behind him, beautiful golds and reds painted the sky as clouds scattered across the skyline. Rainbows shimmered against waterfalls where huge antelope and jackrabbits gathered to graze and drink. Everything seems bigger, greater, and more vibrant here. That was because, Floki was dreaming about Asgard, or well how he believed it to look. It was truly beautiful, such a peaceful sight to behold- That is until you notice a man kneeling before Floki at his feet.
The name was topless and moved to prop himself up by the chin upon a log or stump of wood. Floki was wearing a long woven robe, his hood dropped down at his shoulder, open and wide. He held in his hand a small blade, there was an axe on the floor beside him too, but that would be used later. The Blood Eagle was a horrific punishment, often most people fell silent from shock just watching one being performed. Would you stay and watch? Or would you stomach get the better of you?
Floki started by carefully and delicately slicing down the middle of the man's spine, and cutting outwards and around until he was able to peel the flesh away from the bone and open it out like a book. "The axe, if you would." Holding out his slick, bloodied hand as he asked you to pass him his next weapon. The smell of iron and copper from the blood tingle as it was inhaled, such a strong and specific smell. The wound was already devastating yet the man sat there, heaving heavily but never once did he make a sound. Next Floki would need to break the bones of the ribs, they had to be removed in some places and so this part required the axe, it was a cleaner cut than you would imagine and the small bones would slip out with ease once chopped in two.
[ ooc: Feel free to be helping him, horrified by him or be the one having it done to them? if you're crazy! ]
What: Home Sweet Home event.
Where: Various locations from Floki's homeland. The Temple at Uppsala, Wessex and Asgard.
When: 20th June and throughout the week.
Warnings: Religious themes, ritural sacrifice, drug abuse, violence, gore, sex, massive CW for Blood Eagle! Ragnar explaining what it is no graphic images in video! Just vocal description.
★ Temple at Uppsala (Blót)
[ 1st day of the festival. ]
The smell of damp earth and forest would fill your nostrils. The air so clear that deep heaving breaths of it would give you a slight headrush, at least for a moment or two. Scents were not the only thing heavy in the air, the sound of music, tantric drumming and throat singing about Gods washed in like waves as the wind drifted the sound about.
You stood at the entrance of a huge Viking Temple. People, men woman and children, the young and old as well as a vast amount of animals, all made their way up the wooden and mud staircases. Once inside, you could see all the ornate statues, one for each Viking God. A Hofgothi - kind of a Pagan equivalent of a priest, would bless everyone entering by splashing them with blood from an animal sacrifice.
Floki could be seen, walking over the stepping stones that poked out from a small ring of water surrounding a huge, wooden carved statue of Odin, the Allfather. He whispered something to it, his hands pressed flushed against it before slinking off through a back door at the other end of the temple. Should you follow him, you would find him now happily nestled in a group of friends, all drinking mead from drinking horns and passing around a flat slate stone with dozens of dried out mushrooms, each of varying strength and potency. Should you partake, it is likely you will hallucinate, feel an overwhelming sense of joy and be more relaxed than you might ever have been!
[ Day 2 of the festival. ]
later in the festivities, it seemed as though aminals were being herded and gathered into pens, there were 9 pens to be exact and 9 different kinds of animal too... This disturbingly included 9 male humans. Wearing white, they stood out from the other people celebrating. Though they were not secluded in their pens just yet, it was clear they were meant to be there -perhaps them being human gave them more right to freely roam around before the rituals? Each of the human sacrifices was treating extra specially. Maidens took them to pools of warmed and perfumed water, where they were bathed and cleaned before engaging in sexual activities, including both men and woman, almost an orgy. Floki was not shy about enjoying himself, he too was seen joining in such activities.
[ Day 3 of the festivities. ]
Today was the day! Everyone had gathered to the huge slate stone alter before the entrance of the temple. The animals were brought out one by one, by different people from different settlements. Holding the chosen animal against the alter, the Hofgothi would say a blessing to the Gods before slowly slitting the throat and bleeding the creature dry. Letting the blood pool and gather before running though carved grooves in the stone that allowed it to be collected in a large wooden bowl. Once all the blood was collected, a collection of twigs was dipped into it, using them like the bristles of a brush, they were splattered onto the surrounding audience. Once this was done, the bowl was passed around for everyone to mark their faces or drink the blood from it.
When it was finally time for the 9 human male sacrifices, there were no exceptions. Then men lay down willingly on the altar, smiled up at the Hofgothi as their throats too were slit, slowly, peaceful and without sound, they died there, letting the blood be treated in the exact same way. Floki seemed overly excited about this, he walked close to the altar as one particular male was offered as a sacrifice. Fantasising that a Christian Monk was being killed, Floki waited until it was time and instead took the lead. His eyes were wild and dark, tracing the blade against the males neck and shivering in delight as the blood, hot and wet, splashed out over his face once it opened like a zipper, spilling its contents out. Floki was greedy, he knelt at the altar and let the blood flow over him, cascading down until his face was slick with the thick red substance. Drinking deep as the crowd cheered and clapped.
[ ooc: Feel free to engage in any or all parts of the festivities! I'm down to plot too if you wanted to do anything specific with this as well. ]
★ Raids:
The splash of saltwater stung the freshly sunburnt skin. Life out on the high seas was harsh, especially to your body. The men and woman of the Longboat didn't mind the discomfort, however, they were too excited as their ship came into dock. Feeling the wet sand below the boat push and slow the vessel down until it was fully landed.
Pulling their shields from their decorative places along the outside of the ship as they hopped off the deck and onto the shore of Northeast Wessex. Floki was one of the first to venture up and over the near hillside, spotting a small village not too far away. They were in luck, as the village appeared to have a Church at its centre, they often kept the best loot there. Gold, jewels and silver just laying around for the taking. Before a battle, the Vikings would often invoke their warrior gods to give them the strength and power to defeat their enemies, so Floki raised his axe above his head and started to shout, in a voice like a drum beat. "Odin owns you all!" And then again on his way into the straw-littered streets. "Tyr!"
[ ooc: Again, I'm happy with you being anyone within this starter. You can be on the boats from the start, one of the raiding party or a villager being attacked. I'm down to plot too if you have an idea for this. ]
★ Blood Eagle & Gods:
Floki stood on the top of a hill. The sun was setting just behind him, beautiful golds and reds painted the sky as clouds scattered across the skyline. Rainbows shimmered against waterfalls where huge antelope and jackrabbits gathered to graze and drink. Everything seems bigger, greater, and more vibrant here. That was because, Floki was dreaming about Asgard, or well how he believed it to look. It was truly beautiful, such a peaceful sight to behold- That is until you notice a man kneeling before Floki at his feet.
The name was topless and moved to prop himself up by the chin upon a log or stump of wood. Floki was wearing a long woven robe, his hood dropped down at his shoulder, open and wide. He held in his hand a small blade, there was an axe on the floor beside him too, but that would be used later. The Blood Eagle was a horrific punishment, often most people fell silent from shock just watching one being performed. Would you stay and watch? Or would you stomach get the better of you?
Floki started by carefully and delicately slicing down the middle of the man's spine, and cutting outwards and around until he was able to peel the flesh away from the bone and open it out like a book. "The axe, if you would." Holding out his slick, bloodied hand as he asked you to pass him his next weapon. The smell of iron and copper from the blood tingle as it was inhaled, such a strong and specific smell. The wound was already devastating yet the man sat there, heaving heavily but never once did he make a sound. Next Floki would need to break the bones of the ribs, they had to be removed in some places and so this part required the axe, it was a cleaner cut than you would imagine and the small bones would slip out with ease once chopped in two.
[ ooc: Feel free to be helping him, horrified by him or be the one having it done to them?
Raids
Admittedly, it will also be Floki's dream version of them, she realizes that, but Caedra is pleased to find herself suddenly on a longboat like the one she has seen, on a brisk sea, with the sound of oars and chanting filling her ears. Ahead lies a village, in which people seem to be scattering in fear, or alternatively taking up arms to try and drive the raiding party off.
Caedra stands tall in the ship and grins over at Floki, just to her left.
"Let's tear them apart."
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The Vikings pulled their shields from the outer rim of the ship, where they had all been gathered looking like nothing more than decoration to the untrained eye. Floki waited until the men behind him had jumped aside and into the shore before he turned to face Caedra, a wildfire alive in his eyes. "For Odin! For Tyr! For Loki!" Raising his axe with one hand and his adze in the other before he joined his kin.
Through the commotion it took the raiding party to arrive in the village, it was possible Caedra might have been separated from Floki, if that was so, she could easily see him at the door of a huge building. Floki had his eye on the prize, a very special prize he'd come for and it was locked away behind the huge wooden doors of the Church.
"Break it! Burn it! Pull it down!" He called as huge lumbering men with flowing long locks of deep brown hair, dressed in leather and blood, smashed and broke at the door bit by bit. Floki's eye were wide, his breathing erratic, this was it! It was like opening Pandora's box! The goodies that awaited him inside as his brothers were content to murder, rape and pillage the rest of the village.
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Her attention is drawn by Floki and his shouting, and she eyes the church, with all of its beautiful wood and stone construction. A lovely old building, surely the pride of the village.
So naturally, as the vikings chop away at the door, she levels her hand at a window and fires a black bolt. The moment it contacts the glass, it erupts into an enormous ball of flame that ripples the wall with its force. Glass and stone crumble and melt, sending a molten spray into the interior of the building.
She doesn't even really care about why Floki might want inside. She just wants the church to burn.
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The door they were trying to break down was now opened from within. The priests, woman, men and children that had taken refuge inside its huge walls, were now trying to flee as the demonic fire spread around them. Of course, they were met with short swords, axes and even the sharpened edge of a shield or two. Floki smiled back at her in thanks and adoration before he let his own axe slice into the chest of an escapee. As he pulled it back, feeling some resistance from bone and flesh, Floki ripped open a huge cavity, all black and red with the thick, slick blood they slipped away leaving a still, only just, beating heart in its wake. The blood sprayed his face and Floki cried in their face, anger and rage clear in his eyes, his hatred for these people strikingly clear.
The body fell to the floor and Floki simply stepped over it as if it was nothing more than an object in his way. The other, content to fight and torment the Christians ignored Floki on his mission. Straight towards the alter in the back of the Church, raised up on steps of marble unburnt b the flames. Floki picked up a huge cross, the sign of their religions. It's jewelled design twinkled much like his eyes. Turning it around and giving it a bite to test its strength. He chuckled then, holding it up high above his head and crying out again, his other hand picked up the bottle of wine, blessed for sacred ceremonies and Floki relished in taking a huge swig before spitting it into the flames, watching it catch fire as it sprayed out around him.
This truly was a glorious day indeed!
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As the orange glow of the fire reflects in her eyes and on her glossy black hair, Caedra watches Floki, and laughs at the display, with a brief round of applause.
"Impressive! You and your people are masters of your craft." Whether that be seafaring or murder, and probably plenty of other things. But it's this - destruction, violence, and screaming chaos - that makes her eyes light up as brilliantly as the flames that surround them.
Mind another raid tag?
And of course, she was just eager to get off this damn boat. Try as they might, there was only so much water that could be spared in keeping clean.
Once the boat hit the shore,she quickly rushed over to grab her shield, before jumping off the boat, landing ankle deep in water. Not far off she could hear the Ship-wright calling for Odin while they made their way to the small town.
There were no guards up on top of the gates, but that didn't stop her from carrying her shield infront of her, ready to take place in the shield wall or defend against arrows. Maybe it would be like before, with them hiding in the house of their god, but she was more cautious then that.
Be my guest!
leaping from the boat as it crashed into the shore, running alongside the strong and pretty looking woman that has been sat not too far from him during the journey. He didn't know Sonya by name but knew her to look at her and she was am exceptional Shieldmaiden!
Ducking and diving, wiggling and weaving through the crowds that attempted to fight back, Floki didn't want to waste time on these people, he had his sights firmly set on the Church a few hundred yards away. Floki knew the best treasure was kept in there, unlocked and in the open, ripe for the taking like an apple dangling low from the tree. And besides, he wanted to offend and horrify more Christians, it was such a rush to watch them squirm and squeal as he spat out their foul-tasting wine.
Re: Be my guest!
Through the corner of her eye, she saw Floki make his way to the christian temple. Gripping her shield, it seemed the valkries had possessed her as she rushed forward, throwing herself to slide under the soldiers, knocking them to the ground with either sword or shield. The blows in of themselves wouldn't be fatal, but she didn't need to look up to know each one was dispatched by one of her fellow warriors.
Once she was behind all of them, she jumped onto her feet and ran towards the building, following Floki inside. In all the raids she's ever fought in, this would be her first time in one of the christian temples, and to step inside one seemed almost like a sort of defiance to their god.
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Kicking the door in with a huge booted foot, Floki set his hand on his fellow Viking and pushed past him once he's parted the huge wooden doors. The men, woman and children that all cowered inside seemed horrified when they saw Floki. He leant down, jerking his neck towards them with his eyes wide, seeing how terrified they were of him was so amusing, he'd not even done anything to them yet.
The rest of the raiding party started pulling and pushing the people huddled in the benches, some were taken off to be slaves, others beaten or killed for trying to fight back or protect one another, yet Floki had his sights on a man dressed in a long white dress, with a strange little hat and huge golden cross in his hand. Pointing at the holy man as he neared him, his lumbering high almost double the size of the priest.