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[ladyistcrap]

Night blankets the villages south of the wall. While the pacifistic Gagarians are huddling around what may be the last bowls they'll ever smoke, the Hildnr are preparing to march and ride out in force come the dawn. Thankfully, you're far enough north that the nights are a hell of a lot longer than normal. Looks like you have about fourteen hours to kill.

You'll probably want to make a stop at the armory to get equipped, at some point, but there's also a fair amount of feasting happening where a bard is telling tales of the Hildnr's victorious history. The Blood Queen is in attendance, accepting oaths and blessing the warriors.

Of course, if what you'd rather do is train, the training yards are open, and there's a small barracks hall that's been outfittedwith clean furs and a roaring fire so you can rest before unleashing your bloodlust. Thoughtful!

Just don't forget: you still gotta find the blood champion, save the helpless stoner fratboys, and make it over that fuckhuge wall before lunchtime tomorrow.

Comments

[fairyvagina]

[sneaks some food out of the feasting hall because everyone is loud, drunk, and horny and likes to throw shit. it's not a safe eating environment]

[pareidoll]

[with all the amazonians out and about, she's taken to the barracks with the doctor's screwdriver, her communicator, and owen's cellphone.]

[tinkering by the fire as one future girl does]

[frogbutt]

[picking up viking booty]

[he'll worry about semantics when he hits the pelt lined bed]

[ladyjohannaii]

[constantine is doing his best to blend in, as promised. it seems to involve a lot of drinking, which he is very ok with, and a lot of getting punched in the arm, which is a lot more ow.]

[he is also singing a very rude drinking song, very loudly and raspily. think tom waits covers flogging molly.]

[mercyless]

[ sneaking around the stables. ]

[ riding a griffin can't be that hard now can it. ]

[crotchbite]

[ she went ahead and grabbed one of 'em fur cape-coats things these vikingzons wear because she was freezing her tits off so now she's all warm and toasty by the training yards mmhmm ]

[inenochian]

[ MEANWHILE, IN THE FORESTS BEYOND THE GAGARIAN VILLAGE ]

[ it's nothing but snow out there, snow and skeleton trees and their roots.

and root cellars. turns out, the gagarians have an extensive network of underground root cellars in the rootwork of the forests. perfect place for evacuees to hide, since they're warm enough without fires and can't be seen from the air like a campsite. they're stocked with jams and jars of all kinds of preserved foods, which the stoners have tucked into with gusto. ]

[ examining what looks to be a jar of pickled pigs feet. ]

[fairyvagina]

[pulling coat on leaving the barracks]

[who do i get fran who]