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The invitation (Page 2)
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As the Jarl and his companions arrived, the abominable steed halted and the rider dismounted - a move that suprised Mesikaemmen and his companions. The rider was formidable in size, clad in furs and what could be seen from the garment had also herculian features. The voice was commanding, yet subtle, almost alluring.
"I - Lempo - have returned and I have a quest for the Graeling tribes." It was not a question nor a threat, more like a force of nature.
"I'm the Jarl, Tapio Mesikaemmen." The Jarl was a bit out of breath and sounded weak after the full bodied words spoken by the stranger.
"Good. Will you take the challenge I've brought to you and lead the Graeling to the fields of blood and glory?"
"What? Whose war are you trying to get us to wage? We fight for ourselves and the glory of Graelings!" Jarl answered with an angry tone
"That I - Lempo, once a Graeling myself, now a Prodigy of the Chaos Gods - do know. This time you can make your mark, in this realm and the others, just for yourselves"
"Sounds good, maybe too good. What is the ugly part here? Gods always want something in return." Jarl sounded a bit cautiously interested.
"That is true. Rewards are given to those who do great deeds. This chance is given to Graeling tribes due to their ancestors' feats. Being unyelding and feroucious warriors they were noted by the Gods. Shall you lead your people in the wake of your ancestors and show your worth on the field of blood and glory?" Lempo's presence seemed calm and confident even when surrounded by fearsome warriors.
"What field are you talking about? How could I send my people to die on unknown territories in the name of mere glory?" Mesikaemmen started to be more like the leader of his people than a man forced out of the comfort of his own bed in the night.
"There'll be a league of Blood Bowl arranged in the glory of all the Chaos Gods among all that worship them in this world. Only two handfuls of tribes are given the chance to participate - Graelings being one. Just being chosen to play is an honour not to be overlooked. And the prices are grand. Winners shall be given rewards worthy of chaoslords and all participants are able to receive blessigns and favors of their Deities - way easier than one normally would by ravaging the Old World tribes. So Jarl, will you gather the most suitable of your kin and start preparing for the mortal test on the pitch?" The Prodigy of the Chaos Gods starts to sound passionate describing the great possibilities the Jarl has been to offered.
"Seems like we can but take the offering. What else does this require from us? And what is this Blood Bowl we're supposed to play? I've only had it for supper in the after hunt feasts." Jarl agrees knowing he'd better do so or risk the bad eye of both his Gods and Kin - who both are eager to earn prestige.
"Will you do so by the Sacred Oath?" Lempo asks with an almost pious voice.
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As the Jarl and his companions arrived, the abominable steed halted and the rider dismounted - a move that suprised Mesikaemmen and his companions. The rider was formidable in size, clad in furs and what could be seen from the garment had also herculian features. The voice was commanding, yet subtle, almost alluring.
"I - Lempo - have returned and I have a quest for the Graeling tribes." It was not a question nor a threat, more like a force of nature.
"I'm the Jarl, Tapio Mesikaemmen." The Jarl was a bit out of breath and sounded weak after the full bodied words spoken by the stranger.
"Good. Will you take the challenge I've brought to you and lead the Graeling to the fields of blood and glory?"
"What? Whose war are you trying to get us to wage? We fight for ourselves and the glory of Graelings!" Jarl answered with an angry tone
"That I - Lempo, once a Graeling myself, now a Prodigy of the Chaos Gods - do know. This time you can make your mark, in this realm and the others, just for yourselves"
"Sounds good, maybe too good. What is the ugly part here? Gods always want something in return." Jarl sounded a bit cautiously interested.
"That is true. Rewards are given to those who do great deeds. This chance is given to Graeling tribes due to their ancestors' feats. Being unyelding and feroucious warriors they were noted by the Gods. Shall you lead your people in the wake of your ancestors and show your worth on the field of blood and glory?" Lempo's presence seemed calm and confident even when surrounded by fearsome warriors.
"What field are you talking about? How could I send my people to die on unknown territories in the name of mere glory?" Mesikaemmen started to be more like the leader of his people than a man forced out of the comfort of his own bed in the night.
"There'll be a league of Blood Bowl arranged in the glory of all the Chaos Gods among all that worship them in this world. Only two handfuls of tribes are given the chance to participate - Graelings being one. Just being chosen to play is an honour not to be overlooked. And the prices are grand. Winners shall be given rewards worthy of chaoslords and all participants are able to receive blessigns and favors of their Deities - way easier than one normally would by ravaging the Old World tribes. So Jarl, will you gather the most suitable of your kin and start preparing for the mortal test on the pitch?" The Prodigy of the Chaos Gods starts to sound passionate describing the great possibilities the Jarl has been to offered.
"Seems like we can but take the offering. What else does this require from us? And what is this Blood Bowl we're supposed to play? I've only had it for supper in the after hunt feasts." Jarl agrees knowing he'd better do so or risk the bad eye of both his Gods and Kin - who both are eager to earn prestige.
"Will you do so by the Sacred Oath?" Lempo asks with an almost pious voice.
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