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The invitation (Page 3)
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Jarl Mesikaemmen throws the bearfur from his shoulders and reaches for a knife on his belt before he starts to site and old and well known phrase.
"I, Tapio Mesikaemmen the Jarl of Finnsvik and leader of my Kin - the Graeling of Norse, willingly give my blood and body in the hands of the Gods till my deeds be done or Death take me to feast in his halls and fight the ultimate battle in the end of the time and space." While he speaks, he carves his hand and blood spills from the wound.
Droplets stain the snow bright red in the pale moonlight.
"The Gods accept this Oath" Lempo seems to smile.
"Now we have to start preparing for the games. I'll make space for the arena. Villagers can start building the stadium and Jarl, your mission is to start gathering the most suitable to play the game and form a team. We can't win unless we train hard till the weaker pass out and then we train some more." Lempo's speech gets a more bossy tone.
"We still don't know the game. And how many we need. And where are you going to place the arena. And you can't just start giving orders like that!" Jarl starts to show some signs of anger.
"I'm a mere messenger of the Gods and a node through which their power can flow in this world. You have made the Oath so we have no reason to spend time and effort on fighting over egoistic nonsense. I've no interest in running this backwater town or its people so no fear my new friend. I've given you simple tasks. Once those are done I'll aid you to best of my abilities to train the players and guide the team to be the BEST. THAT is the reason I'am here and what my Deity will expect from me - no less." The Prodigy of the Chaos Gods seems to grow larger as the words roll over the audience like steaming Deathroller. Fear starts to creep into the hearts of the people around, but then the feeling quickly vanishes as Lempo returns to use the warmer and more gentle tone.
"The game is bit like the game Snow Clash that the Graeling offspring have played for as long as the Talesingers have sung in these parts of Norse. So pick the strongest, fastest, ugliest and hardiest warriors you can find. Blessed ones and skin-beasts alike are welcome to the Blood Bowl pitch, Gods aren't picky when someone offers them entertainment. I think the arena will be under that ridge over there, just need to incinerate the cottages and longhouses out of the way. Maybe we can use the charred wood to build the benches and stands for the spectators." Lempo stops to think.
"What! We can't just torch the peoples houses, we can't just drive them out and expect them to survice without shelters." Jarl starts to shout.
"I can let Kaamos burn the area and them along with their houses while they sleep. Then you don't have to worry about their accommodation and we get a good start for the arena blessings with the sacrifIces. If you don't want that to happen, I suggest you send someone to evacuate them quickly, since I'm heading there now." Lempo stated calmly. "I'll come to greet you after I'm done preparing the arena foundations. May the Gods aid you in your quests my new friends. Good night." Lempo ordered the dreadful wyrm to follow and started to stroll towards the ridge.
"Quickly, go and alarm the townsfolk in Sunny Side Ridge before that Fiend burns the whole place down!" Jarl ordered his guards.
"And you girly, go wake the fireguards and tell them to go keep the fire from spreading! I have to get back to Great Hall and do some preparations and maybe counsel some of the priests about this Prodigy" Mesikaemmen spit and picked up his bearfur and headed off murmuring to himself.
End of The Invitation short story
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Jarl Mesikaemmen throws the bearfur from his shoulders and reaches for a knife on his belt before he starts to site and old and well known phrase.
"I, Tapio Mesikaemmen the Jarl of Finnsvik and leader of my Kin - the Graeling of Norse, willingly give my blood and body in the hands of the Gods till my deeds be done or Death take me to feast in his halls and fight the ultimate battle in the end of the time and space." While he speaks, he carves his hand and blood spills from the wound.
Droplets stain the snow bright red in the pale moonlight.
"The Gods accept this Oath" Lempo seems to smile.
"Now we have to start preparing for the games. I'll make space for the arena. Villagers can start building the stadium and Jarl, your mission is to start gathering the most suitable to play the game and form a team. We can't win unless we train hard till the weaker pass out and then we train some more." Lempo's speech gets a more bossy tone.
"We still don't know the game. And how many we need. And where are you going to place the arena. And you can't just start giving orders like that!" Jarl starts to show some signs of anger.
"I'm a mere messenger of the Gods and a node through which their power can flow in this world. You have made the Oath so we have no reason to spend time and effort on fighting over egoistic nonsense. I've no interest in running this backwater town or its people so no fear my new friend. I've given you simple tasks. Once those are done I'll aid you to best of my abilities to train the players and guide the team to be the BEST. THAT is the reason I'am here and what my Deity will expect from me - no less." The Prodigy of the Chaos Gods seems to grow larger as the words roll over the audience like steaming Deathroller. Fear starts to creep into the hearts of the people around, but then the feeling quickly vanishes as Lempo returns to use the warmer and more gentle tone.
"The game is bit like the game Snow Clash that the Graeling offspring have played for as long as the Talesingers have sung in these parts of Norse. So pick the strongest, fastest, ugliest and hardiest warriors you can find. Blessed ones and skin-beasts alike are welcome to the Blood Bowl pitch, Gods aren't picky when someone offers them entertainment. I think the arena will be under that ridge over there, just need to incinerate the cottages and longhouses out of the way. Maybe we can use the charred wood to build the benches and stands for the spectators." Lempo stops to think.
"What! We can't just torch the peoples houses, we can't just drive them out and expect them to survice without shelters." Jarl starts to shout.
"I can let Kaamos burn the area and them along with their houses while they sleep. Then you don't have to worry about their accommodation and we get a good start for the arena blessings with the sacrifIces. If you don't want that to happen, I suggest you send someone to evacuate them quickly, since I'm heading there now." Lempo stated calmly. "I'll come to greet you after I'm done preparing the arena foundations. May the Gods aid you in your quests my new friends. Good night." Lempo ordered the dreadful wyrm to follow and started to stroll towards the ridge.
"Quickly, go and alarm the townsfolk in Sunny Side Ridge before that Fiend burns the whole place down!" Jarl ordered his guards.
"And you girly, go wake the fireguards and tell them to go keep the fire from spreading! I have to get back to Great Hall and do some preparations and maybe counsel some of the priests about this Prodigy" Mesikaemmen spit and picked up his bearfur and headed off murmuring to himself.
End of The Invitation short story
Back to Firestarters team page