Black Hearts, Bloody Roses
Enter a strange Earth, where creatures of mythology and folklore blend in with the populace, all trying to live in harmony, despite the conflicts between them. Chose from a race that has only been seen in legend, and prepare for anything, in this cold, cruel world, where love and happiness bloom in unlikely places. Live, with Black Hearts and Bloody Roses...
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Plundering and pillaging, bloody battles with furious foes, in this wasteland of glory and misery, anyone can make their name by the simple swing of a hammer. The Nordic years, where tribes and clans battle for honour and land and bragging rights. Where the ale somehow mysteriously runs free and is in plentiful supply, and where tempers are very quick to anger. This truly is a dangerous place, and absolutley no-one is to be underestimated, and always watch your back, because a drunken champion doesn't know freind from foe, only a bloodlust desire to decimate every other living thing he deems a threat. However, there are also some deeply held secrets, some that could change the face of all known life in the world, but who is brave, and sober, enough to brave the challenges that the mighty Gods themselves have set?

Chose your species. Chose your beliefs. Chose your path. Watch your back. Become an Unholy Knight Of The North, and live... with Black Hearts and Bloody Roses.

6/19/2010 . Edited 10/12/2013 #1
Iron's Grasp

Ironhawk swung his battleaxe, cleaving a head from its shoulders.

"Ha! Come on! We've got raiding to do!" he shouted to the rest of the crew of his longboat.

7/4/2010 #2
Fear Die Rothaarige

Torunn was on shore with her crew. They had encountered a fairly bad storm while at sea and had docked in a cove to repair damages to the longboat, WolfsWind.

(Idk if they named their ships, but in a book I read they did.)

7/4/2010 #3
Iron's Grasp

Ironhawk spotted the beached craft.

He pointed it out to his men, and they began their charge.

Ironhawk began to feel the berserker rage well up in him, and his vision began to cloud red.

7/4/2010 #4
Fear Die Rothaarige

Torunn growled. "Get ready for attack you bloody fools!" She shouted and pulled out her short sword.

7/4/2010 #5
Iron's Grasp

Ironhawk was near the front, his battleaxe in hand, the bloodlust clear on his face.

He had a force of about fifty men behind him, most of them equipped with spears and round shields and wearing some kind of reinforced fur, but some were outfitted with better weapons or armor.

7/4/2010 #6
Fear Die Rothaarige

Torunn had a force of about 40 men, though most had better armor and weapons due to the fact that she has royal background. Her men charged towards Ironhawk's. She ran with them, looking for the leader.

7/4/2010 #7
Iron's Grasp

Ironhawk let out a feral roar as he swung his axe at the nearest enemy, taking out his legs with the haft of his axe before delivering a brutal killing blow.

His crew charged alongside their leader, their front ranks meeting Torunn's.

7/4/2010 #8
Fear Die Rothaarige

Tor battled her way, helping her men if they needed. She took out three men before her broke the frontlines. She spotted Ironhawk and grinned. She was going to enjoy killing him.

7/4/2010 #9
Iron's Grasp

Ironhawk soon found himself facing two of Tor's men. He roared again, swinging his axe in an upward slash, disabling one and beheading the other.

7/4/2010 #10
Fear Die Rothaarige

Tor was now infront of him. She swung her sword at him, aiming to take his head off.

7/4/2010 #11
Iron's Grasp

Ironhawk ducked under the sword, bringing his axe up to remove Tor's hands.

7/4/2010 #12
Fear Die Rothaarige

Tor lept back and meet his axe with her sword.

7/4/2010 #13
Iron's Grasp

Ironhawk gave in a little bit more to his rage, roaring at Tor before swinging his axe in a wild arc at her legs.

7/4/2010 #14
Fear Die Rothaarige

Tor lept off the ground, blocking the blade with her sword handle and hit him in the nose with her closed fist.

7/4/2010 #15
Iron's Grasp

Ironhawk recoiled for a moment, barely registering the punch before raising his axe up high and swinging it down at Tor.

7/5/2010 #16
Fear Die Rothaarige

Tor lept to the side and swung her blade at his side.

7/5/2010 #17
Iron's Grasp

Ironhawk swung his axe up, catching the blade in the axehead.

7/5/2010 #18
Fear Die Rothaarige

Tor growled at him and kicked him in the shin.

7/5/2010 #19
Iron's Grasp

Ironhawk grunted, wrenching Tor's sword out of her hands.

7/5/2010 #20
Fear Die Rothaarige

Tor growled and tackled him to the ground, trying to get the axe from his hands.

7/5/2010 #21
Iron's Grasp

Ironhawk cast the axe aside, swinging his fist back to punch Tor across the face.

7/5/2010 #22
Fear Die Rothaarige

Tor took the punch in the cheek. She growled at him and kneed him in the groin and clawed at his face with her nails.

7/5/2010 #23
Iron's Grasp

Ironhawk's eyes went out of focus for a moment before he gave in almost completely to his rage.

He lashed out with only sheer instinct at Tor, ignoring the nails gouging at his face.

7/5/2010 #24
Fear Die Rothaarige

Tor did her best top fend him off. Then she remembered the small dagger in her belt. She reacher for it and held it to his throat, a steady stream of blood running from the small, non lethel cut.

7/5/2010 #25
Iron's Grasp

Ironhawk began to calm when he smelled blood.

"Well, this is quite the position I've put myself in."

Some of his crewmen began to move in and help him with Tor.

(gtg, about to pass out on keyboard)

7/5/2010 #26
Fear Die Rothaarige

"Stay back or he dies." She pressed the blade deeper into his skin, causing more blood. Her men moved in to help her.


7/5/2010 #27
Iron's Grasp

Ironhawk reached up with both hands, one twisting Tor's wrist, the other closing around her throat.

7/5/2010 #28
Fear Die Rothaarige

Tor's grip on the knife failed and it dropped to the ground as she tried to get him to let her go.

7/5/2010 #29
Iron's Grasp

Ironhawk let her go, rolled back, and retrieved his axe.

"It seems our war parties are evenly matched. I propose we settle this like those pansies in England would. The two of us fight. The first one to yield or die has their party absorbed into the other, and if the loser is still alive, their fate is in the hands of their better. What say you?"

7/5/2010 #30
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