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« on: July 22, 2013, 03:40:06 pm »
Sure then. I didn't even know I had a son up until now, really. It's a good feeling, knowing that you've sired another Viking.
Agree and talk with Torkeluweragnaharalniklastur while Kruub does his thing.
So Torkel. My full name I don't use very often down here because these southerner's tongues lack the strength to speak our names. My full name is Niklasbōrrūkvitådnīkrombūrvastidnasvenstur. No need to go looking for it. A raid can be dangerous depending on the composition of the raiders, and if I make it back home re-alive I will take you on a raid or two before the jarl of your village puts you on your training path. A raid is...the intimate expression of Vikingness. It happens when a group of Vikings, usually 20 - 50, have a spontaneous idea for a great raid and go about preparing it. They build sleighs ABD load them up with mead, seal intestines, seal intestines filled with mead, and a great many other good foods, and of course weapons and trumpets, and go careening across the land in search of a village with their sleigh train. Once they find a village, they crash the sleighs right in the center of the village and pour out like bees out of a happy drunk beehive to do whatever it was they had the idea for. Sometimes it's eating every third yak in 5 miles with only a twig, other times it's bedding every woman in the village - that's how I met your mother - sometimes it's killing everything in the village, though the ones who do that generally go to nonviking villages - or many other such merry activities. Our homeland has raids running through most of the villages every 6 months or so.