Einar broadly smiled and grabbed one of the mead horns from Wulfgard. "Einar be the first man for THIS task!" He greedily took a deep draught amd roared with laughter.

Utagh grabed one of the horns of mead and put it down in only one gulp.Then after looking confused for a moment he let out one of the largest belchest he had ever heard. Then he eyed the new man thinking to himself, more wondering if anything if anyone would noticed if he killed the man while he was drunk. "Aye, a bit of drink can't hurt a sole" he said to wulfgard.

Scaeldr let a grin compose his features, "Mead'll solve any problem and might'n start some! But I'm leanin toward the solvin." He wrestled the remaining horn from Wulfgard and downed it quickly. "What's say we get some more before we head to whatever death awaits us."

Wulfgard grinned and nodded, before diving for a new horn and filling it with mead, downing it himself in one gulp. "Here's to that! And May Odinn and Thor bless us, and the Valkyries ride swiftly o'er our heads!"

Utagh Slowly walked inside after his friend's thinking about what to do.

When Utagh wasn't paying attention someone must have stolen his purse because when he went inside he went to grab it and found it wasn't there. He saw a tattered clothed man and decided it must be him because when he noticed that Utagh was staring at him made a dash for the door but Utagh was faster with his throwing ax and got him right in the back.

Einar roared with laughter as he watched Utagh's ax hit the back of the fleeing thief. As the old man fell, a purse flew out of his grasp and a few coins rolled across the floor. Einar and some of the other Norsemen dove down to snatch a coin or two before Utagh could retreive his ax. Einar stuck two of the coins in the little pouch sewn inside his trousers. He didn't think that Utagh saw, too busy was he trying to recover the rest of his purse.

Scaeldr scoffed at the killing in the hall, but realized it was deserved as the purse slipped from the dead mans grip. Still, blood was spilt in the hall. A bad omen, at least to him. He watched as a few of the men dived for a coin or to hoping Utagh wouldn't notice. Scaeldr went back to his own large horn of mead, made by himself from an oversized bull he had encountered once in his long years of trapping. He also returned to his conversation with Wulfgard. "Do ye know anything more about this land we are to travel to? I have ne'er been furthur north in my travels than this."

Wulfgard frowned at the blood spilt. Technically weapons were not allowed in the longhut, but...Scaelder's question broke his thoughts, and he nodded. "We head off at dawn tomorrow. Baerwulf's land is a day's sea voyage north. It's a flat land, save a mountainous area near the eastern shore. That's where the dragon is said to amke it's home. There'll be riches galore there, lad!"

That same day (about nightfall) There came a ship that day. The vikings were working on the ships sail witch had been cut by one of the crew by accident. One Of them was not of there crew. He had just bought himself a ride across sea. His name was Gaukur. He had been traveling alone for about 10 years now. He walked into a tavern and sat down at the other end of the bar table. "One horn of mead man, and make it quick please and here is for a room to stay the night." he takes 10 coins and puts em on the table, He drinks the mead and goes to the room he had rented and fell asleep.

Wulfgard looked up as the stranger walked into the meadhall. Funny -looking chap, he thought to himself, before turning back over on his side, the wolf-skin rug thrown over his massive frame. Day crept on slowly, and soon the red fingers of dawn were edging their way over the horizon. Wulfgard woke with a snort and looked around as the pale light crept into the smoky meadhall. Around him, men were starting to shake themselves awake, many nursing hangovers from the previous night. Wulfgard's own head was pounding. "Oh, by Thor's Hammer!" He clutched his aching head and staggered over to the barrel of water. pouring some over his head, he emerged, gasping. "Odinn, that's cold!"

He lay there for a while wondering where to go next. "I've gone far from my home , traveld to many villages, but where do i go next?" he keeps asking himself.

"I've gone far from my home , traveld to many villages, but where do i go next?" Wulfgard heard the man muttering, and passed him some bread that one of the women-folk was handing around. "Well, we could always do with an extra shield-arm when it comes to hunting that dragon. But firstly...what's your name, friend?" Wulfgard bit deeply into his hunk of bread, crumbs falling into his massive beard and getting stuck.

He looks at the man near him. "Gauk is the name, Thorgeir is the father, what about you my friend?" he kindly asked (upz I tipet the name wrong

"Wulfgard, son of Thorkil, son of Bregard. You are welcome to our Ham, Guak. But we shall not be here for long. We have recieved news from our brothers of the north that a dragon is roaming their lands. We must away to see its end. Will you be joining us?" (P.S. - please try to make your posts more than just one line, it makes the RP go so much slower and is so much more difficult for the other players to bounce their replies from)

"aye, A dragon wil be a great fight for us." He says

Baldur is sleeping in a corner in the meadhall, the laughter of the people do not wake him. Then he wakes up and sees his father, Lief, standing over him saying. "Finally, your awake." Baldur responds hangovered." What time is it?" and scratches his head."It´s nightfall" says Lief. "Are you telling me i have been asleep for a whole day." says Baldur. "Yes" says Lief. "Well in that case, I have some catching up to do!" Baldur says with a smile on his face. He stands up, picks up his horn, walks up to the meadbarrel, dives the horn into the mead, picks up the horn filled with mead and drinks it all in only one gulp. Lief walks up to him and say." If you were asleep the whole day that means you missed the meeting." What meeting?" says Baldur and dives his horn again into the meadbarrel. " I knew it you missed, the meeting was about there´s a dragon in the lands to the north, it was also about who are chosen to go to fight the dragon." say´s Lief. Baldur stops his drikning and says to his father." Who were chosen?" Lief says there names. "Was I chosen two?"Asks baldur. "You should thank the gods you were!" says Lief. Baldur turns around sees his fathers serious face, he brings his horn to the height of his head and poor´s out all the mead on the floor then shuws the horn into Liefs hand then storms out towards his home. Lief looks after his son storming out like that then he looks into the horn and says." Hey, there stil some mead left in there!" He says with a smile on his face and drinks the rest of it.

(OK, let's get this RP moving! Psst - Lorder - watch your tenses!) Wulfgard grinned at Guakar then stood and stretched. He frowned as Baldur stormed past him, and turned to see Lief down what was left of the mead in the horn Baldur had pushed at him. "Your son's a strange one, Lief! I'd have given anything to have gone chasing dragons at his age." Lief laughed, and shook his head. "He'll be back. "Aye. And I should go and gather my things. The ship'll be arriving soon. Gods know what Gutha's going to make of all this. Never mind a dragon, she's fierce enough!"

"I will meet ye at tis ship ye speak of lad." Gauk said and drank from his horn.

(I will, but lets talk about things like these in the OOC!) Baldur arrives at his home. He opens his door carefully and closes it oh so gently cause his wife and his 3 year old son is already asleep. He walks up to his armoury and picks up his sword "Fenrir" in it´s scabbard and places it on his belt, then Baldur dresses himself out of his tunic and dresses himself in his chainmail then puts the tunic back on, last he takes his shield and places it on his back. Baldur walks up to his son and wife carefully and kisses them both on there forehead, he then walks up to his door and opens it carefully then he hears behind him: "Where are you going?" Baldur turns around and sees his wife Helga standing there in her undergarments. "Im going to the north to fight a dragon." Baldur says, then takes of his necklace and throws it to his wife, she captures it. "That is for my son, if i dont come bakc alive." say´s Baldur. Helga runs to him and hugs him. "Plz come back alive!" Helga say´s in a sad tone. "I gotta go." he says and pushes her gently away and walks outside and closes the door. Baldur then runs towards the meadhall.