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The rumbling of water fills your ears as the ground squishes beneath your feet. It will be difficult to fight here, that much is certain, but it'll be just as difficult for your enemies. Thank the Gods for small mercies!
The enemy force numbers sixty-seven exactly while your side numbers eighty-two. Going off numbers alone, this should be over quickly. However, numbers alone rarely win the day. As Steinarr said, victory is achieved through a number of minor factors all adding up to a positive result.
The raiders come into view as you contemplate Steinarr's advice. They've quickly regrouped—a sign of a competent leader among them—and have formed a semi-circle of shields. Not only do they stand on soft ground, but the riverside has a lower elevation then where you'll be coming from.
Quickly coming up with a plan, Dorri splits his forces down the middle and has them both form spearheads. Directing Hymir Evershade to take command of the left charge, Dorri himself leads the right—which is where you find yourself placed. You're near the tip of the spear, about four men to Dorri's left. You'll be in the thick of it, but you wouldn't have it any other way.
Dorri lifts his ornate, bronze-headed spear to the sky and calls for the Gods' attention. Drawing his arm back as far as it can go, he casts the spear forward with all his might. It sails beautifully through the air as all eyes track its movement. The favor of the Gods will be shown through this spear-throw.
As it cracks a shield down the middle, you find yourself breathing a sigh of relief at such a good omen.
Wordless warcries fill the air with ferocity as the two spearheads make their charges in unison. The ground shakes as you add your voice to the mix. You scream for yourself, for your home, for your friends and family alike. But above all else, you scream for your father.
As the lines crash and men scream, you find yourself face to face with a bleach-blonde beard poking out from underneath an iron helm. A gambeson coats his body as he holds a strong shield in one hand and a sword in the other.
You know nothing of this man, beyond the fact that he's going to try his best to kill you—just as you do the same to him. He seems strong, likely about as strong as you are, but he's no Berserk. His skills are unknown, though he's clearly familiar with the sword.
Endurance: (15/15) | Frenzy: (6/6) (+6 to all Combat Rolls) | Armor Health: (42/42) (+9 to Defense)
Orthstirr: (905/944) | Odr: (108)
( ) Frami: 315 | ( ) Virthing: 315 | ( ) Saemd: 314
Sagaseeker has 49 orthstirr in his reservoir.
Emberguard has 13 orthstirr in its reservoir.
Shapeshifting + Runes are granting you (+2 Damage and +5 Attack-Speed)
Your combat pool is 129d6 and you have 18d6 Stoked Dice
What do you want to do?
[ ] (Plan Name)
-[ ] (Dice) Attack
-[ ] (Dice) Defense
-[ ] (Dice) Intercept
-[ ] (Dice) (Trick) (Orthstirr)
-[ ] Tactics Write in
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AN: And here we go!
25-minute moratorium