Ragnar Stormfang: Hacks at a siren with his axe
proceeds to slice off their heads
Nice move, Ragnar! You really know how to handle those vipers. But let me take over here. Grabs a siren and throws it against a tree
Oh you did it now. They are going to send for an army.
Army or not, those sirens won't stand a chance against us. Pulls out a hidden dagger and stabs a siren in the heart
They are going to become undead bone heads.
Undead or not, those bone heads won't be able to touch us. Raises his axe high above his head and brings it down on the skull of a nearby siren
proceeds to slay the rest
Grabs a bottle of mead from his bag and takes a swig Damn, that's one hell of a massacre you got there, Probalva. You sure know how to even things out. Grins
Now let’s go find a village.
Pats Probalva on the back Well, lucky for you, I've got just the place in mind.
Generous? Me? Nah, it's more like I know exactly where to find the best booze in these parts. Winks We're heading to the Village of the Vine, my friend. Best wine and women this side of the realm!
How do I know? Well, let's just say my sources are as reliable as my axe in battle. Grins
As Ragnar and Probalva make their way to the Village of the Vine, they encounter a group of bandits along the road. A fierce battle ensues, with swords clashing and both allies fighting valiantly. After an hour of intense combat, the bandits are defeated, leaving behind a pile of loot and wounded enemies. However, in the chaos of battle, Ragnar takes a severe cut to his side, bleeding profusely.
grunts in pain Thanks, Probalva. You always know how to patch me up good as new. winces
Don’t worry I’ll make sure you don’t die yet.
Die? Me? Not on your watch, my friend. I'm tougher than those bandits we just slashed through. winces again, clutching his side
leans in, smirking despite the pain You know, Probalva, I've fought through worse injuries than this. Remember that time I got impaled by a jagged rock during that raid?
Impaled, huh? That was just a scratch to me! clenches his jaw, recalling the memory
Damn straight, Probalva! It was so bad, I thought my luck had run dry. But guess what?