ROLEPLAY HQ - hs-rp-homestead

*Sitting inside the longhouse and smoking, a fur draped Einar sat watching the dying embers of the hearth as the light outside began to shine through some of the windows. His mind wandered for a moment on what the other settlers were up to as the hazy clouds wafted through the longhouse. The few cabins he did have were slowly becoming occupied and Einar was excited to see how they would grow the homestead. Even though there wasn't much now he knew that soon enough he'd need a caravan cart just to head into town for supplies. Lifting himself from his chair Einar headed toward the door and out into the morning sun. As the cool air greeted him, he couldn't help but have a little pride in his new lands. As strange of a place he had found himself in, it wasn't as far from home as he had thought. There were still fields to farm and forest to wander in and plenty of new places to still get acquainted with. Flicking his dead rolled herb onto the dirt path ahead of him he strolled casually up to the entrance of the homestead, unlocking the gate and pulling it open for any who may stop by. Einar then made his way to the barn to let out the few livestock to graze as the morning shine was still rising. It wouldn't take him long to clean out any of the stables so he worked quickly. Wiping the sweat from his face and now content that the work was done Einar now sat at the steps of the barn. Grass waved gently to him in the breeze while small birds chirped and dancing above him on their way to the forest. Einar reached into a pocket of his pants and pulled out a slender roll only to light the end and blow a cloud of smoke into the morning sky. 'A beautiful day to do very little now.' He thought to himself all while watching his new lands wake with the sun before him.

The sound of wildlife in the area was as clear to the ears as was the few residential animals that walked among the homestead. Not far off was the sound of Obasi's worn greaves stamping the ground as he walked. The sound of something being dragged wasn't hard to hear either as a rather sizeable buck that had been killed cleanly. There didn't seem to be much struggle coming from Obasi, however he took his time as he walked having regretted not having a horse he could have thrown his catch onto. Stopping by the butchery his march came to a halt before he began to raise the beast away from his shoulder and as gently as he could, lower it onto a table and off the ground. "It's not many of us here yet, so this fella might last us a good while. Someone give me a hand with this thing! I can't recall the last time I've had a kill so large in my homeland." There was a bit of clear excitement in his voice as he called out to retrieve some assistance. The generous animal would need to be hoisted up for it's parts to be properly extracted for whatever uses the residents may have for it. As for Obasi in particular, his vision lied on how well the meat would taste before falling down his gullet. As he waited for further assistance, he walked over to the area that the butcher kept their tools for taking apart the animal. Obasi was hoping that he and whomever else could at least start the process for now; any further developments would have to be carried out by the butcher who'd be an expert at putting the excess parts to better use.

Trandil Reginsson, a man of many mysteries sat alone outside the path near the homestead. Staring up at the sky, whole he laid on the ground. This is the first time the man has ever taken a break, and just relaxed. Ever since he was young, Trandil has done nothing but train, and study all his life, preparing to be Chief of his Village, preparing for any war that would come his way. But since he lost everything to an unexpected war, that had caugjt him by suprised,he hasn't known what was he supose to do. Without training, studying and preparing, what was he supoae to do with his life? Sighing softly, Trandil carefully sat up, and looked down the path that lead into the the Longhouse, even ounce in his body was telling him to go, gather as much ad he could to prepare for the worse case sanario. But he was also reminded, there was no need to be overly prepared, to the point you cannot be yourself. But another part of him was demanding he go, and gather things. It was an eternal battle he wasn't willing to share with others, feeling as if the others may choose to either laugh, or tease him about. And Trandil wanted to be seen as serious and responsible. Trandil sighed shaking his head, as he walked towards the Longhouse to see what the others were up too, he was silent as he walked, almost as If he was trying to keep his presents unknown, he wasn't meaning to be sneaky, it was just how he was. He walked to were Obasi was standing, watching as he placed the beast onto the table. When asked to give a hand, Trandil cleared his through. "How may I help friend?" He asked carefullt rolling his sleeves up.

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Obasi Nox

Trandil Reginsson, a man of many mysteries sat alone outside the path near the homestead. Staring up at the sky, whole he laid on the ground. This is the first time the man has ever taken a break, and just relaxed. Ever since he was young, Trandil has done nothing but train, and study all his life, preparing to be Chief of his Village, preparing for any war that would come his way. But since he lost everything to an unexpected war, that had caugjt him by suprised,he hasn't known what was he supose to do. Without training, studying and preparing, what was he supoae to do with his life? Sighing softly, Trandil carefully sat up, and looked down the path that lead into the the Longhouse, even ounce in his body was telling him to go, gather as much ad he could to prepare for the worse case sanario. But he was also reminded, there was no need to be overly prepared, to the point you cannot be yourself. But another part of him was demanding he go, and gather things. It was an eternal battle he wasn't willing to share with others, feeling as if the others may choose to either laugh, or tease him about. And Trandil wanted to be seen as serious and responsible. Trandil sighed shaking his head, as he walked towards the Longhouse to see what the others were up too, he was silent as he walked, almost as If he was trying to keep his presents unknown, he wasn't meaning to be sneaky, it was just how he was. He walked to were Obasi was standing, watching as he placed the beast onto the table. When asked to give a hand, Trandil cleared his through. "How may I help friend?" He asked carefullt rolling his sleeves up.

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@Kendeline Flower - jump It was exciting to see new people join the homestead so quickly after its formation. Though it also lightly made him ponder if foreign lands were much like his homeland: riddled with war and forcing people to relocation to escape the violence. Though the trivalities of what other people may be going through sadly wasn't the most important thought as the huge chunk of meats that needed to be drawn. His accent was heavy but his tone was light as he spoke in response to this resident he hadn't encountered yet. "I could use a bit of help tying this beast of a deer up so I can slice up some cuts of meat. I'd rather not break my back trying to manage it all myself. But one thing before that." Pausing before he went any further, he grabbed a knife with ragged edges akin to a handsaw before gently pressing his hand down on the neck of the game. Placing the knife to the end of the first antler, his hand slide up to ensure it wouldn't move too far out of place as he cut. Moving the knife back and forth, it took a small bit of time given Obasi's inexperience with these type of tools, but the first one had been removed. As he begun to work on the second one, he resumed talking as the blade tried to cut through the protrusion of bone that this animal would have used for defense; had it saw Obasi targeting it that is. "It'd be a damn shame for us to get cut by these antlers. They barely look like they'd cause an issue but I've seen what these things can do if a fella like this were to know you're trackin' him. Even now I feel one wrong move of this dang knife and I might slice open my hand on them."

Trandil nodded, carefully moving towards Obasi, listening to the man speak, as he carefully used the string to tie up the deer. It was new to actually be wanted to help, and not demanded or pushed away, it was nice. Since arriving to rhe homestead he has seen nothing but kindness, he liked it, it was very diffrent from his home, but it was nice. "This meat, it will be shared amoungs us all here?" He asked couriously as he continued to tie the deer. "We do not hoard here,or keep for ourselves?" That was a foren concept for Trandil, he was raised to prepare for war, and hoard all he could to remain safe, as well as give his belongings away to benefit everyone. So sharing was a complete stranger thing to him. A scary thing but new. He looked at the Deers antlers nodding slowly as he was careful as he moved around the deer. "Aye, the Antlers are very dangerous. I shall remain careful." He agreed looking at deer with a soft hum. "Is this the first hunt of the season of being in this new land?" He asked couriously, carefully stepping back waiting for the next instructions to be given

@Ono sorry ! i thought i tagged you ! (edited)

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"Under normal circumstances it probably would've been sold if we were a bigger village, but since it's a handful of us, I wouldn't dare hoard away this catch for maself. Not to mention that trying to preserve all of this meat would be a harder task than feeding everyone." Obasi smirked as he aided in ensuring the beast was properly hoisted up in a way that would ensure that the several cuts taken would not inadvertly contaminate the meat. One bad puncture of an organ and the game's intestines could drain over all of the fresh meat, leaving it useless and dangerous to eat. First the pelt had to be separated from the layer of skin that held together the slabs of meat they sought to harvest. To start, he cut around the feet of the deer's ankles and wrists before moving on to the first hind leg he would target. Precision was important; gently pressing the knife against the coat of fur before tracing it down enough that the blade could slip inside. Once inside, the blade could easily cut apart the layer of dermis that kept the pelt attached. "I'd say the first big hunt for sure. Though I find maself attending to the farm more than doing some hunting. Sometimes it's not just enough to watch and provide a good space for animals to provide us with produce; I get an urge to test my instincts to make sure I'm not growing weak in this time of peace. Heavily looked down upon in my culture; my people would say Allah would be shamed to see a man remain stagnant and not challenging himself ever so often." Truth be told, the lessons of the Quran were something that Obasi didn't hold to such a high esteem as he seemed to have done so. In fact, the violent spread of the religion within various regions of his home country promptly inspired him to journey westward enough to catch a boat that would take him far away. The only regret that remains for him and leaving behind the family and friends who refused to join him in exodus.

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@Kendeline Flower (sorry for the late reply, busy weekend)

"this is....very new to me." He admitted softly. "Back in my village, we were to hoard, steal from those not of our village and prepare for the worse. To also make sure our elderly, widows and orphans were cared for, twas a strange task, that I seem to only partake in. So sharing meat with others in the homestead us very....strange and intresting." If Trandil was honest with himself, he was more then willing to give all his food to others, but seeing others willing to do the same was a very strange thing to him. He could remember many arguments with his father, about how he would be the one not prepared for the enviable, because he was giving all his belongings away. But being here, he felt like this was right. He watched as Obasi prepared the deer, watching as he moved so flawlessly to skin the deer. He watched closely, not that he didn't trust the man, it was because he really didn't know how to prepare and skin a deer. "Aye, here's to hoping we have more hunts like this when winter arrives. If it's any peace, I do not believe you to be weak, or will look to you in shame if you decide to rest. In my village we were mocked for resting, expecally me, i was next in line to become chief, but I feel here none of us will be looked down on or shamed, which....is nice." He admitted looking up to the man, giving a small awkward smile. "But I believe this is a new challenge, and Allah may be happy? Moving to a new region and beginning a new homestead with people you don't know, seems like a big challenge to me." Trandil hummed sofrly as he carefully held the pelt for the men, that way he was able to see better. He was courious, courious about the man's home, wondering what his culture was like. "What is your home like? Is it diffrent then what you have seen here?" He asked tilting his head slightly, looking at Obasi with slightly wide courious eyes. @Ono your completely fine! No worries at all!

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Eero's Home

Opening his eyes and stepping away, he walked to his door and pushed it open, emerging from inside his grass-covered home to look out across the morning sun. There were already noises coming from the rest of the homestead, and as he reached down to pick up a bowl that he had left on his front step to collect rainwater and dew, Eero sat down on the small chair he had placed beside his door. Placing the bowl in his lap, he pulled his seax from his sheath and ran it through the chilled water to wet the blade. Letting the blade rest in the water, he dropped his hands into the water before bringing scoops of it up to slowly wet the sides of his head and back as well. With his hair sufficiently wet, he picked up his knife and started to scrape the edge gently along the side of his head. Short movements that he guided from memory of having trimmed his hair before, he managed to avoid nicking himself as he moved the blade. Hearing a set of footfalls on the path that led down from Einar’s home, Eero glanced up to see the other man making his way down the path. Lowering his knife and rinsing some of the hair off in the water, he raised his free hand while speaking in Norse to get the other man’s attention, “Einar, do you have a moment to speak? I’ve nearly completed my gift to you, but I wanted to speak with you about some of the details, if you have time.” Bringing the knife back up, Eero resumed trimming his hair slowly as he waited to see if the other man would have a moment. He had been working on an axe for the other man, something that could be used to defend the homestead, if necessary, while also giving him a symbol that could show his status if he wished. It had a degree of ornamentation and practicality he hoped to imbue in it, but he wanted to discuss the more mystical sides with the other before he added them without consulting him. @ᛊᚲÁᛚᛞ

Having wasted as much of the beauty of the light as he had dared, Einar had made his way from the barn and back to the longhouse to check the hearth as well as grab a few items for his day. His sturdy hand axe as well as a small blade hung at his waist while as well as a couple small pouches filled with various herbs and trinkets. Satisfied that the longhouse was in enough order he headed back out and down the path away from his abode. Einar stepped softly as he walked while enjoying the sounds of the homestead around him. A couple of the others were cutting up what looked to be a fresh deer over by the butchery and he smiled hoping the antlers and pelt were in well enough condition to use if the others had no objections. As he continued along, a voice caught his attention just ahead of him off the path. Eero was sitting upon his small chair just outside his house and shaving, calling out to Einar for a moment of time. Seeing as the chores were done and that there was meat being butchered Einar saw no reason he couldn't sit with his old friend for a while. Leaning against Eero's cabin and fetching himself another herb roll, Einar clenched it between his teeth and smiled. It was always good to see Eero, especially when it wasn't on a battlefield together. "Time is all I have these days my good man, and almost entirely too much to myself." He let out a hearty laugh as he lit the herb roll, letting the smoke billow from his smile "You know there was no need for a gift of your skill, but I am looking forward to seeing your craftsmanship once again. What was it you needed my ear for old friend?" The smoke rolled around Einar almost as if it escaped from his very being while he leaned against the cabin wall. Eero's ability within a forge was unrivalled by most and he couldn't wait to hear about what wonder he was making. He watched the man continue to shave all while grinning and enjoying the sun as he visited. @Himbo Tie

Having gotten the other man’s attention, Eero continued to shave his head as he smiled, his mind swimming with memories of fighting alongside him and others on battlefields. Glory abounds had been found by both of them in the eyes of their respected gods as they fought hard and took treasure and life alike. Eero had to admit he was glad for this time of peace where he spent more time forging nails and plows than weapons of war. However, his nightmares plaguing him were a reminder that his blades had been dry for too long. He had tried to find the source of it from when he was a child, but something in his mind and faith brought horrible nightmares if he went too long without wetting his blades in the lifeblood of another. Smirking at Einar’s comment about having too much time as he lit another one of his herb rolls, Eero lowered his blade into the bowl of water and nodded in agreement. Looking out across the few buildings he could see being constructed, Eero sighed softly before speaking as he brought his blade back up to his scalp, “Sometimes I wonder what the future holds for us as we sit here idly enjoying the fruits of our labors. Are we growing soft with an unknown storm on the horizon, or are we finally in a place of peace?” Glancing up and seeing the smoke billowing from the roll of herbs and Einar’s being, Eero smirked before speaking in a more serious tone, “No need for the gift? I strongly disagree with that, my friend. If it were not for your dream of a peaceful land like this where we could escape the constant fighting, we would likely be dead or pulled into another campaign against a foreign power. I dream of joining another raid on a target like Paris or Novgorod, but in these moments of calm, I am thankful I can swing my hammer and not my axe. You are to thank for that.” .

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Smiling as he rinsed off his seax and let it sit in the water for a moment, Eero looked down at his hands and allowed them to glow slightly before his right hand produced a radiant lamp of warmth. Moving his hand over the bare skin on the right side of his head, Eero dried the water from it before looking up at Einar and speaking, “The axe will handle like any two-handed axe you are used to wielding, but I plan to add some flair to the blade itself. Runes that will unleash mystical powers when used. You can activate them at will, but the purpose is that they will engulf your target in flames.” “If you strike true and kill them with your blow, then there is no need for the enchantment to activate. However, if your weapon deviates and it is not a blow that would kill them, you can activate the enchantment and kill them while striking fear in your enemies. The only thing is, to continue being able to cast this enchantment, you must feed the runes the blood of Christians. If they are hungry and you use them, they will begin to feast on you. I will place the runes on your blade twenty times, so you have twenty uses before you must feed them.” Continuing to shave his hair, Eero glanced up at his friend with a serious expression as he waited to see what the other man’s reaction would be. There were other enchantments he could place on the weapon if this did not suit his fancy, but it was an easier one to work for a newer practitioner. Other enchantments had hungrier runes, and Eero did not want to accidentally kill his friend Einar with a careless enchantment. @ᛊᚲÁᛚᛞ

Listening to his old friend Einar continued to smoke as he listened. It was true that in these times of peace there have been those known to grow safe and comfortable with their spoils but as he leaned there talking with Eero he knew that both men understood what that could mean for those who hadn't seen battle. Einar smiled fondly as Eero explained to him the Seiđr of the gift and how it could be used. Magic and its properties weren't unfamiliar to Einar so this axe was sure to be something special. "Having a little enchantment is always a good idea, whether it be for the weapon or warrior. Thank you my friend, I look forward to going hunting as soon as it is ready." Einar let the smoke rolled out from between his grinning lips. "The cost of a little Seiđr in battle can be heavy if not careful but then again, isn't that the cost of all magics?" He let out a hearty laugh and looked out to the fields that were bathed in the daylight. As the two men continued, a trace of what seemed to be a serpent seemingly crawled across Einar's skin. Black ink rippled as the man spoke of magic as he own ability had been a little off since arriving in this new place. Einar still had use of his strange tattoo Seiđr albeit not to the extent that it used to manifest. Dropping his dying herb roll and crushing it out with his boot he let out a small sigh, scratching at where the snake-like image had moved.*

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"Hopefully we do not see a need to worry of such things here but it is always best to stay ready." Einar shot a wink to his friend, "Besides, with old warriors like you we'll have something to throw to the wolves should they come." He laughed again as he stood up straight, pushing himself off the house and turning back to the path towards the front gate. "I should be off checking some things on the but I couldn't resist a day like this to go out and do anything else. Once you've finished up here with yourself, join me for a little travel into town? I've heard there's a tavern and a few merchants with some fine goods. Better sooner than not to get acquainted with the locals, would hate for them to show up with torches and swords looking for a fight." Einar smiled widely with his last comment, knowing that few would be able to hold their metal against the likes of Eero should he decide to oblige the offer. Einar thought to himself about another herb roll but decided there was still plenty of day left and he may need the extra for the trip into town. @Himbo Tie

Keeping his blade working smoothly along his head, Eero chuckled softly when Einar mentioned the cost of magic if used carelessly. Glancing down into the water that had a few pieces of his hair floating in it, he saw his face reflecting back up at him and smiled slightly before looking to his friend and speaking, “A cost that some would do well to remember. Even the greatest of our mages, Väinämöinen, had to learn the hard way why you must be careful when working magic, new or familiar. I for one do not want to be hunted by the dead when travelling in their lands or our own, so it is a lesson I have taken to heart as well.” Lifting his head slightly to look out over the waking homestead, Eero could see the slight movements on his friend's skin, but he chose not to draw attention to it. His magic was his own, and Einar never made a habit of asking Eero where his magic had come from or how he used it. Therefore, his friend deserved the same courtesy. Returning his attention to tracking his blade slowly over his head, Eero was finishing the haircut when he noticed Einar scratching at the places the serpent had been tracking over his body. Turning slightly as he finished his work with his knife, Eero let it lay in the water as he gestured towards the serpent with his hand. Raising an eyebrow as he withdrew his hand and emitted warmth from it again to dry the water from his head, Eero spoke in a calm voice, “Your smoke still drifts from you, my friend, but is your magic working against you? It seems to be quite antsy, or is it just looking for an outlet and a fight?” . (edited)

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Chuckling softly as he rinsed the seax off in the water of the bowl, Eero dumped the water into the grass beside him before setting the bowl back on his doorstep. Standing slowly and stretching his back, he laughed and smiled as he heard his friend’s teasing words. Sighing softly as he brought his blade down and dried it with the hem of his tunic, Eero remarked in a quiet voice with a grin, “Bring the wolves and ready their teeth. I have been looking for a good fight to end it all, so perhaps these beasts of lore and darkness will offer it to me.” Sheathing his seax and turning slightly to look at Einar, the Finnish man nodded slowly at the mention of accompanying him into town. Eero needed to get his forge started up before the day got away from him, and it would serve him well to get acquainted with the members of the homestead. He wanted them to come to him for those same weapons that they might one day threaten him with. Stepping away from the chair he had been sitting in, Eero spoke with a smile, “We had better hurry then. Don’t want their goods to be bought out without us being able to offer some coin and friendly smiles.” Stepping further away from his home, Eero moved at a steady pace alongside his friend as he headed towards the town. His eyes followed the road and could see the buildings in the distance with their bustling inhabitants moving about. As they moved closer, his smile would begin to lower into a sterner expression, his walls of antisocial protection coming back into place as they got closer to strangers. @ᛊᚲÁᛚᛞ

As the two men made their way toward the gates to head to town, the conversation could barely be heard of the footsteps along the crunching path. Einar thought on what Eero had said, of not only his abilities but coming conflict and battles unforeseen. It was true that a part if him did long for the horns of war and the clash of steel once more, though for all it was worth it brought more suffering that spoil. "To feel the rage of war once more does cross my mind old friend, but that isn't what seems to be on my mind most lately." Einar spoke his thoughts aloud not being sure if Eero was listening or enjoying the day. "My power has not quite been the same since I arrived in this new place. For what I can do it's only merely pieces of the mastery I once had and I'm unsure if I'll be able to regain it here." Einar rummaged in his furs for a roll of herb as the two men began the trip into town. The journey wasn't overly tasking but it was nice to have the company and extra hands should they come back with any good wares. Blowing smoke into the breeze he looked back and thought if they should perhaps hitch up one of the horses and take a wagon but Einar figured they were already on their way. Noting to himself they wouldn't purchase more than they could carry he blew smoke trails as they continued. "Once we get into town I'm excited to see how you've got your workshop going. Smithing at the homestead is one thing but to have a true forge again must be something wonderful for you." He gave Eero a small nudge with his elbow, laughing as smoke spilled from his mouth. Einar wasn't even sure of the town name as he hadn't gotten to know any of the other locals yet, having mostly had what he needed to start farming a small crop of his own. "Perhaps I'll have to spend a little coin elsewhere before letting you sink anymore into the forge work."

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Einar continued to laugh as the town had just started to come into view. A gorgeous little settlement that sat tucked away much like the homestead. He could smell different foods on the breeze now, Einar quickening his pace not realizing it. His mind wandered as the small town grew larger before them to thoughts of feasts and horns raised in celebration. 'Perhaps there will be reason to feast again soon enough...' Coming up to the main gate soon, Einar shook away his day dreams and hoped he hadn't ignored Eero unintentionally. The bit of coin he did bring rattled softly under his furs and it brought a little grin. It had been quite awhile since he had any reason to spend his earned wealth and Einar was looking forward to it. @Himbo Tie