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Post by Sir Nichtmar on Oct 4, 2011 7:31:13 GMT -5
You are awesome Lukan! I can't make it. I'm going to keep beating up my punching bag...
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Post by Sir Nichtmar on Sept 29, 2011 7:03:43 GMT -5
It was awesome to meet you, Bacon and Thanatos. Good fighting, you both I think will be great at this. Til next time.
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Post by Sir Nichtmar on Sept 27, 2011 7:14:08 GMT -5
I will be there.
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Post by Sir Nichtmar on Sept 20, 2011 8:05:49 GMT -5
Ogre still kill pinky, ogre happy! Where da gravy!?
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Post by Sir Nichtmar on Sept 13, 2011 10:04:20 GMT -5
Friday, October 14 at 12:00pm - October 16 Brooklyn Exchange Cabin 2400 State RD, Hinckley, OH 44233 $20 for feast+everything $10 everything but feast FacebookFor those who don't know this is one of the best events you'll ever go to. The numbers aren't huge, but the atmosphere is perfect for Dagorhir. You'll make new friends and have tons of laughs. This may be my favorite event after Rag. So try to make it!
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Post by Sir Nichtmar on Sept 13, 2011 6:37:43 GMT -5
Ogre kill pinky, Mittelmarch better, Fin!
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Post by Sir Nichtmar on Sept 9, 2011 14:48:45 GMT -5
and your face
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Post by Sir Nichtmar on Sept 9, 2011 14:48:34 GMT -5
Thanks, Kotaro. Fixed. Feel free to post any other errors. I'm a creator, not an editor, unless it's film i can edit film.
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Post by Sir Nichtmar on Sept 9, 2011 7:28:13 GMT -5
Well we started out a small group in 2005, then hit up gencons, game stores, which helped increase our numbers. We pride ourselves on going to events Bel or Dag to get better. You can't get better fighting the same group of guys. So we go learn and come back a little better. It's been a gradual snow ball effect, but when new guys come in, they have a good dynamic of fighter skill level to learn from.
I'd say we are a pretty aggressive group at the core of us.
We host a big national event Olympics and War is our next huge event push.
But enough talk, get your ass out here and fight
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Post by Sir Nichtmar on Sept 9, 2011 7:15:54 GMT -5
LOL, well you don't really have a back story, thought it sounded mysterious.
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Post by Sir Nichtmar on Sept 8, 2011 8:13:35 GMT -5
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Post by Sir Nichtmar on Sept 8, 2011 6:58:00 GMT -5
I hate it when that happens.
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Post by Sir Nichtmar on Sept 7, 2011 9:09:22 GMT -5
I was considering a character change, but i decided to stick with the ogre. But if for some reason down the road the ogre dies. This man is out there somewhere. This is a fictional scene in an actual historical event. Look up Haakon Haakonson some time.
Carry a King
My name is Nikmar Rolandsson and my story begins with a child, no not me, but probably the most important child in Norway, Haakon Haakonson, heir to the throne of Norway, but he was in Bagler territory. For the past 70 years me, my father, and his have known nothing but war. The civil war between Bagler and Birkebeiner began with the death of King Sigurd. Kings chose this side or that. My clan served Birkebeiner, and we were losing. This 2 year old child I hold is said to unite Norway. I wait as the others decide what to do. A crying mother, Inga I believe, claims this child is son of Haakon Sverresson, the now dead king of the Beirkebeiner. I can see the worry on the face of my captain, Torstein Skevla. We are to head for Nidaros and get the kid to King Inge II. There the child will be safe, but there’s no road we can follow, forest and mountain is our path. No place to be carrying a child. The forest was the easy part it was the mountain that we all dreaded. Hard enough for a man to travel, but a child… We had to stop often to keep a supply of food for Haakon. This meant one or two of us would have to go into a village and hopefully not be recognized. The Bagler were hunting the boy. We ran into them once and lost them in the forest, but it cost the lives of two of our men.
One night around the fire…
“What kind of a name is Nikmar?!” The others roared in laughter around the fire.
I smiled, “I know… I know… Shutup and I’ll tell!”
“My father Roland told me this story. Thousand years ago, long when Vikings traveled the sea and took what they wanted…”
“Ha, what’s different now,” Skyervald shouted! The men laughed.
“…a fleet landed in Albania, which we all know the ones who stayed became Normans. One Viking took a wife from the village Nikmaras and had a boy. To respect the father they named him Nikmar. They came back to Bergen and the name has been passed down. So… here I am Nikmar Rolandson.”
“That story stinks! Where’s the blood and battle and…” “…and the women!”
The roar of laughter was silenced in an instant when Torstein walked up to us.
“Shut up! You want everyone to know we’re here!?”
He stood taller than the rest of us, the child tucked behind his shield, wrapped in wool. His axe rarely left his hand. He always seemed to carry the burden of the mission for all of us.
Snow, hunger, and the mountain pained us all, but we were close now. We waited for the others to come back from the village. Then, “Bagler!” Grim yelled as he ran towards us. Halfdan wasn’t with him. Then we saw behind him, nearly twenty men. Arrows flew passed him.
“Run,” Tor commanded. We did not delay. Snow scattered as we ran. Arrows flew. I turned, took a breath and shot my bow. Hit my target in the gut. I ran again, knocking another arrow. The wind was starting to pick up making them hard to see, but that also made us hard to see.
“House ahead,” Tor roared. It was set on near a ledge. I turned again searching for a target. “Damn this snow.” I heard a spear hit flesh. “Peter!” “Go!” he raged. Peter yanked out the spear and charged. I tried to follow with my bow. He took the arm of one of them, another gutted him. I took advantage and put an arrow in his throat. I ran again. Tor and Skyervald were at the house. A blizzard was throwing snow everywhere. We burst into the house. Arrows crashed through the window.
“Skis,” Skyervald said.
“How many,” Tor asked?
“Two sets.”
“Go! Save the boy!” I heard myself say. “The rest of us will delay them. Save the king!”
Torstein grinned at me, grabbed the skis and headed out back. The rest of us charged out the front. Snow swirled around us. I gripped my sword searching for prey. One came at me with a spear, I side stepped shouldering the man back and opened his chest. He fell and disappeared into the storm. I heard the rage of my brothers, the ringing of steel, and the tearing of flesh. Another with a shield came for me. My sword stuck in his shield. He edged me in the face, putting me on my ass. He reared his axe. I rolled away from swing, searching for my sword. He came again, but I found my blade to parry the blow. I head butted him and hacked off a leg. His scream was silenced when I pierced his chest. I searched for my next fight, but the storm had grown so loud, the other men sounded so far away now. Strange I felt warmth of the sun. The snow slowed and dropped and I was in the middle of a forest, summer by the smell of it. Then the exhaustion and hunger caught up. The strangeness set aside searching for food or help. My stomach wrenched, my eyes so heavy, and then I heard the sound of boards creaking beneath me. They snapped and I fell into darkness.
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Post by Sir Nichtmar on Aug 29, 2011 9:33:37 GMT -5
Kaida, send me a little short story or something explaining Kanthea, kind of like the others.
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Post by Sir Nichtmar on Aug 25, 2011 7:58:13 GMT -5
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Post by Sir Nichtmar on Aug 24, 2011 8:29:26 GMT -5
The ogre wished Anvil the best and told him to call on the guard when he needed them. He then sat in a booth, legs stretched and eyes watching the people. The healers saved people from death and eased the dying. He thought, I hope their gods are kind and give them a suitable place for their souls to rest.
He remembered Greybeard talking about the land of Heaven. A place where the Christians go after their body fails them. It sounded peaceful, and he hoped these fallen men and women would find their way there, they deserved a break. A light chuckle to himself, wonder if they let ogres in.
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Post by Sir Nichtmar on Aug 23, 2011 7:41:24 GMT -5
"I don't think there's anyone to tell you no, Lord Anvil. We need this battle done quick. Mittelmarch is suffering because of it."
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Post by Sir Nichtmar on Aug 22, 2011 12:07:00 GMT -5
"Good plan. I imagine you already have men at work on the tunnels?"
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Post by Sir Nichtmar on Aug 22, 2011 10:41:24 GMT -5
I like it.
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Post by Sir Nichtmar on Aug 22, 2011 10:35:13 GMT -5
I will not be there, but that doesn't mean you shouldn't. Let people know if you're going, Go fight!
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Post by Sir Nichtmar on Aug 19, 2011 14:33:33 GMT -5
"I understand the feeling, my dwarven friend."
Anvil steps through the door and Nichtmar waves him over.
Nichtmar gets up and grips his arm with a warrior's handshake. They slap each others back and grab a stool.
"You got my message then?"
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rules
Aug 18, 2011 13:59:57 GMT -5
Post by Sir Nichtmar on Aug 18, 2011 13:59:57 GMT -5
When you're talking gauge, higher the number, thinner the wire.
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Post by Sir Nichtmar on Aug 18, 2011 10:00:47 GMT -5
Nichtmar nods to Zigler and takes a big gulp as he listens to Storm, "Thanks, Zig."
Takes another gulp.
"They were no longer citizens when they allowed the murder of innocents, all the men on the other side of that wall are dead already, they just haven't found my sword yet."
Gulp of brew.
"Now I'm not sure who this Paladine is, but if he is like Greybeard's Jesus, if he helps you, then we could use all the help we can get."
Gulp.
"My leg? Eh it'll heal, but not before we take the field again. I will fight through it."
"Zigler! Ya look different, dwarf. All be fine?"
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Post by Sir Nichtmar on Aug 17, 2011 8:47:11 GMT -5
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Post by Sir Nichtmar on Aug 16, 2011 8:20:25 GMT -5
Fixed
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