Of Beasts and Knights

"You do that... I'll go chat to our survivors."

Vorstan: "He is the god of anarchy. The other gods fear him, and despise him."

Morkar: *nods* Glory to chaos, Chosen warrior. *he turns to walk away*

Rosa: and you?

Vorstan: "...I understand the others, as much as gods can be understood.... I fear malal."

Thorgar: "Glory indeed."

Rosa: you? scared? *she laughs*

*he's a gone now. The bestigors, lead by a particurlarly large one, have been coralling the survivors, and beating the fuck out of any gors who try to attack them.*

Thorgar: "Well, they can follow orders it seems." *Some of thorgar's warriors are joining this*

Vorstan: "Malal is a terrifying prospect. A god with no direction, only a hatred for everything."

the large bestigor turns to him "What we do with them?"

Rosa:...god of the orcs or beasts maybe?

Vorstan: "Gork and mork. No, they are simple. They like to fight." 

Thorgar: "Kill any that run." *he walks forwards, and stops among them. He is lightly splattered with blood, his sword hangs at his belt, and his shield is on his back. His helmet hung on his belt, his face exposed. A short white beard conceals his hard features, weathered from a life at sea. His white hair framing his face.* "Southerners... *he surveys the crowd.*

Rosa: The beasts then?

The bestigor barks something to the others in their tongue, probably relaying the order.

Vorstan: "If the beasts have their own gods, i do not know them."

Thorgar: *he looks down into the crowd again* "SOUTHERNERS! Your city has fallen, all those who defended it are dead. You are the lucky, for i will give you a choice."

Rosa: maybe.

The Bestigors watch quietly (you control em)

"I assumed they worshiped the four."


Thorgar: "You will serve. or you will die."

Rosa: dunno. Maybe.

Thorgar can sense a great magical power from one of these cowering wretches. A civilian. One he notes several gors and even a few bestigors are eyeing with hungry eyes.

Thorgar: "Speak up. I have no use for cowards."

"Probably..."

*you decide who does. Other than the girl who speaks up now.* "you... you are chaos yes?" *her accent is clearly kislevi*

Rosa: anyway...

Thorgar: "I am indeed girl."

Vorstan: *Reaches the tree he slept on. and opens the leather bag there.* "You do read, don't you?"

Girl:... why are you so far south?

Rosa: surprisingly enough. I am self taught though.

Thorgar: "Perhaps i will tell you in time... But i am not in the habit of announcing my plans publicly. Will you take my offer?"

Vorstan: "Hmn... Well only one is in your tongue."

Girl:...If I refuse I die, don't I'?

Rosa: ah.

Thorgar: "Do i look like a man who repeats himself?"

Vorstan: *Looking through the bag* "Another in norscan... two in mine... And one in daemonic."

"....*sighs* I will join you then"

Rosa: right...

Vorstan: "We'll start with the basics." *he takes out one of the books in his own language. and opens it. sitting down*

Thorgar: "Good choice..." *he looks back to the crowd.* "ANYONE ELSE?!"

Rosa sits down too.

*....i said you choose, ya nimrod*

*Only one voice replies.* "I will never! The lady awaits us all!"

Thorgar: *his tone darkens.* "Does this man speak for all of you?" *he lets it hang. for a moment. Silence. He turns on his heel.* "Walk with me girl."

Vorstan: "This is a map of the world." *The map is drawn strangely, slightly out of proportion, in coloured inks on aging paper.*

the leading bestigor looks at Thorgar. With a look that says pretty much 'we slaughter now?'
the girl, timidly, approaches Thorgar

Rosa: I've seen these maps before. Never bothered properly studying.

Vorstan: "Do you know whats at the poles?"

Thorgar: "Do as you will. Kill the children quickly."

Rosa: various scary stories told to children?

The girl looks away and hurries away from the others. The bestigors get stuck in.

Vorstan: "Basically, yes. Portals to the realm of chaos."

Thorgar: "A waste really."

Rosa: oh. fun.

the girl doesn't say anything

Vorstan: "From which flow the winds of magic."

Thorgar: "I don't have time for brooding little girls."

Rosa:...huh, okay

Girl: brooding? Preferring not to speak up about the people who were just slaughtered is brooding?

Thorgar: "They made their choice."

Vorstan: "All magic flows from chaos, such is the natural order of things, and magic leaves the world." *He points to a dark purple swirl in lustria* "Here."

Girl: I know. I'm not objecting. 

Rosa: how come?

Thorgar: "I'm Surprised, most southerners are sentimental creatures."

Vorstan: "The Elves created it, to remove the influence of chaos."

"I'm not from the south"

Rosa: elves... I really don't like elves. sorry. Continue.

"You're from Kislev. North of here, but still south."

Vorstan: "Neither do i. Knife eared excuses for a species... well, the vortex was then reinforced by the slaan."

"Kislev is hardly south"

Rosa: the what now?

"It is south of the northlands." 

Vorstan: "The vortex. *taps the picture.* Was reinforced by the slaan. Lizardmen."

Girl:... surprisingly narrow minded view of things

Rosa: oh. okay.

"The line is drawn by your false gods." 

Vorstan: "As an asside. *He points to a small pictograph of a hut. off the west coast of lustria* That is my home."

Girl: trust me, the other southerners aren't as fond of us as you'd think.

Rosa: huh. further away than I realised.

"That is quite interesting..."

Vorstan: *He drags his finger across lustria as he speaks* "I walked across the breadth of lustria, and crossed the ocean in a boat built with my own hands." *he traces a line from lustria to norsca.* "I came ashore here."

Girl: if they were kislevi I would have cared more about their deaths. Maybe even died with them. I won't die with bretonnian fanatics.

Rosa: *watches. then she points at a small town in stirland* If you care, that's where I'm from.

Vorstan: "Very close to the vampires... Interesting." 

Thorgar: "And you are happy to serve chaos?"

Girl: compared to dying in a place I hate with people I hate? Yes.

Rosa: not a nice place.

Thorgar: "It is permanent. You can never renounce it."

Vorstan: "Lustria is more pleasant."

Girl: so is death.

Rosa: I in no way doubt that The graveyards back home are guarded by some order of knights that specialise in killing the undead and necromancers.

Thorgar: "That depends entirely."

Vorstan: "...I have a question."

Girl: ....I'm fairly certain for me it would be.

Rosa: yeah?

Thorgar: "Earn favor with the gods, and it does not have to be."

Vorstan: "You speak of your home fondly. You would betray us for them, wouldn't you?"

Girl:...*sighs* you're missing my point.

Rosa:... I have no loyalty to stirland, not anymore. My family... I would, if I even remembered their faces.

Thorgar: "Am i?"

Vorstan: "Hmn... Reassuring."