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Since these rooms were empty, (except for a few dozen mewling ceorls) I have taken them as my abode.

All honorable warriors who come as friends are welcome. My slaves will see to your every whim.

Come there is meat, fish and fresh baked bread.

Lets us raise our horns and drink Mead to the Gods.


Lash Slave you may oil my body now. I wish to look my best for my guests.

Hrun, I just stopped in to bring you a hall-warming gift. There are ten kegs of mead outside. Perhaps your barbarian hordes could help bring them in. And one other thing - a special axe-proof dart board for your gaming pleasure. I had Emerald Empress enchant it with a self-healing spell. So destroy it all you wish, it will repair itself before you can inoke Odin's name.

"See thru man, I welcome you to my Hall. Your gifts are warmly accepted.

Lash Slave shall bring the mead into my hall. You may watch his sweating muscled body closely as he does so, to ensure he does not damage the mead in any way."

Hrun throws axe at Dart board, it splits and reforms immediately.


"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH I like this. Please take this, a gift for a gift

I like it - what is it?

I gladly enter, might barbarian!

I present you ten of my finest groupies, to provide wenching entertainment for us and your guests!

<Hurls axe at dartboard>

HA! Let the drinking continue!

Hi Hrun! Just stopped by to welcome you to the neighborhood. The Hall looks great. I particularly like the open fire pits. Is that wild boar roasting on a spit over there?

I see Semi has already brought you plenty of mead and a terrific axe resistant dart board, so I brought you a hand made Hrun Coat of Arms to be proudly displayed just above your high seat in the Hall! Hope you like it, I had it imported from far, far away just for you

"noble Cobaltus hail and well met".

<throws axe at cobalts axe, splitting it in two down the haft >

"Wench go over there and bring us mead.

Lash slave, more food"

Lash Slave hurry, bring some roasted boar for my guest.

Thank you for your gift. The helm and coat of mail will hang above my high seat in a place of honour. I can see from the workmanship that it indeed has travelled Far. Such superior work is above the craft of the smiths you have here.

Now sit by the fire, drink and join us in song.

Nice hall and all, Hrun. Now let's hear that great love song of jorvik! It should bring back memories of my youth.

I brought you 10 beehives. That should add enough honey for increased mead production. Seeing as how you seem to be the sociable entertaining sort, I expect you'll be throwing a lot of parties. And axes.

I dig the decor, Hrun. Great job! The Mighty Quinn M. would be proud.

I don't have much to offer to a new neighbor, outside of a handshake and some wood for the fire that I happened to stumble upon down the way.

throw the wood in the fire pits brave warrior. your gift to Hrun is a fine one indeed.

i offer you

Now sit and eat of my table

Beehives! Oh most Noble lady, tis a great gift you bring. Slaves. Take this to my fields at once.

And now fair maiden, please sit here at my right hand. Perhaps you will take some food?

<claps hands>

Bring me my bard that he might sing for the most beauteous maiden in this Hall.

Your majestic Hrun! While I may lack the well-developed musculature that made your former slave so fit for physical labor, my skill as a bard and court jester are impeccable! I ask that I might be blessed with the opportunity to entertain this beauteous maiden of whom you speak!

So be it.

You must sing a love song. the most moving one you know, tho it will be but a pale echo of the loveliness of m'lady Cramer.

sing it well and a gold belt with a fine, well crafted hunting dagger will be yours

Now bring more food and drink for my guests

My greatest wish is that this might please both you and the lovely Miss Cramer!

<begins to sing and strum lute>

Alone by the fire, a warrior I knew
Told me this tale, and I pray it is true.

From far Ansteorra our dragon-ship came
To fight for good Halidar on Lilied plain
My sword I had lent seeking honor and fame
Or Odin's great hall in the fray

We charged into battle, the sun beating high
Our battle-horns sounding a victory nigh
Our spears crossed their arrows like hawks in the sky
Leaving many men dead on the way

Sing me no songs of angels I pray
For a Valkyrie found me in battle that day

The battle was long and the sun was like fire
The heat drove us down like a funeral pyre
Though many I'd slain, now my bloodlust did tire
Struck down by the heat of the day

The battle moved onward from where I was laid
I drew of my helmet to rest in the shade
When a soft even tread, like the wind in a glade
Brought a daughter of Asgard my way

Sing me no songs of angels I pray
For a Valkyrie found me in battle that day

She gave me cool drink 'till my wits came again
Be fore I could speak she was gone like the wind
Had I but died, I could follow her then
But I lay with the living that day

Long I did search, a full year I have mourned
And told all my brothers this love I have bourne
But she is of Asgard, and I of this shore
So here with my brothers I stay

Sing me no songs of angels I pray
For a Valkyrie found me in battle that day

True to this dream like the tale I have told
Close to my heart, a small pouch I still hold
And in it a lock of her hair pure as gold
This I carry to battle this day

Alone by the fire
A warrior I knew
Told me this tale
And I pray it is true.....

<stamps hand on table in applause>

By ODIN twas a fine song. I know this warrior of whom you sing, and have seen the very lock of Valkyrie hair whilst we fought together on the Northern Wall.

Here, tonight you have earned your prize.

<throws gold belt to the bard>

Now sing again, a joyous song, let us all lift up our voices and sing of the joy of battle against the painted men of the north

Perhaps this great song of battle might please the mighty Hrun?

<plucks lute, begins singing>

Ah, ah,
We come from the land of the ice and snow,
From the midnight sun where the hot springs blow.
The hammer of the gods
Will drive our ships to new lands,
To fight the horde, singing and crying:
Valhalla, I am coming!
On we sweep with threshing oar,
Our only goal will be the western shore.
Ah, ah,
We come from the land of the ice and snow,
From the midnight sun where the hot springs blow.
How soft your fields so green,
Can whisper tales of gore,
Of how we calmed the tides of war.
We are your overlords.
On we sweep with threshing oar,
Our only goal will be the western shore.
So now you'd better stop and rebuild all your ruins,
For peace and trust can win the day
Despite of all your losing.

*Lash watches from a window outside*

>hmmph!!< Hrun never gave ME any gold. Look at the way he's fawning all over Eryk!

And Eryk-- what a tart!!

This, my great lord, is among my favorite songs. I hope it pleases!

<Strums lute, begins singing>

And ride with us young bonny lass ---
with the angels of the night.
Crack wind clatter --- flesh rein bite on an out-size
unicorn.
Rough-shod winging sky blue flight on a cold wind
to Valhalla.
And join with us please --- Valkyrie maidens cry
above the cold wind to Valhalla.
Break fast with the gods. Night angels serve
with ice-bound majesty.
Frozen flaking fish raw nerve ---
in a cup of silver liquid fire.
Moon jet brave beam split ceiling swerve and light
the old Valhalla.
Come join with us please --- Valkyrie maidens cry
above the cold wind to Valhalla.
The heroes rest upon the sighs of Thor's trusty
hand maidens.
Midnight lonely whisper cries,
``We're getting a bit short on heroes lately.''
Sword snap fright white pale goodbyes in the
desolation of Valhalla.
And join with us please --- Valkyrie maidens ride
empty-handed on the cold wind to Valhalla.

*still watching*

Wha..! I've heard better voices on a bad karaoke night. But you'd think Eryk's Whitney Houston from the way Hrun's slobbering over his singing!!!

Stupid barbarian!

*Lash walking away*

So Hrun prefers Eryk to me. Good. Like I care!! I don't care!!! I don't care anythng about Hrun's rebellious hair, chiseled jawline, or massive nipples!

I hope Eryk and Hrun are very happy together. Really, I do.

>hmmph!< I'd like to see Eryk take a punch to the jaw like I did...! It would probably break his face! *heh!* Break his face...

Lash, I was half expecting you to yell, "Stupid! All of you stupid!"



Hrun, sir, do you plan on having regular bard performances and feasts in your new hall?

Now who in their right mind would call Hrun stupid?

Just thought I'd stop by with a case of Opal Nera in case you got tired of that mead stuff.

A case of Opal Nera! That's a princely gift.

Hrun, you're a great host. We'll have to do another barbarian feast next week - perhaps your bard can sing a few tales of your exploits. I'd love to hear how you fought with Beowulf.

I do wish you'd treat your slave better, though. Good slaves are hard to come by these days.

Don't worry Lash! Did you see the way Hrun looked at me when I carried you in my arms to safety? It was pure rage and jealousy! I thought he was going to rip my head off for holding your naked body!

Obviously, he sees EDE as his Bard/Jester-little brother! Who can blame him with ballads like that?

I say the two of us arrive in style tonight with wenches and exotic beasts and show Hrun's hall how to party in style!