[section]~ Eben stayed in the silence with his brother after the small bit of philosophy, staring out at the ocean as the sails finally caught a good breath of wind and kicked the snekkja across the rolling waves. Eben moved with the rock of the ship, having been quite well practiced at keeping his boots to the deck in both calm and rough seas.
It seemed that's what he and his brother were always between. There was either a treasure trove, or they were poor. They either feasted on succulent roasts and barrels of mead, or the brothers divided stale bread amongst the entire crew. They had been through rough and calm seas together, and so Eben could accept that perhaps, just perhaps, his older brother placed far more emphasis on what they did, rather than any prayer or curse. It was their shields that protected them, their spears that won them glory and gold.
There was some wisdom in this, but Eben also thought it rather unwise to openly invite misfortune: The Wyrd was fickle, and poets knew of many stories where The Wyrd was all that was left for a hero to rise or fall on. So it was that when Thorir spoke of his mother's influence, Eben once again was reminded on how alike he was to his brother: Maren, his own parent, had been much the same.
" It seems Einar learned much from father," Eben mumbled, turning his gaze back to Thorir and then past him, to catch the Raveneye. The man was avoided by the other vikingr, thought of as some ill omen, yet he found a place amongst the crew. Talk of gods seemed to have roused him from his normal trance, Eben trying to lift his mouth in a grin but quickly finding his mirth gone. He shuddered and nodded to Thorir.
" There's my reason for at least making an offer to Njörðr before we set sail," The Skald noted, his gaze making it clear whom he spoke of, " I'd imagine Old Raveneye would know much of this Isle of yours as well. His knowledge may serve us in preparing for anything our two heads couldn't conceive of."
~[/section]
[sblock=Eben's Stats]Character Sheet
HP: 30/30
Condition: Normal
Initiative: +1
Perception: +8
[sblock=Combat Stats]AC: 17 Flat: 16 Touch: 11
Fort: 5 Reflex: 2 Will: 5
In Hand: Nothing
Masterwork Longsword: +7, 1d8+3, 19-20/x2
Composite Longbow: +4 1d8+3, 20/x3, 110. ft.
Arrows: 40/40[/sblock]
[sblock=Spells & Powers]Cantrips: Unlimited
Dancing Lights
Know Direction
Mage Hand
Message
Prestidigitation
Read Magic
Level 1: 4/Day
Horn of Pursuit
Moment of Greatness
Read Weather
Timely Inspiration
Windy Escape
Level 2: 2/Day
Invisibility
Mirror Image
Skald Abilities:
Raging Song: 18/18 Rounds Remaining
Powerful Blow: 1/1 Per Day
Born Free: 1/1 Per Day[/sblock]
[sblock=Adventure Notes]Transactions:
Total Coin: 28.03 GP
Game Info:[/sblock][/sblock]
It seemed that's what he and his brother were always between. There was either a treasure trove, or they were poor. They either feasted on succulent roasts and barrels of mead, or the brothers divided stale bread amongst the entire crew. They had been through rough and calm seas together, and so Eben could accept that perhaps, just perhaps, his older brother placed far more emphasis on what they did, rather than any prayer or curse. It was their shields that protected them, their spears that won them glory and gold.
There was some wisdom in this, but Eben also thought it rather unwise to openly invite misfortune: The Wyrd was fickle, and poets knew of many stories where The Wyrd was all that was left for a hero to rise or fall on. So it was that when Thorir spoke of his mother's influence, Eben once again was reminded on how alike he was to his brother: Maren, his own parent, had been much the same.
" It seems Einar learned much from father," Eben mumbled, turning his gaze back to Thorir and then past him, to catch the Raveneye. The man was avoided by the other vikingr, thought of as some ill omen, yet he found a place amongst the crew. Talk of gods seemed to have roused him from his normal trance, Eben trying to lift his mouth in a grin but quickly finding his mirth gone. He shuddered and nodded to Thorir.
" There's my reason for at least making an offer to Njörðr before we set sail," The Skald noted, his gaze making it clear whom he spoke of, " I'd imagine Old Raveneye would know much of this Isle of yours as well. His knowledge may serve us in preparing for anything our two heads couldn't conceive of."
~[/section]
[sblock=Eben's Stats]Character Sheet
HP: 30/30
Condition: Normal
Initiative: +1
Perception: +8
[sblock=Combat Stats]AC: 17 Flat: 16 Touch: 11
Fort: 5 Reflex: 2 Will: 5
In Hand: Nothing
Masterwork Longsword: +7, 1d8+3, 19-20/x2
Composite Longbow: +4 1d8+3, 20/x3, 110. ft.
Arrows: 40/40[/sblock]
[sblock=Spells & Powers]Cantrips: Unlimited
Dancing Lights
Know Direction
Mage Hand
Message
Prestidigitation
Read Magic
Level 1: 4/Day
Horn of Pursuit
Moment of Greatness
Read Weather
Timely Inspiration
Windy Escape
Level 2: 2/Day
Invisibility
Mirror Image
Skald Abilities:
Raging Song: 18/18 Rounds Remaining
Powerful Blow: 1/1 Per Day
Born Free: 1/1 Per Day[/sblock]
[sblock=Adventure Notes]Transactions:
Total Coin: 28.03 GP
Game Info:[/sblock][/sblock]