RPG SHEET Viking profile Title : Finehair - King of Rogaland Age : 46 y/o Place of birth : Norway, Scandinavia
Subject: Closed - Live like legends. Sun Jun 11, 2017 2:54 pm
The sea stood strong that day. Waves made the boats go up and down in the water and most of the people avoided the docks at that time. They had find shelter for the soft rain that was falling out of the sky, only the people that needed to be outside, were outside. Harald was one of them. He had to help that came to deliver supplies by boat. They came from Kattegat, but there was no one he really knew. He did talk with them, asked how things were going in the Kingdom and if there was any news about Ragnar, but nothing. It was a miracle that a man like him could disappear. When the weather went from bad to worse, he invited the people from kattegat into the great hall where they could wait. They accepted Harald his offer and he smiled. ’Excellent, I’ll make sure you get what you want,’ he said before leading them to the Manor. Maybe Halfdan was there too, but it was possible he wasn’t. As Earl he had become a busier person as before. Not that he only did work related stuff, he still tried to enjoy his life.
Fire was already burning in the Great Hall, keeping the place warm for it’s visitors. ’Take a seat and get something to drink,’ he told the people. Harald wanted to join them around the fire, but his eyes fell on a familiar face. Immediately he went his way. He took of his mantel that was wet from the rain and pushed it in the arm of a slave. ’Haskell my friend, come and join us,’ he greeted the man with a gesture to the people sitting around the fire.
Haskell Zoltansson
Thane
PROFIELMessages : 69 Country : Belgium
RPG SHEET Viking profile Title : Age : 35 y/o Place of birth : Skagen
Subject: Re: Closed - Live like legends. Sun Jun 11, 2017 7:53 pm
Haskell
Haskell his devotion always ran two sides, to his family and to his task as a Radningar. Although his work underneath Harald took most of his time, he came home often. Like now, he helped the last of sheep inside the little shed, looking up to the dark clouds packing together on the sky. His parents weren’t that quick anymore, so he helped them preparing the little farm for the storm that would come. In all that time his father was babbling about the gods and what they were trying to say while Haskell himself closed the little gabs in the house that could pull in enough wind to blow the farm right of his feet. This was all so old and both of them refused to live elsewhere, the memories … Haskell swung the belt in which he carried his sword over his shoulder and turned around to his parents. ‘If the sheep’s ran out again in the middle of that storm, don’t go after them.’ He warned the both of them. His father murmured something and shuffled off to the fireplace. ‘I come in the morning if I have some spare time. Don’t go out.’ He placed a kiss on his mother’s forehead and she smiled, petting him softly against the chest. He gave the both of them a last look before he walked outside. The sky didn’t promise much good. A horse would be handy, maybe he should by one sometimes.
He ran the last distant while the rain poured down heavy, making his dark hair even darker within seconds. Everybody had the same thought, taking shelter in their houses and the great hall, leaving the streets empty. Haskell clipped his heavy furred cloak from his shoulders and left it a chair. He took his hair together that wasn’t bound in a knot and pushed the wet rain out of it before a slave girl brought him a cup of ale. He didn’t sat down on the seat, he took the table, his feet resting on the chair he was supposed to sit on while he drank half his cup of ale. He stroke his fingers over the corners of his mouth, looking over to a bunch of strangers around the fire. Every village was typical, that were people from Kattegat. When he heard his own name he looked up to Harald. ‘King Harald.’ He said with a respectful bow before it got more friends alike and he smacked his hand around the elbow of Harald in some kind of handshake. He worked already years for Earl Halfdan, his brother was a package deal in this. He grabbed his cup and followed Harald to the fire. ‘Visitors out of Kattegat, do what do we own this pleasure.’ He joked. Yes, Haskell was a devoted man but he knew how to have a pleasant conversation and evening, with that always came some humor and ale off course.
RPG SHEET Viking profile Title : Finehair - King of Rogaland Age : 46 y/o Place of birth : Norway, Scandinavia
Subject: Re: Closed - Live like legends. Sun Jun 11, 2017 9:11 pm
Harald liked his stay at Skagen with his brother. It was different from Rogaland, but it had a lot of benefits for both of the brothers. Especially for his brother who had become Earl. When the time came Harald had to go back to Rogaland for it was still his Kingdom, but that had to wait. He had bigger plans than going back. The Mediterranean sea was one of them. Though he hadn’t heard from Björn anymore so maybe he needed to bring a visit to Kattegat himself. Without Halfdan if he was too busy. Harald wanted to know what the oldest of Ragnar’s sons was doing with his time. What all the sons were doing actually. For now it had to wait, the Gods didn’t want anyone to leave that moment. They made that clear with the storm that was going on outside. His hair was still dripping from the rain.
There was time for serious matter but there was also time for joy and that was a time like that. He had to make sure the people from Kattegat had a good time for as long as it would take. If he let them leave in the storm, it would end bad. He had greeted Haskell with a typical Viking handshake before inviting him to sit with the rest. ’They brought us some supplies, but I couldn’t let them go back in this weather, could I? There ships would have sunk to the bottom of the ocean if they did,’ he said laughing while placing himself on a chair. Someone thanked him for the kind offer and Haral raised his cup to that. While the men talked further with each other, he turned to Haskell. ’So tell me, what have you been upto lately? I hear lots of stories about your teaching skills.’ A grin crawled upon his face, but it wasn’t the bad kind. Harald took a big sip of his ale before letting the cup rest on his leg. He was sincerely interested in the answer he was going to get. The knew each other longer than that day and Harald trusted the man. It was not for nothing he was Radningar.
Haskell Zoltansson
Thane
PROFIELMessages : 69 Country : Belgium
RPG SHEET Viking profile Title : Age : 35 y/o Place of birth : Skagen
Subject: Re: Closed - Live like legends. Sat Jul 01, 2017 8:51 pm
Haskell
Glad to be in the company of the great hall, surrounded by Halfdan his most loyal people, mostly his brother and with that also a set of travelers from out of Kattegat. Haskell took himself a cup, following Harald to the group, placing himself on a table. Haskell really never was a chair person, he had more use on a table than whatever else that stood lower on the ground. He tried to put every situation into his benefit, being a skill warrior he found potential to fight in every situation. Sitting on a chair won’t give him the speed to draw his sword from his back like he did sitting on a table. It was all calculated with Haskell, one of the reasons Halfdan promoted him to be a Radningar, he could learn young Vikings and shield maiden that and he would surprise them on every opportunity he had. Some hated him for it, others found humor in it. His devotion for the army Halfdan had grew further than only his task, he was detriment to fight for the earl, to make the best out of the people he had to train.
Although the storm was raging outside, it didn’t bother on the inside of these walls here, for there was laughter and amusement. Harald explained him what the travelers were doing here, trading some supplies. ‘Why not?’ Haskell asked laughing when Harald said he couldn’t let them travel back in this weather. ‘But no, you are right, only Skagen ships can contain this kind of weather, isn’t it boys.’ He said to the few Skagen Vikings that said around. They all balder and Haskell laughed, the people of Kattegat did to for it was a joke in his entire context. ‘Sure do tell your queen about our hospitality.’ He pointed one of the traders before he turned his head back to King Harald when he started to talk. Haskell let his head hang for a moment, his wet hair slipping over his shoulder. ‘They should stop telling those stories.’ He began with a smile on his lips, looking into his cup of ale before his face became a little more serious. He looked aside to King Harald. ‘I think they are ready, at least to test them. Their devotion is good, their loyalty even better, they are ready to fight for Halfdan,’ he placed his fist against Harald his shoulder. ‘For you. They are eager to prove themselves Harald.’ He said with a voice of excitement. ‘Only after they prove themselves you can judge over how good or bad those stories are going around about me.’ He smirked, drinking his cup empty way to fast. Did he by the gods loved a stormy evening like this.
Subject: Closed - Live like legends. 
