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Post by Deleted on Sept 18, 2013 15:42:39 GMT
Gerath quietly stands beside Garrett with crossed arms looking from one bicep to the next as he alternates flexing them. Even with his own distractions a scowl crosses his face as he begins to get even more restless than he already is. He continues to listen to the words of Steinholf, and a smile crosses his face when he hears the first call to vote as this moot is finally under way.
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Post by Sköll Sønjakten on Sept 18, 2013 16:48:48 GMT
After the feeling of declaration between waring and onslaught began, and shortly after the feeling of further divine intervention, the wolf man stepped forward seeming as if opposition was in his intent. Nevertheless he stood at attention in great respect; chest broad out and back straitened before giving another primal salute to the Bloodied-One.
"As I first came to the low lands your ancestors established, long have I gone under impressions that your people were as every bit of silly and wayward people. However, you are all not your ancestors. You all come from proud litters and packs, but establish minds of your own. And with this understanding you use the very waring your forefathers embraced to come together against a common beast that is the iron grip of society." He barks out, perhaps the most coherent thing to be said by the wolf this entire time he had joined them. Almost seeming like he was taunting their pasts with such talk, although his demeanor shifted to a big broad smile shortly after.
"You've proven not only to me, but the entirety of my race that your strength and unity should not go unrewarded. The Sønjakten Clan stands by the Herald, and will go with his people unto death. You have my blade, the blade of our fallen enemies, and the blade of the Skolldir." He exclaims as he slips out his giant sword to impale it strait down with a CLANG. Standing before it with a bow of his head.
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Post by johan on Sept 18, 2013 18:17:25 GMT
Johan was looking around the hall waiting for any of the actual Chieftains to speak up on the matter but when no one did and the first person to speak up was the outsider Johan moved up beside him. The expression on his face showed that he was conflicted on this matter as he was the last remaining person to speak for his tribe. He looked at Skoll for a moment and then back to Steinholf and then individually at all the Chieftains around who seemed hesitant to act.
He reached up and pulled his longsword from the sheath on his back and the sword looked uneasy in his hand as he never thought he would draw a weapon in this holy place but all the same he took the sword firmly and flipped it around so the blade was toward the ground and stabbed down in a similar fashion.
"The mountain dwellers stand united in this decision and will see the war between brothers and sisters come to an end"
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Post by Deleted on Sept 18, 2013 19:35:16 GMT
Gerath stands there and meets the gaze of first Felda and then Johan as they look around the chieftains in the room. After watching the second person draw their weapon and bury it in the ground Gerath's eyes drop down upon his own blade at his side. What a waste of a sharp edge on a blade, he thinks to himself and shakes his head in obvious disapproval of their actions not the choice behind those actions. Speaking out of turn Gerath interjects, "Brothers, guest, I feel we are getting ahead of ourselves. All Steinholf asks of us right now is for peace, do we agree upon a truce between clans. The vote to bring war to those elsewhere has yet to come. Be patient and handle these questions one at a time so there can be no confusion down the road as how we got to where we are." With that he gives a small nod to Steinholf as a sign of respect to continue and hopefully confirm what he just stated.
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Post by Steinhoff the Blooded on Sept 18, 2013 19:48:07 GMT
Steinholf watches Skoll and Johan speak up. He feels pride in their statements, then Gareth speaks, as much as Steinholf wanted to shout him down for speaking out of turn at a moot, he couldn't rightfully do so without bringing punishment against Skoll as well, while he oath of joining bears good tidings such a vote as was just called was only to be answered by tribal cheiftans...only two of which have spoken. Johan and Steinholf himself.
"The guardian is right, Johan, I will take your statement as a Yay for peace?" he waits for Johan to nod (assuming he does so) "My vote is for peace since I called this vote, that is 2 tribes spoken for, Steinholf looks to Fleda, your vote could settle this matter and end the war Battle Maiden...what say the wolves of Nise?"
Steinholf could feel his insides knotting at the thought of Fleda voting nay and keeping the war alive.
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Post by johan on Sept 18, 2013 19:56:41 GMT
Johan looks to the guardian and then to Johan and does nod at the statement made by the cleric.
"Aye, as I stated, The mountain dwellers will see an end to the war waging between the tribes. I spoke not of bringing war to anyone elsewhere. That is not my decision to make. My blade and my arrows will follow the will of Nise to wherever she may guide them and when that call comes, I will act without question."
*He looks over to Skoll at his side and gives him an approving nod for his actions as he keeps his sword planted where it was and looks to the still silent Chieftains*
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Post by Fleda of the Fang on Sept 18, 2013 21:00:07 GMT
Reaching down, Fleda gently rests a hand on the broad head of her companion. He does not stir, only sits staring forward with a relentless look of determination in his eyes. Her fingers play with the edge of an ear, making it twitch, and she sighs. "Brothers, I am for this union. But I fear it is a hasty decision to turn our blades on people we yet know nothing of. True, we have become expert at killing out own kin, different as we may be,"
She turns her gaze to Steinholf, her expression turning dark, "But let us not forget the hundreds if not thousands of lives that salt the earth we stand on, the lives that made our teeth sharp, our skills sharper. For the glory of Nise, I am for the union and any war to come. But our tribes have much to learn in the ways of trust if we are meant to forge an army for Nise out of the remnants of ancestral feud. Never forget the anger and hatred you've seen in the eyes of the clansmen you are now admitting to being brothers. That same fire burns as fierce in other peoples, and though I know you all as kin in one way or another, beyond our shores are races far more barbaric than us."
The jowls of her wolf turn up into a snarl, the fur on the back of his neck bristling as if he were gearing up for a fight. Fleda sits forward in her chair, gripping her spear in one hand and using it to stand before the table. She sweeps her hand across it, motioning at the bloody battle horn that still pulses with Nise' energy.
"Our goddess wishes us to bring sacrifices of the blood from foreign lands, and she will have it. As she has always had her share of it. But keep in mind the ferocity of the brother who will now fight beside you. Death runs deep in our veins. Contempt and thirst have made us into pure breeds of War. I would not presume the gruesome relics of our pasts will be so easily forgotten, even under the beckon of Nise." Her eyes dart to the Priest, a coy smirk revealing dangerous looking teeth, the four canines filed sharp in her childhood.
"No offense meant to her, Battle Priest. But breeding is breeding, and a taste for family blood, I would think, is a hard taste to shake. All I mean is it might take more than the word of our Goddess to quell the passion in all our hearts."
The icy blue eyes turn away from the priest, moving yet again among the faces gathered. She lingers on each as she speaks, smiling at them all - a beautiful but fierce sense of feminine pride radiating from her. "But it can be done. And will be done. This union will open doors into a world we dared not tread before, and the blood will flow onto Nise's Altar like it has not since the days of our ancestors' wars! We will strike fear into the heart of the Southern World and burn all to the ground who resist. We will forge this union, and be stronger than our ancestors dared to dream! Am I right, brothers?" She nearly howls the last, thrusting her spear into the air.
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Post by johan on Sept 18, 2013 21:46:17 GMT
Johan looks slightly confused at several parts during Felda's speech, especially at her sudden turn of momentum from advising caution, to bringing bloodshed. By the end of her speech it was clear he was still trying to follow it all but when she thrust her spear in the air and made the declaration of strength the confused look disappeared and was replaced with his own rallying cry as he pulled his sword from the ground and thrust it into the air as well as he was swept up on the sudden exclamation from her.
When the cries died down and the room was at an appropriate sound level again Johan turned to Felda.
"Your words are wise, and there may be some dissent between your tribes that have yet to be worked out but rest assured that the Mountain dwellers have no desire for the blood of kin and we never did. My war was waged as Nise had decreed it. With her blessing the past is in the past and I welcome the tribes back with open arms. The wars waged should not be forgotten, but they should not be held onto as a reason to distrust our kin and hold grudges for those we lost."
"I have lost just as much, if not more than anyone here and I will continue to grieve for my kinsman and remember them for their honor and glory in battle and know that they are the reason I am the warrior I am today"
*He looks around the room* "Just as all of you should... We have spent decades killing each other but who here has done so out of actual malice towards one another? Remember the war for the warrior it molded you into as was Nise's will. We are all here, and have all survived because it was as Nise willed it. Even if you can not yet trust your returned brothers and sisters. Trust in Nise's will"
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Post by Steinhoff the Blooded on Sept 18, 2013 22:33:18 GMT
Steinholf cheered with Fleda at the end...however she had good points that needed to be addressed.
"Point one of this moot is settled..." said in a whisper as if in awe and disbelief "...the tribes are at peace." Steinholf stands rhere simply stunned for a moment before shaking his head and with renewed fervor addresses the tribal leaders again.
"We move to the next point we have an envoy here from the Skolldir who wishes to present himself as ally to the moot. I Steinholf will endourse his right to speak at the moot and ask that my brothers and sisters bear wittness to his words before we vote on acceptance of his proposal" Steinholf steps away from the altar and motions to Skoll.
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Post by Sköll Sønjakten on Sept 19, 2013 0:38:03 GMT
After returning his colossal blade back to it's respective place upon his back, the envoy bows his head in recognition to Steinholf's offer while he makes his way up to the altar to stand in the herald's place. As he made his way he took into great consideration of two major points. A statement and notion that was so adequately put by the wild woman who stood before them. The Skolldir had no idea of such a tribe of humans that would hold so much compassion for the ways their distant cousins retained their simple but effective bouts of primal instinct and companionship. Surely something that the Skolldir themselves once cherished being what they were but had long since disappeared with the swift death of their old masters. However, in this wake she still managed to keep a firm mind of the situation all these once conflicting tribes experienced as opposed to simply retaining their common goal. He took Fleda's words to heart which was not something he had expected from a human, but then again she wasn't like the rest of them for sure. Then on the other hand, the Skolldir felt a great sympathy for the ranger who he 'befriended' during his hunts for the Moot. As dissimilar as their people were the two men themselves retained the same sorrow each one had to bear against; and yet, Johan's acceptance of being the last of his kind was definitely not something Skoll could ignore. He was a survivor, a warrior, and someone who would not see his people die so discourteously from the very conflicts they fell to. Taking both these factors in the wolf man spoke.
"Compelling passion befalls many of you humans who reside here. I have to say, my ancestors were rather wrong about you all. Not only do each and every one of you have a thirst for battle and a heart for war, you also keep what you all value close in mind and honor it. Whether it be the woes and lessons of your past, or the ambitions of your future." Started at first before laying his hands upon the table looking over the rest of them. "I am not a creature of... broad knowledge and negotiation, none of my kind are. But, if I could see this sort of passion with my own eyes, I speak for the rest of my people in that they would to. Thus I propose this." The Skolldir stands up strait again, to pour in the empty tankard a full stout of ale. From this he lifts the tankard up and raises it.
"Great Clans of Nise, my people can not be here to break bread and share with you the fruits of their own labors today. This is because, much like many of you who have periled through your disagreements and self waring, have diminished throughout the ages to never see their kind again. Our kin were taken from us, this much is certain, and nothing can bring them back. But, this does not have to be the gods' verdict upon our land and heritage. I set out to ensure such mass extinction rather it be from monsters or man will NEVER see the light of day without OUR say in it. We are not gone from this land, and we will show the world that we are not to be trifled with! So my new, soon to be, brothers and sisters... I offer you my sword, my resolve, and my spirit in hopes that together we'll SHOW the 'High Queen', the neighboring lands, the 'superior' societies that our flames will never be put out! What say you all? Do you accept our brotherhood?" He asked to each and every one of them with a shout, then quickly took a large drink of the mead. Slamming it down and quickly sliding the tankard across the table strait to them all as a symbol of acceptance. Should they chose to take and drink from it.
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Post by johan on Sept 19, 2013 5:32:12 GMT
Johan stood there and smiled a moment as it was decided that peace would come between the tribes and shared a silent nod of approval with Steinholf after the cheering had subsided. He then watched as Skoll went and took his place at the podium and his grin only grew wider as he listened to the wolfman's words. It was true that over the last few days in preperation for the moot he and Skoll had bonded on a level that Johan had not known in years and he had grown to see Skoll as a friend.
After Skolls encouraging words Johan re-sheathed his sword and approached the tankard and Skoll. He looked at the other chieftains as he picked up the tankard being used to symbolize the acceptance of his proposal and takes a long drink before setting it back down. He extends his hand to Skoll and says "If nothing else, The mountain dwellers welcome you" as he clasps Skolls arm and gives him a strong handshake.
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Post by Garrett the Clanless on Sept 25, 2013 18:02:57 GMT
Garrett leaned back in his chair, giving a small smile. Gaining peace had been far easier than he had expected, having assumed some kind of debate or discussion would have exploded before any votes were unanimous. But here they were... at peace... for now. He nodded as the wolf-man was welcomed to the fold, a bit indifferent on that matter.
He glanced over to the cleric Steinhoff, eagerly awaiting the next order of business.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 28, 2013 4:13:49 GMT
Gerath folds his arms in frustration about the lack of commitment to this moot that was meant to change everything. Gerath slowly makes eye contact with each chieftain and begins to speak, "Brothers.... sister, Sköll Sønjakten of the Skolldir has spoken and wishes to be one with the tribes as the representative of the Skolldir. Know that it was by the will of Nise that he was made aware of this moot and made himself known to us at this most auspicious of times. If no one will speak up then I will. Sköll of the Skolldir, I would be honored to fight beside you." With that he took a step back to his place beside the magi and once again became quiet.
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Post by johan on Sept 28, 2013 4:41:35 GMT
Johan looked over to Gerath and gave him an approving nod as before Gerath, Johan had been the only one to speak up and welcome Skoll.
"Well said Gerath" *Johan looked at Skoll and gave him a strong clasp on the back as he almost slapped his shoulder in his in his excitement at the possibility of having his new friend join the fold. He looked back to the Chieftains and met each of their eyes as he waited for an answer*
"The mountain dwellers and representative of the Order of Odin have spoken and given their approval. What say the rest of you in this new time of peace?"
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