A dense bank of fog arose from the waves around the viking longships. Hrafn-Floki was sitting against the mast of the Seamaiden when he felt a sudden chill. He looked up to see the encroaching thick blanket of fog. Floki would stand up, eyes widened as he stared out over the darkening waters. His eyes were still shadowed by his crow-shaped black coal eyeliner, the Teiwaz rune painted black on his forehead as he creeped over to the side of the longship and looked down at the water. Tendrils of shadowy clouds lapped against the hulls like ghostly fingers as a dreadful moan floated through the ocean breeze. The waves grew silent, choked by the encroaching fog. Floki looked anxious, startled, excited and spooked as an eiry feeling came over him.
The fog engulfed the longships in an impenetrable veil that shrouded one from another. A foul miasma - the stench of rot, decay, and mildew - drifted through the air as the sea became deathly silent. The vikings would stop rowing, everyone looking to their left and right to the rowers beside them, everyone being quiet all of a sudden. Somewhere in the fog, the creaking of a lone vessel stalked the herd of longships like a shark. It drifted through the water, presence felt but unseen like a phantom, and left a sense of wordless dread in its wake. "I've got a bad feeling about this, Floki" one of the shipmates whispered quietly with fear in his eyes. "So do I" he responded calmly, "so do I..."
As the five longships slowly faded out of sight of one another, Floki the Vitki turned his attention to the men at the back of his ship, signalling for the drummers to sound their drums. BA-BOOM!!!... BOOM, BOOM, BA-BOOM!!! the leather skinned drums were sounded, the loud bass causing ripples in the water, echoing off the coastline's sandy shores. All five longships had drummers on board, and for good reason too. The sound of the drums helped to keep the ships in rhythm and formation, providing a form of echolocation for Hrafn-Floki's leidang and aiding with their navigation.
As the fog got thicker and started to envelop the individual longships, Floki suddenly could no longer see the back of the Seamaiden from his position at its prow. Some of the vikings would use flint and steel with dried moss to lite some torches, providing at least some flaming light as a beacon in the mist. As the drummers kept drumming in slow, paused, rhythmic beats, Hrafn-Floki pulled up the hood on his baggy black hooded cloak and ordered the rowers to row inland slowly. The five longships slowly changed course, navigated by hundreds of torches and the sound of drums as they lifted their sails and headed in towards the coast. The Seamaiden took the lead at the front of the leidang, with the other four longships trailing closely behind them in a Y-formation. The vikings would mount their shields to the side of their longships to create a shield-wall, many of them putting on their helmets and fastening the leather straps on their viking-style armour.
The fog engulfed the longships in an impenetrable veil that shrouded one from another. A foul miasma - the stench of rot, decay, and mildew - drifted through the air as the sea became deathly silent. The vikings would stop rowing, everyone looking to their left and right to the rowers beside them, everyone being quiet all of a sudden. Somewhere in the fog, the creaking of a lone vessel stalked the herd of longships like a shark. It drifted through the water, presence felt but unseen like a phantom, and left a sense of wordless dread in its wake. "I've got a bad feeling about this, Floki" one of the shipmates whispered quietly with fear in his eyes. "So do I" he responded calmly, "so do I..."
As the five longships slowly faded out of sight of one another, Floki the Vitki turned his attention to the men at the back of his ship, signalling for the drummers to sound their drums. BA-BOOM!!!... BOOM, BOOM, BA-BOOM!!! the leather skinned drums were sounded, the loud bass causing ripples in the water, echoing off the coastline's sandy shores. All five longships had drummers on board, and for good reason too. The sound of the drums helped to keep the ships in rhythm and formation, providing a form of echolocation for Hrafn-Floki's leidang and aiding with their navigation.
As the fog got thicker and started to envelop the individual longships, Floki suddenly could no longer see the back of the Seamaiden from his position at its prow. Some of the vikings would use flint and steel with dried moss to lite some torches, providing at least some flaming light as a beacon in the mist. As the drummers kept drumming in slow, paused, rhythmic beats, Hrafn-Floki pulled up the hood on his baggy black hooded cloak and ordered the rowers to row inland slowly. The five longships slowly changed course, navigated by hundreds of torches and the sound of drums as they lifted their sails and headed in towards the coast. The Seamaiden took the lead at the front of the leidang, with the other four longships trailing closely behind them in a Y-formation. The vikings would mount their shields to the side of their longships to create a shield-wall, many of them putting on their helmets and fastening the leather straps on their viking-style armour.