The shadow of a single ship peered through the haze. Cold ocean waters lapped against its sides even as a deathly stillness gripped its deck like a foul miasma. A black jolly roger, bearing a deformed skull, drifted in the chilling breeze. Hrafn-Floki's leidang was not unaware, though. The sudden dreery fog had the vikings alarmed with sharp eyes. Barely did the ghostly ship even appear before Hrafn-Floki was informed.
A chorus of wails, dark and terrible and dripping with poisonous terror, fell upon the viking fleet. Yet all thousand of them were well prepared as the ghostly apparitions materialized upon and below their decks, with no sign and no warning, causing the vikings to draw their weapons. Most of them were already in full armor, and prepared to defend themselves from whatever the waters might bring.
The ghostly crew glowed with cold blue auras, gaunt faces shrouded by spectral mist and cowls, but their forms were as transparent as sleet under the light of a full moon. The wraiths drew longswords from their sides, gripped them with both skeletal hands, and raised them in a vertical salute. It was at that moment that the kattrfylking jumped into action. Hrafn-Floki was not the greatest of warriors, or commanders, but he was gifted in his own way, and had been sure to bring 50 kattrfylking with him on his voyage. The volvur would instantly raise their sheep horns and sound off, the reverberations of the ivory bugles causing the fog to desist as magical soundwaves penetrated deep into the minds of the Deathweavers, despite their ghostly forms.
The pirates had planned to wait before they attacked, with the hope of spreading fear. But the volvur were quick to stop them instantly in their tracks. The wraiths swung wide but purposefully like reapers before grain - their phantasmal blades bypassing all nonmagical armor with ease - and missing entirely as the sharp sound of the viking bugles caused them to stumble and miss their marks, forcing the pirates to indiscriminately cut down some of the other pirates beside them, cutting their own forces in half.
The soundwaves caused the fog to spread and thin out, allowing Hrafn-Floki to see not only the Deathweavers ghost ship with its Jolly Roger flag blowing wildly with the breeze, but also the pirate apparitions which had boarded the back of his ship. Floki the Vitki giggled, now partially amused as he raised two fingers before himself, stroking the black painted Teiwaz symbol on his forehead. "Everyone at arms!!! Angradi shouted as he reached for his shield. Floki quietly muttered to himself while drawing forth his axe and slowly walking towards the back of the Seamaiden, where his vikings had already formed a shield-wall, attempting to block off the ghostly pirates as they sought to over-run his ship.
A chorus of wails, dark and terrible and dripping with poisonous terror, fell upon the viking fleet. Yet all thousand of them were well prepared as the ghostly apparitions materialized upon and below their decks, with no sign and no warning, causing the vikings to draw their weapons. Most of them were already in full armor, and prepared to defend themselves from whatever the waters might bring.
The ghostly crew glowed with cold blue auras, gaunt faces shrouded by spectral mist and cowls, but their forms were as transparent as sleet under the light of a full moon. The wraiths drew longswords from their sides, gripped them with both skeletal hands, and raised them in a vertical salute. It was at that moment that the kattrfylking jumped into action. Hrafn-Floki was not the greatest of warriors, or commanders, but he was gifted in his own way, and had been sure to bring 50 kattrfylking with him on his voyage. The volvur would instantly raise their sheep horns and sound off, the reverberations of the ivory bugles causing the fog to desist as magical soundwaves penetrated deep into the minds of the Deathweavers, despite their ghostly forms.
The pirates had planned to wait before they attacked, with the hope of spreading fear. But the volvur were quick to stop them instantly in their tracks. The wraiths swung wide but purposefully like reapers before grain - their phantasmal blades bypassing all nonmagical armor with ease - and missing entirely as the sharp sound of the viking bugles caused them to stumble and miss their marks, forcing the pirates to indiscriminately cut down some of the other pirates beside them, cutting their own forces in half.
The soundwaves caused the fog to spread and thin out, allowing Hrafn-Floki to see not only the Deathweavers ghost ship with its Jolly Roger flag blowing wildly with the breeze, but also the pirate apparitions which had boarded the back of his ship. Floki the Vitki giggled, now partially amused as he raised two fingers before himself, stroking the black painted Teiwaz symbol on his forehead. "Everyone at arms!!! Angradi shouted as he reached for his shield. Floki quietly muttered to himself while drawing forth his axe and slowly walking towards the back of the Seamaiden, where his vikings had already formed a shield-wall, attempting to block off the ghostly pirates as they sought to over-run his ship.