>>6013360I'm there for you. And this seems like a nice moment for Sarrick to try to get Mulrog on board with his plan for the Baersonlings. In reality I'm not even sure this will do much beyond being kind of cool, but there we go.
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The hunt continues. A pair of great sea beasts trapped in two pools almost close enough to touch one another. The warbands of Sarrick and Mulrog swarmed around them. Gangs of warriors distracted the great beasts with insults and thrown weapons, only for others to run between the two beasts, braving a gauntlet of flailing tentacles to prove their skill and courage. The two warbands cheered their own, heckled the other. For a time, at least, any possible enmity was forgotten for a time, replaced by the thrill of a deadly challenge, something Hung, Kurgan or Norscan all had equal appetite for.
Sarrick and Mulrog stood together to watch their underlings.
“That youth,” said Sarrick, pointing. Before them Sjur threw himself to one side, a massive tentacle cracking the ice where he had stood a moment before. The young warriors scrambled to his feet and ran on, clearing the gauntlet to the cheers of his friends on the other side. “A young prince of the Baersonlings. When Krantigarh's beasts stormed the walls of Urslo he fought them, while his father and brothers hid in their hall and offered tribute. He is young yet, but he shows some promise. He asked me to help him kill his father. It is a warriors duty to be loyal to his lord, but it is a lords duty to be strong, to lead. I think the father betrayed the son first, so I will help him, to right a wrong in the eyes of the Gods, and to put a stronger guard to our back next season as we burn Kislev. You sail to Urslo after our hunt anyway, why not join young Sjur and I in a trip to the king's hall?”
