Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-9062114-20131213002725/@comment-17114085-20131213024813

(since i'm still here i'll make one post before i go for real)

Fjol woke up, he had been knocked out. He looked around his room, it was in flames. Some other Skaals kicked in his door and helped him get up. There was a huge whole in the wall, and smoke everywhere. The Whole village was awake all trying to help put out the fire. Fjol was laid on the snow outside his house. Alof the shaman was over him healling his wounds, he was badly burned and had various cuts from the wood. His son, who was only 13 years old was holding his hand crying. Fjol looked at his son

"Where is your mother?" he asked

Fjol's son just kept crying. It was this moment that he figured out why. His fears were confirmed when one of the men from the village brought out from inside the house his wife's corpse. Anger, rage, sadness, anguish and most of all pain, all were emotions Fjol was feeling as he saw the lifeless corpse that used to be his wife.

"I swear by the All-maker i will find out who did this and i will skin them alive!" he screamed into the night, adrenaline filling his body. He got up before the shaman was done healing him, walked into the house and got his weapons and headed out of the village. His son and the shaman tried to stop him but the men of the village held them back as Fjol left into the night half limping with his axe in hand and his bow on his back.