The cold chill of early morning air sends goosebumos over your chest as you draw your pelt blanket closer over yourself in your bed. The stray and cloth warm from a night of absorbing your body heat.
"Get up!" You hear a voice call and hands shaking you
You groan and roll over squinting at the white light outlining the figure in your cottage. Britton looks at you, her dirty blond hair tied into a tight bun behind her head. She yanks the blanket off exposing your near naked body, you pull back the blanket to cover yourself and give her a grunt.
"You have your test today, you know you can't miss it if you want to go on the next raid. Unless you'd rather farm for the rest of your life." Her words spur you into action as you remember today is your test of might to see if you have the ability to keep up on the raids now that the winter is dying down. You let the pelt fall and rush to your trunk digging through for your leather pants and your brynja. You get yor armor and clothes on before going to grab the gift your father brought back last raiding season.
He brought you...
>A sword and shield
>A hand axe and shield
>A double edged battleaxe
>A two handed greatsword
>A warhammer
>A dane axe
>A bow and saxe knife
>Two black iron gauntlets
>A spear and pack of javelins
>>1410352
>A dane axe
>>1410355
second
>>1410352
>A warhammer
An range dude for a change would be nice...although my second option would be dane axe.
>A bow and saxe knife
>>1410352
>A dane axe
>>1410352
>Two black iron gauntlets
>>1410352
>A bow and saxe knife
Viking Ranger is a cool setup you basically never see.
>>1410352
>>A dane axe
>>1410352
>A bow and saxe knife
Why not.
>>1410352
>A bow and saxe knife
For a change, I'm tired of always playing melee vikings
>>1410352
>>A dane axe
Axe vikings are true vikings not pussies with bows
>>1410352
>>A hand axe and shield
>>1410352
>Two Black iron gauntlets
You grasp the finely made wooden long bow from its pegs on your wall. Your father retrieved it from an englishman he killed in battle and given your known love of bows and the outdoors he thought of you. The slender dark wood glistens from the oil you rubbed into it last night and the string sits coiled in the small wooden box on the shelf next to it, alongside your quiver.
You quickly string the bow and nock an arrow to test it out, you fully draw it with no problem. Your back and shoulder muscles, accustomed to this motion due to years training, feel no strain holding the string for a few seconds before slowly easing it to resting position. You grab your thigh scabbard and saxe knife, inspecting the polished steel and admiring the light blue hue before sheathing it. As you march past Britton she holds out an arm to stop you, grasped in the fist is your cloak, a mottled grey and black to help you blend in with the bleak landscape. You nod a thanks and clasp the cloak before jogging to the village.
You notice the large crowd gathered in the center, ranger instincts kick in and you hang back. You watch as your father stands in the center with a massive wooden club grasped in his hands, the head covered by thick cloth to lessen the damage. A small boy, you remember his name is Sven, circles your father with a large axe that is clearly to heavy for him. You also see Yarm, your older brother watching with interest.
>Approach Yarm
>Hang back and watch
>Other
>>1411195
>Approach Yarm
>>1411195
>Approach Yarm
Ask whats up?
>>1411195
>>Approach Yarm
>Approach Yarm
>>1411195
Hang back and watch like a Ranger would. Maybe you can spot something you can use as an advantage from watching
>>1411195
>Approach Yarm
Bonding time with big bro.
Is OP ded?
>>1412508
Ye probably