Meanwhile... [Hysterians]

[PIME2]

DATE & TIME : Dawn of June 6
WEATHER CONDITIONS : Cloudy
CHARACTERS INVOLVED : Hysterians (controlled by Pime2, Redkitebait and Luna)
PREVIOUS THREADS ? Prelude to war (technically parallel thread but meh)

[Baldr Bjorg]

(I hope you don’t mind if I occasionally do the minor action of your NPCs. I’ve done it purely because I need the interaction with my character. I shall colour coordinate “Things said by Red”, “Things by Luna” and “Things by me”)

Baldr glared at the cliff, he could see the Hooligans that there, watching us. “Not today,”[/b] he muttered to himself, then started to repeat with loader volume, “Not today, not today, not today!”[/b] He turned away and grabbed his head. He knew he wasn’t in the best condition for a fight now, he could feel his madness still in him. It was dissipating, but he knew from experience that it wasn’t going to be gone by midday at the earliest, probably closer to a day or two.

It was why he’d given an ultimatum rather than attack straight away. He knew he should not be in a battle in this mode; he wouldn’t be able to control himself. Some of his brethren would think of his madness as a blessing, he knew otherwise. It was the thing that kept trying to destroy him, might destroy him today.

“Baldr?” [/b] he slid his hands down and looked at the man by him. It was our head healer. Baldr smiled at him. “Don’t worry,”[/b] he said, “I’ll be fine.”[/b] He knew about Baldr’s madness, and he was probably one of the few men Baldr trusted for advice. He smiled at the healer then turn round and started to walk further into the camp.

”Alright!”[/b] He shouted so that everyone could hear, “It looks like Berk couldn’t wait another two days for our deal to run out. This means one of two things. Either they really haven’t got our leader to be.” [/b] His smile increased as he heard the some laughter dotted around the place, “Or their hiding her here and are going to fight for her. Of course we don’t know which one it is, so we must assume the latter until proven otherwise.”[/b] He heard cheering around the place. Some people really did want to get killed, Baldr thought to himself, must really want to take their enemies to Valhalla a lot.

“So! I think it’s time we get ready for war ourselves! Starting with some target practice.” [/b] The main pro of having this mania problem, he found, was that he always came up with better lines, and he enjoyed himself much more. “Prepare the catapults and trebuches to aim at the cliff, but don’t fire until I say.” [/b] I still have a lot more to prepare.

[REDKITEBAIT]

Theraputix, the head healer was one of the few medics awake right now. He scoffed. Even though it was still dark, the opposing army crested the brow of the hill, along with hideous silhouettes of all sorts of dragons. And his medic teams were nearly all sleep. Giving a light kick in the ribs of one, the man snorted, waking from his stupor.

"Get ready. It's almost time." He said simply. The younger man nodded, though slightly grumpy from the rude awakening. He began to wake everyone up, but Theraputix had already left the scene.

Leaving the sleeping medics behind, he found Baldr awake further ahead. Everyone else was awake, which made Theraputix even more unhappy. Just because they were not fighting, it didn't mean they could relax. Some of the medics would be staying here; some would be on the field. Someone had to keep an eye on Baldr after all.

Approaching the leader, the healer could tell instantly that Baldr had not been taking the remedy that Theraputix had entrusted him with. He was clutching his head, obviously frustrated. Catching some last few words, Theraptuix couldn't help but be concerned.

“Baldr?” Theraputix was one of Baldr's closest men, he knew that too, which made him less afraid of the berserker Hysterian. Baldr insisted he was fine; Theraputix begged to differ, but said nothing. The warrior turned away from the healer, adressing his army.

The speech got him thinking about his old student. The to-be Hysterian leader was definitely an oddball, much like their whole family, but different. This one was much more caring, and not just for humans either. The child had a great interest in dragons, but not an interest in their demise... no, but an actual interest that fascinated her.

There was a crack of thunder overhead, as if to signal the start of the war. Whilst the artillery was being set up to fire, a pitter-patter sound began to echo through the ranks. It had begun to rain. It started lightly, but soon the heavens themselves opened, and it quickly became a full out downpour. Whoops and cries could be heard around the camp. Dragons could not breath fire when wet, and some couldn't even fly in the treacherous weather. Threaputix smiled, looking up at the sky. It seemed that Thor would be on their side during this fight.

[PIME2]

[Baldr Bjorg]

Baldr walked into his tent and pulled out his horn and twiddled it in his hand, looking at the ingravings on it.

“It’s time, Baldr.”

Baldr smiled at the comment, “I know, I know,” he muttered, the trepidation was gone, “Keeping an eye out for things there are we, Rags?”

“Of course,” Rags replied, “Threaputix is worried about you,”

Baldr nodded and looked out, “He’s just concerned just because I haven’t taken his meds.”

“Don’t be so cavalier,” Rags complained as he turned back in and grabbed his sword and started farsened it to him, “You should be taking that you know.”

“Why?” He asked, sheath now attached to his waist, “it doesn’t stop anything and it makes it hard for me to concentrate. I’d rather risk not taking it than risk getting killed because I had. An anyway, I’ve got you to keep me inline.”

“Don’t even joke like that, You know I can’t help if your madness takes over, I’ll be helping it.” she almost shouted.

Baldr nodded, “I know, you’ll be just as bad as me,” He picked his helmet up, “But I still like feeling your presence. Even if you have been dead for over twenty years.”

He left the empty tent and started to walk out when he felt something hit his head. He looked up and his face lit up. It was raining. “looks like we’ve got a few gods fighting on our side after all.”

[Warrior]

(OOC: Warrior is the designated name I am using for the NPC character I am following, I don’t need a name for him, so I haven’t given him one.)

The warrior smiled, as Baldr gave his speech. He liked Baldr, of all the men he’d served under, he felt Baldr was one of the best. He knew how to lead. The Warrior couldn’t understand why they’d come here other than for some light relief. We already had the perfect replacement for leader, and why should we settle for an underage girl who may not even be alive? Baldr went into his tent for a minute, to get ready.

And then the rain started, slowly at first and then it shot down. The warrior didn’t like this. It was bad luck to fight in the rain. Baldr came out of the rain and then ran forwards. “Warriors! It seems we have luck with us. They had the advantage up until now, but with rain come our advantage. Their dragons can’t use their fire, their flight will be damaged and we are the defended ones. So long as we don’t attack first we will have the gods on our side. It’s bad luck to fight in the rain, but there’s much more bad luck for them than there is for us. Just hold steady and wait for their attack.” Then their commander pressed the end of his horn to his lips and blew on it...for the second time.

(Reference to something that hasn’t been written yet in deadlines...Also, the hooligans will be able to hear that an think that the Hysterians are declaring war, when in fact Baldr’s just egging them on. :3)