Headstrong Vikings and their Misadventures

[little red]

~ For me, UltraByte, Tani, and Indie ~

Formerly known by said RPers as 'Into the Fog'. Changed because there was already an RP with a similar title.

((Ahaaa... so, we all remember the basic plot, right? ^^; ))

Rowan Thorston was quickly getting frustrated in his attempt to build a boat, and was seriously considering giving up on the project even though his father practically badgered him into it.

"It'll be good for you to build your own boat. Learn to have some independence," he could hear his father saying. It had been repeating in his mind since he started working that morning, and willed him not to give up, but now... no. He was done.

He threw his hammer aside and sank to his bottom with a heavy sigh, right in the soggy sand where the waves just barely licked the shore. He put a palm to his forehead, shoved his fingers up through his hair, and looked up at his dragon, Ragnaros, who was a Marsh Tiger.

"Screw it," he mumbled. "I can fish like it's second nature, and yet I fail at building a boat. I mean, I grew up watching boats being built - you'd think I'd know something!"

He paused and looked out longingly at the ocean.

"If I had my own boat, just think of the adventures we could have, Ragny," he mused to his dragon. "I wouldn't have to keep asking Dad to use his. We could just take off whenever we wanted to, and go where we wanted to go." He stood to his feet, wiped off his pants, and motioned for Ragnaros to follow him. "C'mon, let's take a break and go out into the woods for a while. We can go catch fish in the stream or something."

[Tani]

((Great beginning Red! C:

I just want to say we should put some order here, since we are 4 people roleplaying. I think I should be the second one to post, as Ragnaros is Rowan's dragon. I promise I will post today, so this post will be edited.))

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Ragnaros was having some fun with the waves, pouncing and hitting them with his claws and tail. The Marsh Tiger looked at Rowan’s hammer as it flew through the air. The Viking already gave up? Ragnaros glanced at him, shaking his wings and producing a grunt.

-If you didn’t notice, I have wings! –he wanted to say.

Though, to be honest, a boat would be really useful for long journeys, and they could bring with them food and more supplies.
As he heard the word “fish”, Ragnaros flapped his wings to elevate his body over the sea waves and flew towards Rowan, catching him with his claws and flying to the forest.

The dragon landed in a clearing and put down his “prey”, impatient.

[little red]

((This is not an RP post. xDDD

I agree on the whole having an order of posters here... so things stay organized and everyone gets a chance to reply in their time.

Suggested order: Me, Tani, Indie, then Ultra... since our characters are originally from Berk, we need to have them meet up first and then find Chess somewhere in the woods. Sound good to everyone? ^^))

red

[UltraByte]

((Sounds good to me. Also, I started school recently, so I may be a bit busy with homework and the tutoring job I'm doing this semester. I'm sure I'll still be on as much, but who knows when a huge assignment pops out of nowhere.))

[Indie]

Nearby where Rowan and Ragnaros had landed, Valkyrie Havoc lay stretched out on her own; completely encased on all sides by the spiny neck of her own dragon, Sloane; who had fallen asleep on the spot with a slowly cooling ring of fire keeping the both of them warm in the damp, clammy air of Berk. As her faithful war dragon companion snored beside her, Valkyrie chewed a piece of dried mutton ("sheep jerky", she called it), watching the stirring mist as Sloane's wings flapped in his his sleep...no doubt the old fool was dreaming about flying again.

She loved days like this...days where all she could do was lie on her back and stare up at the sky, clearing her mind of everything and anything that had happened to her in the village that day. Not like there was anything that she had to forget...it was just easier to organize her thoughts when her mind was clearer. She liked it better when she had less complex things to train her energy on...like this.

Thankfully, no one was there in her clearing to disturb her. Valkyrie grimaced as she remembered the last time someone had invaded her privacy; some stick of a girl who went by the name of Avalon had decided to waltz in on her one day during her meditations and she snapped. She remembered threatening to beat the girl's face in, only hesitating when she had shown to be no threat (not to mention that seeing Valkyrie upset had caused Sloane to step in and nearly charcoal the girl). Nonetheless, it made an amusing memory.

And now Avalon was back in the village, bunking with the Havocs as she continued her research, but since Valkyrie wasn't much of a people person she still continued to retreat to this spot in the woods, this time accompanied by her huge guardian to scare off any other pesky intruders.

However...it wouldn't really work if the "intruder" had a dragon himself.

Sloane had been the one to hear them at first; although his hearing was failing him it was still much sharper than a human's, and the amount of noise from Rowan and Ragnaros' landing distracted him enough to rise from his slumber. The vision in his one good eye quivered with interference, and the elderly dragon huffed a cloud of smoke as he shook his head in annoyance. Not more humans...

Valkyrie was immediately pulled from her reverie as Sloane let out a low growl, the teeth beneath his skullmet glistening as he pointed his snout toward some slight disturbance to the east of them. Propping herself up on her elbows and messing with her winged helmet to keep it centered on her head, Valkyrie followed Sloane's gaze with her battle-hammer at the ready...but she couldn't hear the commotion that was distracting the huge beast. "Sloane...what is it, you old codger?" she said teasingly, tugging gently on the part of Sloane's beard that dangled within her reach. The old dragon huffed again, unable to tune out the noise, and Valkyrie's grin fell as she realized that Sloane wasn't messing with her.
"Ugh...people nearby again?" The young Viking got to her feet, the soft earth squishing a little under her feet as the weight of her stocky, well-toned body was shifted fully upright. Sloane followed suit, although he sank much deeper into the humus, even with four legs to distribute the weight. Uncoiling his spade-tipped tail, he lowered the flat part to allow Valkyrie to climb up the length, and snapped to attention once she situated herself in the leather riding seat mounted just between his wings and the nape of his neck.

"Alright old boy...you know the drill. Trespassers will be prosecuted," Valkyrie said with a wry smile, tugging back slightly on the reins. Sloane let out an acknowleding roar, and began to start forward, squinting his good eye to avoid letting his reduced depth perception to get in the way of finding these ignorant humans who dared to invade his rider's territory.

[UltraByte]

A small white dragon flew out of the forest and into the clearing. It glided for a few seconds, then dropped to the ground to rest quickly. A young girl followed after him at a walking pace.

"Hey, Hutch, don't over-exert yourself." She put her left arm out for the Shoulder Raptor to perch on, which he quickly did. She patted his head, "I know you're trying to get stronger, but you gotta pace yourself, buddy."

Chess and her dragon companion had finally been found out by her father. He was an older viking and had that hatred towards dragons. When he found out about Hutch, he threw a tantrum at her, which consisted of logs being thrown through the air and him yelling at her to get out of his house.

Though it wasn't all bad. Chess had always yearned to travel and spend time in Berk. She was stuck at the forest home all her life. Well, she went to Berk once with her father, but that was when she was very young.

"Well," Chess sighed, looking back to where she came from, "Good riddance, dad. I'm off to make my own life."

Hutch snorted at her comment, and blew a tiny flame in agreement. Chess giggled, patted his head again, and started down the clearing, towards where the commotion was going on.

((I haven't RPd in freaking forever... so yeah I suck at it.))

[little red]

((OH STOP ULTRA. Your post was FINE. And you'll only get better as you continue, so don't worry! ^^))

Rowan was dropped into a clearing in the woods by his playful dragon, and he hit the ground in a half-run, half-trip, laughing loudly the entire time. It wasn't the first time Ragnaros had chosen to grab his rider by the arms and fly him through the air, instead of letting him ride comfortably on the dragon's back. No, the universal law of friendship seemed to include abuse, and they gave it to each other regularly - out of love, of course.

"Ragny, if you do that again, you're getting eel rations!" he laughed, rubbing his arms where Ragnaros's strong feet had clenched. He slowly looked around to familiarize himself, and figured that the stream wasn't too far off. With his faithful dragon beside him, he walked ahead and thought he smelled something drifting his way. Familiar. Like... smoke from a dragon.

He wasn't ignorant of the fact that dragons did indeed live in these woods, but he never imagined that one would be sitting out here in a wide open clearing - until he looked to his left.

A huge, dark-grey dragon stood tall and menacingly in the clearing, snorting out little clouds of sulfur from its nostrils, as if ready to attack. It made Rowan catch his breath and instinctively grab onto Ragnaros's neck... when he tilted his head and noticed someone atop the dragon. Immediately, his face fell.

"Valkyrie, really?" he called, stepping closer to the two. He already knew Valkyrie quite well, as she was also a resident of the village. "You really thought it was necessary to just about give me a heart attack? Chill out, it's just Ragny and me." He paused and slowly shoved his hands into his pockets, looking back up at her with a haphazard, goofy-looking grin. "You uhh... wanna go fishing with us?"

[Tani]

Ragnaros smelt the dragon too and immediately took an aggressive position, grunting at the direction the smell came, showing his teeth. The Marst Tiger was prepared to defend Rowan, even if the other dragon was bigger than him.

Suddenly, he could distinguish the smell. It belonged to Sloane, Valkiria’s dragon, one of the Vikings from the village.

Even when Sloane showed himself, Ragnaros didn’t change his attitude. He didn’t like other dragons, and the old Sloane was not an exception.

-Come here if you dare!-he roared.- Touch Rowan and you are dead!

"You uhh... wanna go fishing with us?"

Ragnaros looked back at Rowan, with grimace of reproach.

[Indie]

"Actually, I'm quite disappointed that it's just you," Valkyrie retorted, poking her head out from behind Sloane's neck to stare Rowan and his strange, purple-eyed dragon in the face. "If I was going to be pulled away from my relaxation time by some haphazard wanderer who can't seem to keep quiet, I at least wanted to fight someone worth fighting."

Valkyrie knew Rowan; the guy had caused quite a stir in the village when he brought in his unusual dragon friend...fresh from the wild and totally unaccustomed to Vikings, especially since Rowan had once said that Ragnaros had been attacked the first time he set foot in Berk. She'd played a part in helping him train it, even though she didn't see how she could be of use when Ragnaros seemed to follow him without protest anyway. Still...it made her feel quite superior that the mighty son of Astrid and Tuffnut needed help from a commoner like herself.

*

Don't you get cocky with me, hatchling! Sloane snorted right back at the Marsh Tiger, holding his ground while Valkyrie and Rowan called across to each other and keeping his wings slightly raised to protect the rider on his back. You are in our territory; do you realize that? Valkyrie and I have just about every right to be here than you and your "Rowan" do, so some degree of respect would be much appreciated, especially to your elder!
Sloane NEVER liked getting talked back to, especially from ignorant young dragons who tried to stand up against him as if he were only an inch tall, as Ragnaros seemed to be doing. What was worse...he had dealt with this foolhardy young thing before; in the village. He was the new dragon, the trainee, the one brought straight from the wild and being taught to trust Vikings for the first time ever. Though his conditioning was going very well...he was still extremely cocky.

"You uhh...wanna go fishing with us?"

It was Rowan who was speaking to Valkyrie now, his hands tucked into the pockets in his clothing and staring up at the black-haired Viking with the funniest grin Sloane had ever seen. It took all that he had to keep from letting out a smoky guffaw, before cocking his head to hear Valkyrie's response.

*

"...What the hell is that?" Valkyrie laughed at Rowan's expression. "Did you swallow a bug or something while you were talking, or what's up with the face?" She shrugged at his question. "I don't see why not...guess I have nothing better to do, I suppose."

[UltraByte]

Chess strode up a hill as she continued down the path towards Berk. She wanted to run all the way there; she certainly had the energy to do so. However, she liked the scenic route she was on, so she decided to relish in her surrounding scenery.

Hutch was perched on her arm. He suddenly stuck his head into the air and started to smell it. It was a peculiar smell, and it took him a bit to realize what the smell came from. He started to growl slightly.

"Hutch, what's wrong?" Chess stopped walking at the top of the hill. Looking down it, she saw a group of figures: vikings and dragons. She gasped slightly, "Other people?"

A small smirk formed. Without thinking, she raised her free arm into the air and wove it around. She called out, "Hello down there!"

[little red]

((Oh gods you guys this is already great. x3 Indie, I LOVED your little summary of Rowan and Val's history and what had previously happened. ))

Rowan's face fell and he bit his lip, feeling his face flushing red at Valkyrie's comment. He cleared his throat and looked down at his feet as he scuffled them in the damp earth.

He could feel Ragnaros's eyes angrily beaming into his side, as if he were angry for inviting Valkyrie and her dragon along. He glanced over at Ragnaros and gave him a quick pat on the head, as if to assure him it was fine. He motioned for Valkyrie to follow.

"C'mon, the stream's just down here," he said, beginning to walk off. He gave a shrug as he slowly walked along. "I didn't bring any fishing equipment... I hope that's all right. I mean, I don't really use equipment anyway." He gave a forced, stupid-sounding laugh at his own words, yet continued talking as if Valkyrie were actually interested. "Yanno, since I fish with my hands and stuff. You ever try fishing with your hands? There's only a few who've actually gotten good at it... one of those few being me..."

He trailed off in mid-sentence when a shout from a female voice echoed their way. He turned his head toward the sound and squinted his eyes to see a young girl standing about 500 feet away, with a small, white dragon perched on her arm and waved at them with her other.

Rowan glanced over at Valkyrie with a confused look on his face. "Who the hell is that?" he quietly hissed.

He turned back to the girl, loosening his grip on Ragnaros. She looked no older than sixteen, and she was small enough that it appeared she wouldn't bother hurting a fly. "Hey, where'd you come from? Who are you?"

[little red]

Okay guys, Tani posted to say that she's probably not going to be around for a while, but gave me permission to control Ragny here until she returns, so we can keep the RP going. With that said, Indie's clear to post next, and I'll just control Ragny in my next RP post.

Let's get this thing moving again, guys! I'm having way too much fun with you both to just suddenly stop RPing. D:

Oh, and we all look forward to your return, Tani! ^^

red

[Indie]

"Maybe I should just let you catch all the slimy fish then," Valkyrie smirked down at Rowan as she edged Sloane forward to follow. "And I can kick back and relax up here. Won't that be fun, Sloane?"

The large grey dragon let out a throaty-sounding cackle and nodded his head slightly, his beard quivering from the motion, before he noticed Rowan and Ragnaros stop in their tracks and turn. Almost half a second later, Sloane caught the scent of an extra human...and a dragon.

*

Valkyrie turned as well, shrugging at Rowan's question and gazing at the newcomer with her fierce green eyes, tapping two fingers on Sloane's right shoulder when she smelled the sulfur beginning to well up in his throat and heard the low growl that accompanied it. At the signal he immediately quieted down, twitching the spade end of his tail in anticipation as the small group awaited the newcomer's response.

[UltraByte]

Chess bounded down the hill to the others. She had a huge smile on her face. Finally... her first contact with other people... and they had dragons of their own! The world suddenly felt like a wonderful place.

She stopped in front of them on the spot, almost tripping onto her face. Her face was very red from being so excited.

"Hi! I'm Chess! You guys must be vikings from Berk!" She beamed. She didn't really know what she was going to do, but she was too happy to let herself worry about what to do next.

Hutch shook slightly. He didn't like others... the only human he could trust was Chess. He had never interacted with dragons before too. He wasn't even sure if he knew if he could speak.

((herp derp lame post is lame.... i need more practice with roleplaying))