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Post by Airikr Naess on Aug 30, 2014 16:36:55 GMT
He wasn't sure how it had happened, but three countries had managed to involve themselves in war WITHOUT Wales. It didn't make sense to him how they could just ignore his country when he and his men were just itching to fight. Well, maybe it was just him and Jako but regardless his blood boiled at the thought of him missing out on a war. Perhaps it was just the Einherjar in his heart but it didn't quite matter what it was; he wasn't going to miss out on this war. So, he'd called for Jako's presence in the spacious cavern that the Welsh people called his audience chamber. He didn't quite care what it was called, but it was one of the "rooms" that he felt most comfortable in; it was large with "windows" scattered everywhere, and there was hardly a roof. The whole palace had been made of stone, so there wasn't a worry of wood rotting if it rained though it rarely did here at the Summer palace.
He was sitting cross legged on a raised platform that indicated the front of the room, though he wasn't in a chair or on a cushion; he preferred sitting on the floor. Odin was the one true king, and he wouldn't disrespect him by sitting a throne despite the fact that the God had granted him leadership of a country. Regardless, he was sitting on the floor, his arms resting casually across his legs and his posture straight, his usual grimace cast across his face as he waited for Jako to arrive.
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Post by Jako Bergsvärd on Aug 31, 2014 17:34:48 GMT
Jako was starting to hear rumors of war, and this both pleased and displeased him. For he loved nothing more than bedding a willing woman and killing a man during the lust of battle. Rumors of war, however, were rumors, and nearly as bad as a woman that would tease a man and then leave him hanging and unsatisfied. When he received the call to his King's "Audience Chamber" as the other Welsh put it, he could not help but hope that perhaps Airikir had learned more about the rumors he had been hearing. It had been too long since their skins had last been covered in the blood of enemies.
It took Jako very little time to get to where he was going to meet up with Air. Just because he was a large man did not mean that he was slow, quite the opposite in fact. His dark eyes would take in the sight of Airikir sitting cross legged and he would walk over towards him. He was certain that his friend, and King, had heard him enter, but just in case the other man was deep in thought Jako would grunt softly to alert him to his presence. He wasn't big on wasting words in general. In that simple grunt was an alert to his presence, a greeting, and a question about what his King needed of him. Air probably could translate almost anything Jako "grumbled" about, having spent so much time together. Jako, for his part, would usually speak more to Air and Llew than anyone else in Wales, and possibly anyone else in the world. With maybe one exception.
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Post by Airikr Naess on Aug 31, 2014 18:30:56 GMT
Airikr's gaze would flick up as soon as he heard the sound of footsteps against stone, the grimace on his face flickering into a smile for a moment before returning as he identified the footsteps as having belonged to Jako. When the man approached and grunted at him he would gesture for him to have a seat, waiting until he had before speaking. "Three of our neighboring kingdoms have gone into war. Scotland and England have massed their armies against Ireland, though no battles have been fought yet," he would inform the man, though he was almost positive that Jako had heard of this already. "I don't particularly think that's fair," he would say with a sly grin; even Odin knew that he wouldn't give a rat's ass about fairness during war, but it was a good excuse to get in on the fighting. But, of course, there was another reason as well, "If they manage to overthrow Ireland, they'll be coming after Wales next. I feel that we should prevent that from happening and aid the Irish," he would say, gauging the man's reaction. He liked to believe that Jako was on the same page as him, he wanted to make sure that the man was in agreement with which side Air thought that they should be choosing.
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Post by Jako Bergsvärd on Aug 31, 2014 18:52:00 GMT
Jako would sit across from Air, crossing his legs in the same manner as his King. In some ways, they were a lot alike. Once Airikir confirmed that the rumors were indeed truth, his eyebrows would raise and a mischieveous grin would alight upon his lips. When Air mentioned that he did not think it was fair, Jako could not restrain the deep laugh that escaped from deep within him. Jako knew Air like a brother, and knew that he could not give a rat's ass about fairness during battle. It was about fighting to win, to survive, and to get as bloody as possible in the process. Or maybe that was just himself. He listened to Airikir finish his thoughts about the possibility of the English and the Scots getting too big for their britches and considering taking Wales after Ireland. He narrowed his eyes and reached a hand up to stroke over his beard thoughtfully. His eyes were alight with battlelust and he said simply, "Aye," at first. Then after a pause he would continue, "I would love t' get my hands bloody with their deaths," and a soft chuckle escaped him. "The Irish would make good allies," this was also said thoughtfully, each word chosen specifically. There were a lot of Irish with all their Kingdoms. "Ye have someone to watch over your heart? Or what plans do ye have?" He knew there were few that he trusted with Llew's safety, but he trusted his King to have a plan in mind for attacking the Scots and English and to keep their own safe.
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Post by Airikr Naess on Sept 5, 2014 7:35:23 GMT
Air couldn’t help but smile for a moment as Jako agreed, though almost immediately after the smile flickered onto his face it was gone again. He had trained himself to never show emotion, especially not positive emotion, regardless of who it was directed towards (Except Llew, of course, but she was different). Upon hearing him say that the Irish would make good allies he would nod, “Aye, better than the other two. I don’t think Llew would let me live if we sided with anybody else, though. She seemed to be pretty smitten with the entire country,” he would say, shrugging slightly as he feigns a sort of distaste. When he heard the man ask if he had somebody to watch over his wife he would blink, “Aye, myself,” he would say, his brows furrowing ever so slightly as he thinks about it. “I had planned to take her with us. She’s not due to birth yet, and I think it would be best if she came along. I could stash her at whatever kingdom is nearest to the battling. I know that I can’t convince you to guard her, so…” he would say with a shrug. There wasn’t much else he could do. There were only two people in the world that he trusted to care for his wife, those two people being Jako and himself.
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Post by Jako Bergsvärd on Sept 6, 2014 2:54:40 GMT
Jako was used to Air's way of barely expressing emotions, much as the way Air was used to him hardly speaking. Jako would belt out a loud hearty laugh when Airikir said that Llew would not let him live if they sided with someone else. His King's heart was definitely full of fire, for how tiny she was. Llew never ceased to amuse Jako, particularly when it came to Air and how they interacted. His laugh would slowly subside into chuckles before calming. Though Jako was hard pressed to keep an amused grin off of his face. He had no concerns of anyone seeing his emotions, and the one he trusted most of all was Air. Once his amusement calmed down he would grunt softly at what Air said next. "Yer wife would not let me live if I did not watch your back," he said in an amused tone. He reached up to stroke his beard again, thoughtfully. Then he shrugged one massive shoulder. His loyalty was to Airikir first, and then to Llew, though Llew now carried Air's child. So it made his priorities complicated. He could not be in two places at once, so it would suit him to have them both nearby. Though he was uneasy with the thought of Llew being near a battlefield. Regardless, he would do what was needed of him. "When do we leave?"
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