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[Cheesecake]

Courage and slight guilt.

Hey, it was a nice vase. Even vikings liked vases.

+1. Save the rage for the rest of Europe!

[birdy51]

I have to change my vote to Cheesecake's. I mean, it was a nice was a nice vase... An irrelevant vase, but still nice.

[Detoxicated]

You feel that it is time to admit that being a Viking was a little bit to rad for beginners. In the clutches of Tamara Ericson, you send a massive burst of courage, and a beautiful array of guilt to the girl. It seems at some times you can act stronger than at others. Hmm.
The girl speaks in a high pitched, whiny voice, but the words she uses are courageous and display her honest guilt.
"Oh father, I was only playing with Nannies doll, and I got carried away. I am sorry."
"Young girl, clean this mess up, and wait till I tell your mom about it."

You lay in the hand of Tamara.
Maybe it is time to speak?

[StrawBarrel]

"Chin up madame, a little housework is good for you."

Not yet.

[Cheesecake]

Fix the mess, then go outside and pillage! play with the other kids! We've got to set up our warband early.

[birdy51]

It is not yet time to play or speak. Find the broom. Wield it to sweep up the remains of your enemy into a pile. Mind the shards and don't get one stuck in your foot!

[piratejoe]

]b]It is not yet time to play or speak. Find the broom. Wield it to sweep up the remains of your enemy into a pile. Mind the shards and don't get one stuck in your foot![/b]

+1 also you may want to change the ] to a [

[Detoxicated]

You decide it is not yet time to speak, but still send her a dutiful wave of energy. She swiftly goes to work and cleans up the mess you've both made.
She whispers to you, as she finishes up work.
"Thank you."
Baffled as you do not understand her emotions so good you send her off. She quickly drops you and goes out to another room, presumably to play.
You are in your room, and you know that for the time being you can set your mind on one task until she returns, so are the rules.
What is it you want to ponder about?



+1 Aggressiveness, +1 Viking, +1 Honesty, +1 Courage, +1 Duty [Protection/Guidance/Corruption][Doll]

[birdy51]

Cultural Heritage.

We are undoubtedly a doll made of many voices yes? Methinks that many ancestors share this tiny frame, each with a voice unique from one another. We might not all agree, but we are all in this strange... Family. Yes?

[LordBucket]

EDIT:
Oh, those are attribtutes we have, not options. Ok...

Contemplate the nature of self

[Cheesecake]

Phat loot and memories of adventure. We're a viking doll, dammit!

[Detoxicated]

As the girl leaves the room, the world grows grey, and you find yourself intoned to yourself.
Many voices make up your mind, yet they seem to collectively guide you, as you are guiding the girl.
A dream?

A dream!
A dream has made you, a long time ago. What kind of dream? You start to wonder.

Strange this infinite time between reappearing in the world again. Your mind wanders off, gazing at the ceiling you find a dark spot, which grows darker and darker, and also it grows in size.
Your gaze cannot close on this spot, and your mind begis to wander. Deeply into the darkness.
Engulfed in shadow you suddenly find yourself in the dream of a long passed friend.


A thunderstorm is raging, and the open sea is terribly shaky at this windy night. The men are unresting, as land has appeared in the distance.
Violent screams of an exquisite bloodshed beforehand. Agatha Ericson stands between the piratemen, wielding an axe. As soon as the land is struck,  the vikings rage through the village. Bloodshed!

You awaken in the tightened grip of Agatha Ericson. Her dream has birthed you, in an emotional outburst. Just like a piece of art, you have developed a life of your own.

You realize that you are a figment of the mere reality of the thoughts of a young girl. Phew. You are quite devastated and shake between fright of death and anger about your silly little niche in the world. You come to realize, after a while, that you are also still existant, even though your creator has gone. You seem to be reactivated by the fantasy of this young girl.

Considering your feminine built, you find the connection towards the viking dream absurd, humourus, frightening, cliche, charming, delusional, and revolutionary. A mixture of emotions washes over you, as the room reappears and the girl is back.

Now, what do you do?

[birdy51]

Communicate none of this to the young girl. Such fragility of existence is our own burden.

Instead, let us pry a little into her life. We have lived many lives of our own makings of dreams, whispers and memories, but what of this one? How is the young girl, this long-lost daughter of Ericson?

[LordBucket]

what do you do?

Play with her.

What does she want to play?

[piratejoe]

Communicate none of this to the young girl. Such fragility of existence is our own burden.

Instead, let us pry a little into her life. We have lived many lives of our own makings of dreams, whispers and memories, but what of this one? How is the young girl, this long-lost daughter of Ericson?

1+ Knowledge is power.