City of Jensberg,
Carlyonian Eastern Frontier,
Grey Republic of Carlyonia
September 12th, 2012 -- 1343 Hours
The door to the rather cozy bar opened to a man in a black leather jacket and a black "cowboy's" hat. Everyone turned to face the newcomer, mostly to see if he's a threat to their drinking. The leather jacket man was still in the doorway, trying to readjust to the light and to the smoke of cigarettes. Once he was done readjusting, the newcomer walked to the bar counter and made sure no one was looking at him. He quickly pulled his collar away and revealed a medallion to the bar tender, it was the Odal rune. The bar tender nodded and come closer to the man, whispered,
*<"Second floor, big room. They are expecting you.">
<"Thank you. Here's your payment,"> said the man passing a gold piece to the bar tender, to which the bar tender muttered his thanks. The man got up from his place at the counter and walked to the door that led to the stairs. He moved up the stairs swiftly and without making any of the floor boards creak under his weight. When he reached the top of the stairs, he found a door closed and so he knocked on the wood panel. Part of the door, a view port, opened to show a grizzled face stared at him with cold blue eyes.
The stranger smiled and showed Grizzled Face his Odal rune medallion who in turn opened the door. Grizzled Face extended his hand to shake the stranger's hand, and the stranger shook it.
<"Welcome.... Erak,"> said Grizzled Face. <"I am Fedor Jensen.">
The identified Erak took off his leather jacket and hat before he spoke to Fedor, <"Thank you. Where are the others?">
Fedor pointed to the table that Erak had apparently missed and to Erak's pleasure there was the other leaders of his new movement: the Ultra-Pagan Spiritual Army. One of them, a woman, got up and said, <"As Fedor said. Welcome Erak Thorsen. My name is Elaina Odinheim."> Erak nodded to her. Elaina was a medium height lady, blonde haired, slim, 23 years old, and with a nice butt which attracted Erak to her.
Erak, done with examining Elaina, sat down at the head of the table and said in a very gruff voice, <"Ladies and gentlemen, I have summoned you as leaders of the Ultra-Pagan Spiritual Army to discuss the growing threat from the Joint Military and Civilian Council in the city of Kristiansand. The JMCC, the Catholic and Orthodox Churches, and the Secularist movements in Carlyonia have tried to convert or make us betray our religion. We will strike a blow to the military and the Home Guard, before moving on to the Security and law enforcement groups. We will show no mercy to these infidels. To these non-believers.">
OOC: * = the language these people are speaking is Old Norse.
