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Thread: One Man's Trash Is Another Man's Treasure [VIKINGS - boyo111 x Temptationist]

As the blade passed by his head Rollo could not help but turn and look back at her. Eyes wide in surprise as he took a long look at the small, demure beauty who danced and sang before him. It took a moment but he let out a loud laugh that for a moment stilled the castle, it was as if the laugh had been growing inside him for years and only now found its way out. Pointing at her, then the knife, could only get out the words you and knife while his cheeks and jaw began to ache with the humor. He thought he was the dangerous one in the room, turning he took the knife and stepped back next to her, the laughing subsiding as he stepped beside her. Gesturing with his head he held the knife out, then a quick flick of the wrist as the knife glinted once in the light before burying itself with a hollow sound in the painting. You, finally getting control of himself as his sides hurt, a new respect for this one growing, are a surprise. A better treasure than anything I could have found here. She was a delight, he sat on the edge of the tub again, pulling her close to him. Watching that wild look in her eyes, wary of it but fascinated. I've never met a woman like you before, then putting his head to the side looked at her as if for the first time. Well I've met women like you, but not like you. Viking women, do that sort of thing. A gesture of his head towards the knife, Lagertha could do that, and more, but not all could. Not all women were shield maidens or wanted to be. Rollo wanted her more, the only fear he had now was if Ragnar would want her. That he could not bear, Rollo would not lose another woman to his brother. His life for the cause, in a fight yes, then he could wait in Valhalla. Another woman, no. That would not do. Stroking her hair as he looked upon her face knew he was lost to her, this singing vision of the Mercians. A surprising little thing, like a little animal with claws. Sharp claws. So him, Rollo pulled her into his lap. Enjoying the warmth of her next to his bare chest, the dining downstairs getting louder as the ale flowed. The singing punctuated by the occasional cheer to whomever might be fighting, the dull sound of bodies exchanging blows. Soon they could go down, he would show them his treasure, then leave with her and food for them. Turning towards the painting with the knife stuck between its eyes, who is this man that you hate so much?
Thread: One Man's Trash Is Another Man's Treasure [VIKINGS - boyo111 x Temptationist]

Pride. It was the only thing that filled my soul as you roared into laughter. To me, the laughing was not a sign of ridiculous, but a symbol for impression. And I had certainly made a wonderful impression. From a lithe, naive Kentish woman to a fierce target-shooter, I had to do something to keep your interest. As much as I wished to be a proper, polite noblewoman in the past, my desires were changing. Desires I had suppressed for most of my life and upbringing. I didn't want to be a princess, I wanted to be a warrior. I wanted to be someone who can look out for those who didn't stand a chance. To be someone I didn't have a protector. I was a fighter. Crossing my arms over my chest as I beamed in this new-found pride. I had been so used to being ridiculed, mocked, and degraded for my bastard status. I had never had the respect I thought I deserved, but now, I could see myself through your deep brown eyes. You saw me as a vision as a scene of glory and beauty. Looking through your eyes, I had never felt so free and so alive. As you pulled me into your lap, I chuckled lightly. It was a light laugh almost a soft giggle as you raved about me. Feeling a confident boost, I sneered. You should see what I can do with an arrow . Amazingly, I wasn't lying. I could be anyone I wanted around you and you would never know if it were true or not. But the truth was, that I wasn't as lady-like as my father had expected for me. As a young child, I had been lunged into royal political madness and treated as a slave, rather than a princess. As part of that lifestyle, I had developed skills that I wouldn't have developed if I had grown up under the wing of my own father. Stretching my neck to look at the painting, I took a moment to answer. Gritting my teeth, I took a breath in. Why, that is the great King Cuthred! Spitting at the direction of the painting, I grunted. So great, he fled his country in order to save his own arse. He betrayed his people... Still glaring at his painted face, my eyes could burn holes with the intensity of their stare. ... He betrayed his family. Breaking the glare, I twisted my neck to look at you. My face close to the side of yours, I continued. He was a coward a pathetic excuse for a King... Displeased with his escape, I added. He's my uncle.
Thread: One Man's Trash Is Another Man's Treasure [VIKINGS - boyo111 x Temptationist]

Rollo's eyes widened as he looked at the picture on the wall, the knife blade sunk between the eyes of the portrait, then back to Daralis. He wondered what this King did to her to raise such venom in her voice as she spoke of her uncle. Such a beautiful face, a voice from the Gods in a small woman, who held such a big hate for one man. Though it might be fortunate that they met With her skills, and that hate, Rollo might just be able to take the lands here. This time, he wondered if the spoils could be his, turn this place into his own. Rollo did not want to rule, he liked going Viking, but the spoils here could raise many ships and many men. Is he the one who ran from here? Rollo had seen a trail of horses and people on the far side of the plains when they neared the castle. Thinking it was only the servants, not soldiers, who had fled for the safer walls of a bigger city. Only when they entered here and found no resistance did he wonder who they were, now he laughed at their cowardice, if they behaved like that taking spoil here would be easier than he thought. Putting a hand under her chin raised it up, the daughter of a king, and niece to another. I do hope your father is a braver king than him, tilting his head towards the painting Rollo let his eyes drift to her lips. Following the lush line of her red lips with his eyes, then leaning in he kissed her. Holding his lips against hers until their breath came short, the smell of blood and sweat gone, only hers remained. Perhaps I will take your uncles lands and make you Queen, Rollo looked at her in the fading light of the day, the golden hue of the setting sun made her appear lustrous. More desirable than he had known a woman to be. One descended from royalty and she was his. We might make your uncle a slave, let him serve you for once. Or you can throw knives at him for amusement. A loud noise from downstairs shattered his calm, Floki, Ragnar and the others would be waiting for him. They would be well into the feast by now, the ale drunk and the kitchen hearths emptying. Rollo felt the ache in his belly, he wanted food, ale, and perhaps a song. Then he would enjoy his treasure, his Daralis. His big toothed grin showed through the beard as he thought about the pleasures that awaited them tonight. We should go and see the other beasts, Rollo laughed as he thought how some did smell like a beast. A few looked more like one than he did. You sing for them, let them admire your voice, then we can find a place to be together. Just you, on impulse he kissed her lips again, and me.
Thread: One Man's Trash Is Another Man's Treasure [VIKINGS - boyo111 x Temptationist]

Mmmmmm, yes. I replied to your proposal of rule. We'd be the kingdom to rule them all. A smile beaming from my lips, I stared up into your eyes as if I could see glory winding in them. As Queen, I'd take the coward as my slave. I'd pin him ot a wall and use him as a practice target, as you said. Chuckling lightly, I trailed my delicate fingers from your abdomen to your sides lightly wrapping my arms around your waist as I looked up at you. Embracing your lips against mine once more, I smiled against the kiss. As the roars from downstairs seemed only to grow in volume, I loosened my grip on your body and let go. My eyes falling away from your face they focused on the open doorway that would soon lead us to the pits of this castle. There was a fear that began to rise in me. Yes, I had conquered one beast. But to conquer them all? One, two, even 12 of them? Perhaps one man would fall liking to me, but what is the others did not? Would I even last a minute before being taken forcibly against my will raped on nights without end. Would I become the slave I had become accustomed to being? With such a taste in my potential freedom through your lips, I could turn back now. My head darted back to look at you. Grasping your hand desperately, my eyes were wide and my throat tried to swallow the tremble in my voice. Will you protect me? I asked, now worried more about my safety than anything else. I had gone from joy to unease within a split second. Searching for comfort in your dark green eyes, I tried to hide my quickening breaths. I was panicking beyond my control. Suddenly, the sound of savage men drunk in victory and wild in freedom was the only thing I could hear. Snapping out of my unreasonable thoughts, I gripped your hand a little less fiercely and tried to relax myself. I can sing to them, like I did to you. Then... then they will like me, yes? Swallowing roughly, my fear of rejection was blurring my usual sense of self-confidence. But if they laugh at me... I muttered under my breath in a sort of muffled whisper that I hadn't realized escaped me. It was a thought that had accidentally surfaced in reality something I wanted to keep locked inside my little pretty head. WELL! My head rose suddenly and my eyes became fierce again. Then I will laugh, too! My confidence returning, I buried my fear deep within me like I had when I first met you. Spontaneously pushing my lips roughly on yours again, I gave a jittery, strong kiss before breaking off and giving a bright-eyed, eager smile. Take me to the beasts!
Thread: One Man's Trash Is Another Man's Treasure [VIKINGS - boyo111 x Temptationist]

Rollo could not help but laugh at how eager she was, as he grabbed his axe and walked next to her, a hand around the tiny waist he stopped at the top of the stairs. It's best if you do not mention to anyone that I can speak your tongue, he warned her. No one other than you knows, and I would like to keep it that way for a time. I will mimic what I want you to do, but won't speak like this, only when we are alone. His eyes warned her, be cautious. It was one advantage he had over Ragnar and Rollo wanted to keep it that way, until such a time as it was no longer necessary. Right now, was not the time. Taking her in hand led her through the halls of the castle to where the men were carousing in the feasting hall. Others wandered through the castle, some looking at him and at Daralis, a few sharing a cup of ale or wine with Rollo for his feat at the wall. With a hand around her waist they looked at Daralis and joked at the treasure he had found. Laughing with them hinted that the best part of it was yet to come, letting their imaginations wander at what their night together would be like. In the hall Ragnar was spread out on the chair by the table, Floki next to him joking with some of the others. Ragnar laughed and watched two men beating each other, one a large bare chested viking, and another slightly smaller man. They traded blows, the smaller one had fear in his eyes as he went to swing, the viking moving out of the way skillfully to the cheers of those assembled. Still it was all play, whenever a prisoner was taken who showed some spirit he was placed in the middle of the feast to fight, if the did well he would be fed and maybe left to live. If not, then he would be beaten to death, or killed later, depending on how they felt. Only a few blows and the smaller man fell and with a bloodied face was dragged from the room as attention came to them. What have you got there brother? Ragnar leaned back and asked, his eyes taking in Daralis in moments. Treasure, Rollo answered as he walked up to the table, dropping the axe among the platters of meat and bread. Picking up a cup of ale he leaned back as he let go of Daralis as she stood before Ragnar. Floki's eyes showed recognition as slim hands pointed at Rollo and Daralis, a laugh coming as Floki asked the question. Not yet, he answered. Knowing they all thought he'd already taken her to bed, later. A shrug as he drained the ale and took a haunch of meat from the platter. Mimicing with his mouth and hands as he looked upon Daralis, she was a light among the beasts. Rollo laughed at the comparison, with their hair and beards they could come across that way, it helped as it brought terror to their enemies. Gave them an advantage. Now he used it, wait until you hear this. Rollo said to Ragnar who took a cup and looked over the rim at Daralis, Rollo nodded and with a slight look of pride and expectation waited for her to sing.
Thread: One Man's Trash Is Another Man's Treasure [VIKINGS - boyo111 x Temptationist]

Taking my hand in yours, I squeezed it gently. I was placing all my trust in you, without any sort of justification to it. For all I knew, the rumours of the Norsemen were true. You could turn on me, become the savage I initially thought you to be, and ravage me without mercy, and without compassion. I would certainly be surprised, but if I were to survive the event, that surprise would diminish and I would be left a fool. Still, I had confidence that if my fate was to be so, then it would have already happened, and you would have already taken me against my will. Leading down the stairwell to the main floor, the roars of the Vikings became louder and louder. With every step, my heart beat harder and harder. This was the moment of truth, the moment of acceptance. If they chose to reject me as a mate, or even as simply as a slave among them, then I would be dead. I had you to protect me. You were big, and you had courage. But most of all, you were the fiercest of man I had ever seen - climbing the great wall to behead your enemies without a single shred of armour. Surely, if you were not the strongest, you most certainly were the bravest. As the eyes fell upon me and your hand curled around my waist, I looked up at you in a moment of insecurity. I was suddenly afraid, but turning to you and seeing your beaming pride of me made me feel secure again. I looked away from you, and to the others around me, smiling as their curious eyes fell on me. Now, I wasn't afraid. If I were to cower, I would only paint a target on my back. With you by my side, I didn't need to fear, I needed to be brave, just like you. I listened carefully as you introduced me to another tough-looking Viking. He, however, looked friendly to you, although he seemed to be an authoritative figure. I swallowed roughly as his eyes locked on mine, and stayed there. He too looked at me like I was a treason, though his gaze made me uncomfortable, and not warm. Shifting my eyes to you, I couldn't understand any of this foreign language. But as you waved to me as the room fell silent, I only assumed that was my signal to sing. Giving a suddenly nervous smile, I took a deep breath and unleashed my soft voice . Dear thoughts are in my mind And my soul soars enchanted, As I hear the sweet lark sing In the clear air of the day. For a tender beaming smile To my hope has been granted, And tomorrow she shall hear All my fond heart would say. I shall tell her all my love, All my soul's adoration, And I think she will hear And will not say me nay. It is this that gives my soul All its joyous elation, As I hear the sweet lark sing In the clear air of the day. The room was silent. Although there were murmurs and snickers at the very beginning of my chant, by the time the last word rolled off my silky tongue, I had the attention of all of the Norsemen in the dining hall. My eyes locked on yours, my lips curled into a warm small.
Thread: One Man's Trash Is Another Man's Treasure [VIKINGS - boyo111 x Temptationist]

As Daralis finished Rollo was still leaning against the table, except for the smile that had grown on his face as her voice filled the room. Looking around the men, some who swayed from too much drink, and others who stared not understanding the words, but hearing the voice that was enchanting. For a moment even Floki was silent, then leaning forward the look in his eyes made him think there was something coming that Rollo would not want to hear so he started clapping and walking around Daralis. As he passed each warrior his eyes and shoulders gestured at them to start, slowly the clapping began. Then the pounding as he walked around and around the sounds and stamping growing loud enough to crack the castle itself. Ragnar stood and held his hands up, leaping nimbly over the table, losing the furred cape as he did so. Quite a treasure that you found here, brother. Ragnar stepped up close to her, leaning his body back and tilting his head in that way that sometimes annoyed Rollo. It was as if his brother could somehow see deep in one's heart and look at that which you most desired, or seeked to keep hidden. The bright eyes narrowed and then slowly a hand came up. Rollo stepped between them, the hand grabbing Ragnar's write, an eyebrow raising in a silent challenge as Rollo stood tall before him. She is my spoil, for taking the castle. Rollo told him, knowing it was a custom that could not be denied. Rollo had made the wall and opened the gate, that gave him first choice of anything found in the walls. All right, Ragnar said then tugged his arm lightly, Rollo opened his palm as they stared at each other. To others it would seem an innocent conversation, but it was a silent challenge that had run between them since childhood. The tension between them grew, and then Daralis put a hand on Rollo's arm and looked around him. Very well, if this is your choice brother, then take her. Turning as he made his way back to the chair, Ragnar raised his voice, my brother takes his reward for the gate! The men cheered as Ragnar sat back on the chair, putting on the cape again and filling his cup, gesturing towards the empty seat to his left. I suppose another slave won't hurt, Ragnar said in the language of the Kents, then in mock surprise repeated himself in Norse. If you want her as a slave take her, she seems too small for good work though. Probably won't last the year. Rollo moved to the chair and sat down, pulling Daralis into his lap. I think she'll be well suited for what I intend, he said with a smile as his arms went around her. The men nearby laughed as two others got up and standing before them drunkenly began to punch each other to see who would be the last one standing. Rollo gestured towards the table, indicating to Daralis that she should eat, and feed him as they sat quietly, Rollo watching his brother out of the side of his eye, as Ragnar was watching him.
Thread: Best NES game

Which do you choose?
Thread: Best NES game

I put my NES emulator at 8x speed and beat Final Fantasy in under 4 hours from start to finish. Was never quite sure what to make of that.
Thread: Best NES game

Arrrgh, that was a tough call between Metroid and Legend of Zelda. LoZ won though, since that's what got me into the sword and sorcery genre in the first place.
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Castlevania won for me on account of gameplay, music, and the fact that I f'n love it! Wicked Child stage 3 my favorite theme!
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Metroid. Amazing twist with the first powerful and GOOD role model in gaming other M excluded not to mention we talk about Metroidvania games now a days, but Metroid had that style before as Castlevania started with a level progression and that really put it ahead there for me. LoZ had some amazing iconic songs... but only like 3 songs in that whole game though I will say matched for exploration. Megaman couldn't match the depth final fantasy did not have enough story for me. I feel like many of these games are great games, but Metroid just did so many things just as good or better.
Thread: Best NES game

Castlevania 3 is the best nes one while I would out dragon warriorquest new games as the superior Nes RPGs to FF 1-3 I have to say it is between mega man 2 and Mario 3. I love both these games but have to give a slight edge to Mario 3 the game play is so deep and good.
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Super Mario Bros 3 hands down. That shit was my childhood.
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You're really going for the game that revolves around the concepts of Hell? Lol!
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Final fantasy was the best on that list but your missing the best one out there chrono trigger.
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Gizmo990 said Final fantasy was the best on that list but your missing the best one out there chrono trigger. Click to expand... Well Final Fantasy 1 came out way late in the NES life cycle and 23were never released in the US on NES as far as I know, which is why I didn't pick them. Which is why FF4 was originally FF2 in the US. Also Chrono Trigger despite being a great games is still a SNES game and not a NES game, which is why it isn't on that list. The guys from that Enix were making DQDW games during the NES games alone.
Thread: Best NES game

Out of that list, Legend of Zelda. Lost track of how many times I've replayed that game. And I like MM3 better than 2, being honest. Have you guys checked out Recca? I know Gradius is a classic, but that shmup makes the NES look like an arcade machine. It's amazing.
Thread: Best NES game

For sure Mario 3. Castlevania, Contra, and MegaMan 2 tie for second.
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I'd pick Blaster Master if there was Other hehe. Of the choices it's a tough one between LoZ, SMB3, and Metroid. But I went with Metroid because the atmosphere is amazing.
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It'd have to be something with a 3 after the title. Mario 3 is excellent, of course. Really pushed the system. Ninja Gaiden 3 deserves special mention as well, for being ridiculously ahead of the curve on storytelling and art design. I'm kind of bewildered that you mention Castlevania and not Castlevania 3, which is superior in any way you care to mention, even taking a few cues from Ninja Gaiden for the intro movie. Gradius is probably my favorite, though. Even though the NES port is crap, even though the original game pales compared to later entries. I just love that series so much. I'm glad it went out on such an incredibly high note, but I miss it.
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Trygon said It'd have to be something with a 3 after the title. Mario 3 is excellent, of course. Really pushed the system. Ninja Gaiden 3 deserves special mention as well, for being ridiculously ahead of the curve on storytelling and art design. I'm kind of bewildered that you mention Castlevania and not Castlevania 3, which is superior in any way you care to mention, even taking a few cues from Ninja Gaiden for the intro movie. Gradius is probably my favorite, though. Even though the NES port is crap, even though the original game pales compared to later entries. I just love that series so much. I'm glad it went out on such an incredibly high note, but I miss it. Click to expand... I've never been able to beat Gradius V, that one is a beast.
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Meioh said I've never been able to beat Gradius V, that one is a beast. Click to expand... The game is really made to be played in co-op, but enough bullheadedness will eventually unlock enough livescontinues to win no matter how bad you are.
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After reading through this thread, I've come to realize that I don't really like many NES games. This might be due to my lack of interest in side scrolling games. Despite this, I've always liked River City Ransom