Amund (with Geri) takes the first watch and continually walks around in his hyper restless state (Geri sits much more often than Amund).  At intervals he walks over to Dragnar to see if anything was learned about his ring.

When relieved, he lays down with Geri and continues to twitch through the night, although he does finally get to sleep.

OOC:  I am assuming that means 2 hp healing for Geri overnight since he is 2+2 HD.

Ludvig positioned himself to wake with an eye to the rest of the camp, particularly Klaengr, before uneasily closing his eyes. The enemy so close had him on edge.

The first watch went quietly, the night air cool, the stars occasionally covered by passing clouds. The sounds of the crashing water drowned out most of the nights natural sounds. Around midnight the slim sliver of the waning moon goes over the western hills.

Ludvig takes his post, yawning, tired, but ever vigilant. A late night fog starts to roll in from the south, knee height, then waist high.

Ludvig sits up, placing a foot near Klaengr as if readied to wake him. Were someone to be looking at him he would seem more alert.

The fog thickens, but Ludvig makes out the shapes of people stumbling towards him. One is a woman crying, several others moan and groan as if in pain. Behind them the sounds of hooves get louder.

Suddenly the night air is filled with the sound of a whip cracking...

Klaengr rolled around, his dreams of a dark and dreary hall, endless, with a faint blue light of truth waiting for him, but ever so long, every so endless, the hall, it seemed as if he'd been walking the hall for days in search of the light of every elusive truth....

Ludvig could not ignore the oncoming crowd, nor the potential threat somewhere behind them. He immediately nudged Klaengr. "Wake! There is something coming!"

Hearing Ludvig's voice break into his dreams, sitting up right suddenly one hand immediately going to the haft of his battle axe.  Looking about to see what's going on.  "what is it? what can you see?"

Geri jumps at the first sound of crying and roughly nudges Amund to wake up.

Amund, away in dreams only he could devise, is instantly awake at the stirring of Geri.  He jumps up and skulks into the nearby brush for cover as he and Geri attempt to see what is coming their way.

The night fog obscure your vision, but also seems to magnify the sound. The weeping woman's voice dominates, but there are other sounds of people in pain.

Slowly a half a dozen human figures become outlined by the fog, visible, staggering forward, though the sound promises more from behind...

The sound of hoof beats on the hard soil are also heard, and what appears to be... what is that? Torches? Moving back and forth, but very low to the ground? Are you still lost in your nightmares?

Klaengr is slow to wake. He sits up. Then he notices a crowd coming their way. He tries to slip back into his armor as quickly and quietly as he can.

Amund, with Geri, continues to hide in the brush and attempts to get a better look at what kind of creatures are herding these poor humans.  He hopes it is Jotunn as he taps his mace in anticipation.

PM

Amund can make out human shapes, but no details... maybe a dozen? What is behind them remains a mystery however.

Hruunwulf continues to snore heavily....

Klaengr whispers to Amund, "Wake Hrunnwulf if you can. We only have moments before they are on top of us." as he keeps on working to get the armor on.

Amund had moved to point, shivering in his night wear eyes scanning the fog, but Geri might hear the request...

Standing and shaking off the chilled damp air.  Strapping his shield on and picking up his battle axe.  Walking out closer to the shapes in the mist.  "I'll give you time to get battle ready."

Vermundr notices that hrunnwulf and Dragnar are still sleeping...

Walking over to the skald.  Nudging him with his foot.  "Get up.  Evil comes for us this night.  Arm yourself a fight is coming."  Running to Hrunnwulf.  "On your feet.  We have no time for laying about." Nudging him.
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Hruunwulf mumbles something completely incoherent and rolls over, grabbing his gear and ax.  With bleary eyes, he looks around, searching for the danger and sees the eerie fog with shadowy figures approaching with strange lights low to the ground.   Too low to the ground to be torches.  Tension builds within him at the sound of hooves on the packed dirt and he readies for a fight, hefting his battle ax before him.

"Who are they?" the warrior asks no one in particular.  He edges a little closer until he is even with the van.

With everyone awake to one degree or another, the party's focus becomes more intent on the approaching figures.

So far only a dozen or so human forms is seem, thought a woman carrying a baby has cleared the fog to a large degree... by her dress you would think her a simple farmwife. The way she wails, one can only assume some harm has to the heavily swaddled baby in her arms. She has several lash marks visible, bleeding from what one must assume are whips, the crack of which occurs twice more in the fog. A loud whinny joins the sound of hooves behind the advancing mass...
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Ludvig's eyes narrowed to penetrate the fog. Without a word he tightened his grip on his weapon and prepared to assault those that would beat a grieving woman.

Hruunwulf waves at those that come forward from the fog, urging them to a perceived safety.  "Come, come... get behind us."

Like Ludvig, he readies his weapon for an assault on those responsible for the women and children's wounds.