forum Experimental cross-genre idea

Started June 10, 2019 by @Leo-Valdez-Is-The-God-Of-Chaos

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(sorry I havn't been on in a while)
Bjorn stood up straight. "Just trust me." He whispered.
Within the blink of an eye, Bjorn had his axe raised above his head as he charged towards the sound, yelling at the top of his lungs.
He crashed through the bushes and swung his axe, slamming into and knocking over several large heavy objects, most of which yelped loudly upon impact.
"Just as I thought." Bjorn stood over several men, all unconscious or groaning. "If you want to scare me off, maybe don't leave your lanterns lit."

Mai jumped, startled by Bjorn's sudden attack, and nearly shooting an arrow into his rear. She walked over and looked down at the unconscious men. "Seriously? These guys were making that noise?" She asked, agitated and slightly embarrassed that she hadn't noticed the lanterns.
(By the way, her shirt is midriff, and shows her stomach.)

(Good to know. I kind of just imagine Bjorn looking like your typical Viking dudebro, minus the helmet.)
"Hey look at this!" Bjorn picked up a decorated ox horn and put it to his lips.
As he blew, the horn made the same noise the two had heard moments ago.
"Well, I'm keeping this." Bjorn smiled as he dropped the horn into his bag. "And I'm keeping the pipe that some fool lit, and I mistook for a lantern."

(Nice. For some reason I'm imagining Stoic from How To Train Your Dragon without his helmet…is that weird?)
"Great. Can I loot 'em?" Mai asked, already kneeling down next to the man nearest to her. She noticed five small pouches on the man's belt. She unclipped them, noting their heaviness, and opened them to find each one was filled with gold. "Nice!"

(Yeah I'm pretty sure Stoic is right)

"I'd encourage looting." Bjorn muttered as he sorted through the equipment of the intruders

Mai smiled, and continued grabbing weapons and money. "What about their armor and stuff?" She asked, smirking at the idea of leaving the men alone in the woods, without clothes, weapons, or money.

"As grand as that would be," Bjorn inspected one man's armor. "It would just be more stuff to carry, and neither of us will ever use it."

"I thought we could sell it," Mai commented, stuffing more pouches into her bag.

(hey sorry it took so long)
"Well," Bjorn nodded his head. "I suppose if we can find someone nearby who's willing to buy old clothes and armor, then let's do it." He picked up a bag and began throwing things in it.

(It's fine. I went on a trip over the break,)
"Yes!" Mai grabbed as much armor, weapons, clothes, gold, and other items as she could carry. "Okay, I've got all I can get. How much did you get?" She turned and looked at him.

Bundled together in his arms was an unidentifiable lump of weapons, armor, and clothing.
You could hardly see his face from behind the pile, or the childish smile plastered across it.

She laughed. "Do you need any help with that?"

"I think I've got it…" He took a step back, causing an avalanche of goods to knock him off his feet.

She giggled and helped him to his feet. "Maybe you should put some of that in a bag."