The Vikings
The year is 971, Scandinavia. A earl rules his tribe of farmers, shipbuilders, and warriors.You live in the service of the earl, you do what he says. If you do not, you will be punished. Every summer, warriors, men and women alike go on the annual raids, they do not fear death, for if they die, they shall be sent to Valhalla, legendary hall of the gods.
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“Nah, I think the white wolfs you should consider before killing”, Liv said before takling the first one, Tussling with it, the wolf bit her side, Liv in turn yelled and kneed it off her, she then takled it again and slashed and punched at it wile it nipped and rammed her in return.
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Swarine grinned as she drew a few away from Liv, and held her palm out. They quit growling for a moment and sniffed her hand. She grinned and decapitated one before stabbing the other,”Aww…. They didn’t last long…” She withdrew her sword from the animal and propped it’s blade on her shoulder,”Hey, Liv? You done over there or do I need to wait to heal you?”
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*Liv was so focused that she didn’t hear anything but the wolf she was tussling with, it slammed her against a tree, and leapt at her neck, Liv brought down her knife blade on the wolf head instantly killing it, she tryed to pull her knife outs of its skull, but she was so focused on trying to get her knife back that the last wolf ran up and sank it’s jaws into her right arm, Liv gasp and grunted at the pain, and before she could react the wolf jerked her to the ground tearing the flesh on her arm, Liv punched the wolf in the eyes and yelled out in pain. The wolf whimpered but kept its grip on her arm. Liv spat out a little blood, when the first wolf had bit her on the side it had been under her thick vest, Liv Punched the wolf in the nose hard and it released her arm, with the same hand she had punched the wolf with she reached over and tugged the knife loss of the other wolfs head. Liv struggled to her feet but once she was up the wolf takled her and went for her neck, in desperation, Liv painfully grabbed the wolf by its neck with her badly wounded arm and held it back, she stabbed it in the chest and pushed it off her before it started bleeding all over her she struggled to a siting position reality starting to case around her,”so that is what it feels like to go berserke”, she muttered, breathing raspilly.
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Swarine shook her head and knelt next to her,”Hold still… This may hurt… A lot…” She held her hand over her torn flesh and closed her eyes. When she opened her eyes, she smiled since the wound was healed, all that was left was a faint scar,”Anywhere else I need to worry about, or are you OK?”
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*Liv gulped, then coughed a little bit of blood*”My side”, she said weakly, and lifted her vest to reveal her side socked in blood.”I think I was to reckless”, she said coughing a little more blood onto her pant leg she staired at it.”Whoa I coughed blood”, she said furrowing her brow at this.
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Swarine’s eyes darkened and she nodded as she set to work,”A ‘little’?! Liv, you almost got yourself killed!” She sighed and shook her head as she rested her hands on the wound,”I can guarantee this is going to hurt so brace yourself…” Liv nodded and the witch traced the wound with her finger. After tracing a strange mark on her side, she lifted her hands and spoke a few words before the wound closed. Swarine sighed and laid back in the snow, dizziness taking over her for a short amount of time,”It… Had reached some of your intestines… Its a wonder you were still moving around…”She coughed,”Don’t worry… You’re OK now…” She rolled onto her side,”Lordie, I haven’t used that much magic in a while…”
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*Liv tensed every muscle in her body so she wouldn’t scream, when she spoke it was a squeak*”Oh… I wouldn’t of died… My mum was keeping me safe”, she said clutching her side painfully, this time she didn’t cough blood, she just coughed from getting rammed so many times. She involuntarily lifted her scared arm and wrapped her hand on something metal under her shirt.
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Swarine sat next to you and arched an eyebrow,”Is something wrong?”
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“No”, Liv squeaked and she removed her hand from the price of metal. She clutched her side and grunted, it hurt really bad.
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“Yes”, she squeaked,”Everything is on fire”, Liv said her eyes glazed over with pain, she grunted and started rolling around. She rolled over to the wolf she had killed and tugged the knife free of his chest more blood gushed out of its chest, she quickly rolled away and cleaned her knife in the snow, then placed it back in its scabbard narrowly missing it and almost stabbing her hip. Liv just dropped other knife, she was woozie from loss of blood. Liv reached into her shirt and pulled off her iron pendant, she clutched it, some of the Iron chain spilled out the top of her fist. She tried to stand but ended up Falling back to the earth on her knees.”Come on!”, she said furiously, and stood, she stumbled around clutching the pendant then steadied her self, Breathing hard she reached and picked up the knife and placed it successfully on its scabbard this time. But her legs gave us way under her and she fell back down into the snow. She grunted out raged, and forced her self to stand again.
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-i walk around still not knowing what to do.”
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Swarine shook her head and helped steady her friend,”Calm down! Tell me where you’re bleeding, and i’ll stop it, Liv… And why do you keep mumbling to yourself?”
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“I am not bleeding…and if I can’t endure pain then I will never be a good warrior… Like me mother”, she said whispering the last bit, she had lost all her strength and she dropped her hand with with pendant in it holding onto the chain only, she revealed a circular shield with a black raven engulfed in flames in the middle. “Thank you for healing me but I would have survived anyways, trust me”, she said looking back and smiling.
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Swarine arched an eyebrow and curiously asked,”Just who was your mother?”