The year is 971, Scandinavia. A earl rules his tribe of farmers, shipbuilders, and warriors.You live... View more
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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.
*Liv let go when they entered her house and continued to the back room, she emerged with a animal skin sleeping bag and handed it to him*”You can sleep anywhere here alright? Ain’t no one sleeping out their tonight”, she said stubbornly and went to the back room.
*slinging his longsword onto his back he wipes his beard and looks around*
What little village did I end up in? Hmm wonder if they got a blacksmith
*Walking through the road sobering up as he walks he smells a forge and walks until he finds a black smiths forge and bangs on the door now fully sober*
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