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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*Liv hands it to him*”A Rune stick it describes the tavern atmosphere”, she said sheathing her knife.
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“cool” i say handing it back
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*Liv nods and puts it in her pocket, she glanced over to the girl then back to Eyiolfr*”You could exchange battle story’s, I bet she has some pretty good ones “, she said innocently.
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“what are you talking about?”
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“Come on man I saw ye stairing at her bet you want to tell her your manly battle story’s”, she said clueless.
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“all my stories are boring”
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“Hell no, any battle story is entertaining”, she waving her hand.
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“they are not all interesting” i say shaking my head “she probably has better ones anyway” i say looking back at the woman
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“Alright I am just saying”, he said shrugging in defeat. She rumaged through her pockets to try and find something to do.
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*Liv stood after a wile of rumaging and finding nothin which was probably a good thing since it was late*”I am going Cousin, Take care”, she said waving, she walked back home sticking to the lamp lights, once she was home she Locked the door behind her, she undid her braid, kicked her boots off and went to bed very tiered*
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I head out to the nearby forest and look out over the small village
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Torrad was in the woods at a stump, cutting bigger logs into smaller logs with a big looking axe.
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I hear someone chopping logs in the distance, i think nothing of it, I cut down a small tree and drag it to Liv’s shop/house thing
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Torrad continues his work, a three-legged dog walking up to him and then stiffening, looking away in the direction of the village as he barks, the sound of a tree being taken down. “Hm? Nolegs, settle down girl.” I look in the distance and see nothing, the woods too thick.
“Bah, nothing important I’m sure. Keep watching around Nolegs.” The dog wanders a bit, walking over to the direction and barking a few more times, before going over to piss on a tree. Torrad continues his work…
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I drop the tree off at the back of Liv’s place, then I go to my house and grab a bow and some arrows, as I am almost out of meat, I return to the woods and look for tracks, I see rabbit tracks and begin to follow them