All was silent in the mead hall of Narra, only the cracking of the hearth fire could be heard.
"The Mad King Bonesaw has declared war on us, his peaceful neighbors. Broken the ancient rights of passage granted us by our Velucan brothers and spurned our attempts at negotiation. Now he marches his armies on us.", the Chieftain softly began, as he stood before his accursed wooden throne.
"How high must we stack their skulls before they learn? They were once like us, but they became corrupted by weak and petty gods. They even clad themselves as the foreigners do! How far they have fallen! This Mad King has led them to ruin!"visitors can't see pics , please
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login"I have consulted the shamans, they say Týr is with us, that the God of Law demands we take the lands of these wayward fools. That we must bring them back to the Gods of their ancestors. Two enormous ravens have been spotted circling to the east, this can only mean that Huginn and Muninn are watching and if they are, then we know Odin is with us too."
Pausing to collect his thoughts The Chieftain looked at all the men present. Every man of distinction whom has sworn loyalty to him. Tormund Forkbeard, back from his adventures in the faraway lands and Rotfeast, whos breath could be smelled from across the hall. The Battle-Brothers Surtr and Guiness stood close by listening quietly, as they always do. Uhtred the Traveller and Corpsedrop the Hammer watched from the corner. Hungry and Spin, both with steely eyes listened. Thorn the Wounder stood in the back, ready as always. The newest men stood in the middle, Euron Odin-Blessed, Harry Fur-Mane, and Carac Skald-Tongue. The Ancient One, Ingleram Isenzahn, stood farthest in the back nearest the doors. He still prefers the cold of the outdoors, even now after all these years.
"The Gods are with us and with all of you here, we have assembled our largest warband ever. There will be no holding back this time, no mercy for these rabid dogs. We will do this the old way, with iron and blood."
The Chieftain raised his hand up, revealing two letters to the assembled men.
"I have in my hand letters from those who we have shed blood with. The first, from the Dragoni of Valhallia, it reads..."
"To my brothers of the steppe, word has reached us of the madness of the Hounds. It saddens me to see people to fall to such insanity. They have threatened your lands and betrayed the ancient ways of their ancestors, because of this and our alliance, we, The Dragoni of Valhallia march to your aid with all haste. Warmest Regards, Artyem of Dracul"
"And the second letter, from The Frisian Freedom, it reads..."
"HoC is gay. Hugs and kisses, Daruvian of Frisia." There also seems to be rough sketch of a stick figure shaking his ass, drawn next to Daruvian's name. Sandersson's mark, it has to be.
Not a single man even breathed, even the fires crackling was dulled in that moment and when the Chieftain spoke it was as if Thor unleashed his mightiest thunderbolt.
"With these letters, it is confirmed. Our old brothers of Fimbulvetr march with us! Divided we are, but brothers we remain!"
They say the cheering and cries of "Fimbulvetr!" could be heard as far away as the mountains to the west, where the giants live.visitors can't see pics , please
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"Is it time? So soon? What have those retards got themselves into now?" The Jarl angrily said.
"The signs are right and besides, all the giants are already dead. But the Hounds... they need killing." replied The Shaman.
