Realistic or Modern Age of Vikings (Always Accepting!)

[NightQueen]

Malina:





Malina had stopped in the town to gather supplies and rest up before moving again.


If the situation was not as dangerous, she would have laughed at the irony of it all.


As the town was raided she had grabbed two children who had been abandoned in the confusion.


Hiding in an empty house she sheltered them while waiting it out in case they were attacked.


Her blade remained steady as the children cowered behind her.


(leaving her in the town in case anyone wants to find her )

 

[Ruckingdom293]

Inghard maneuvered through the town, two men walking beside him. Around them, men scurried from house to house, taking loot and sometimes people from their homes and dragging them back to the village square. At the end of the road he was walking was a house that seemed abandoned. He approached, raising his shield to protect himself, and gave the door a powerful kick, sending it off the rusted hinges.


The door clattered to the ground before Malina, making a small cloud of dirt on the ground from the impact. He stared at the woman, and the two children, before he saw her blade.


He pointed his axe at her, and gave her a look that commanded her to drop it. He didn't bother conversing with the woman, as the odds of her speaking their language were slim.

 

[NightQueen]

Malina looked at the tall man in front of her, he was tall and more than likely stronger than her. Usually she would have no problem putting up a fight but since there were


children involved she put her blade away and held onto the children, they may not understand each other but she made sure he knew she would not let the children out of her sight.


Standing there with a face like thunder, she waited for the man to indicate what he wanted next.

 

[Ruckingdom293]

Inghard smirked, satisfied, and approached her. "Mother?" he asked, pointing at the two young children in her grasp. Not bothering to wait for her answer he looked at the two guys behind him. "Search the place for anything, I'll take these three. Hopefully we have room on the boat," he said, grabbing her arm and dragging her roughly.


"Or else we'll just have to kill them here," he finished casually, earning chuckles from the men who began tearing apart the house for anything of value.


Inghard dragged the woman, and the two kids, back to the center of the village where a bunch of other captives were being gathered for slaves. "Earl Agnar," he called, approaching him and the strange woman who had slain so many of their men. He gave her a deep scowl, before turning back to his earl. "I've brought more slaves to sell."

 

[Ms. Sparrow]

Azura hung limply in the men's arms, her nose wasn't broken, but bleeding and in a lot of pain. Azura was weak from blood loss of her wrist, if noticed both of her hands were bloody. Her wrist spilled lots of blood, if not patched, she could possibly lose to much blood. "Go to hell" Azura croaked out hoarsely.

 

[NightQueen]

Malina stood straight, glaring the man down as they were shoved into the assembled group. She could understand certain words,


and what she heard was not good. She only had a dagger on her which was hidden of course.


She would need to use what she could to stage a get away.


She stayed quiet and watched the interactions of the men, to see who was in charge

 

[John Raptorfist]

Magnus felt a grin creep onto his lips as his earl spoke. He talked of the bloodeagle. "I'd be honored." He said, his previous anger melting away. For the blood eagle was far more painful than any death Mangnus could imagine.

 

[Ms. Sparrow]

Azura wriggled in the arms of the Vikings, trying to squirm away from them. Her blood flowed from her wrist at a higher rate.

 

[John Raptorfist]

Magnus looked down at the squirming girl with disgust and contempt. He spat a bloody wad on saliva at her feet before striking her in the jaw with his fist, making a clean smacking noise. The tall swede muttered something incomprehensible before turning his back and walking out of the tavern and into the misty, cloudy Saxon village. Rubbing his Thor pendant between his fingers as he spotted a man he knew only from his name mentioned by others. "Inghard! How goes the looting? I see you have caught some fine slaves." He shifted his icy gaze to the woman in bounds. "Will you have your way with her?" He chuckled with a mischievous smile.


@Ruckingdom293

 

[Ms. Sparrow]

Azura's head whipped to the side with the force of the slap. Azura bit back a yelp. Azura glared at him as he strode off. Azura chomped down on a Vikings arm in a fit of rage. She'd be damned if she had to die on some creepy sacrifice.

 

[Ruckingdom293]

Inghard looked down at the woman, still clutching desperately at the two children. He seemed to ponder her for a moment before shrugging. "She seems to already have two whelps, it just wouldn't be right to give her a third," he said with a smirk. "Besides, I don't care much for it. I rather like my women willing," he added at the end.


But at the end he gave a shrug, "Still, I will claim this one as my slave. Only the gods know what will come." He looked down at the woman, wondering if she even knew that he had just spared her from the clutches of men less merciful than he was. He did not care to force himself upon a woman, though this one was very attractive. He felt like he would be missing out, but there were more pressing matters at hand.


The men had gathered much of the treasure, and already fires were being set, whether by accident or on purpose made little difference. Any Saxon troops nearby would see the smoke soon enough.

 

[TwistedDreams]

Agnar held Azura by the throat and moved his face to within an inch of hers and whispered "Settle down, and i will try and keep you alive" He whispered so quietly that only the two of them could hear what he was saying. "Take her to the boats, we're going home" He announced to his men, they had more then enough loot, everyone who had come on the raid would be very rich men once they returned home. Agnar walked out of the tavern as the two vikings dragged the girl behind him "BURN THE TOWN AND GET THE LOOT ON THE SHIPS!" He yelled to his warband.

 

[NightQueen]

Malina watched in pity as the other girl struggled. She knew from her mother that to struggle meant their treatment would be worse.


She remained quiet and watched the man who had captured her. She loathed to admit it but he had not treated her as harshly as was expected.


As she was marched to the boats and loaded on, she stuck close by to the man who had captured her. It was a case of better the devil you know than the devil you don't.


Running a hand through the little girls hair she could not help but wonder what would happen to them. She understood again the word slave but right now she had no choice


but to go with them.

 

[John Raptorfist]

Magnus nodded to Inghard. "Ah. I See-" He was cut off my an order shouted by earl Agnar. Mangnus snatched a nearby torch and tossed it onto the thatch roof of a house, watching it erupt into orange flames that ate through the dry material. He could feel the heat on his face more intensely as fires were also being lit all around him. Magnus soon turned his back on the inferno and as the earl's unofficial guard of sorts, clambered up onto the lead ship. " From this point Magnus watched as the town was engulfed in licking flames and a plume of thick, black smoke reached like a pillar high into the air.

 

[TwistedDreams]

(Just so everyone knows, there will be time skips!)


Agnar climbed up onto his ship which was already starting to fill with piles of tresaure that had been looted. Following him was Magnus and the men dragging the girl. "Why do they leave all this treasure unprotected?" He asked, half to himself while smerking. He looked back at the huge fire that had now engulfed the town and the billowing smoke that filled the air. Agnar knew that news of their raid would surely reach the king of Mercia.

 

[Ruckingdom293]

"Perhaps," Inghard was quick to answer, "They believe their god protects it?" He asked, then gave a joking smirk. "Perhaps this whole horde is cursed," he said with mocking menace in his voice, eliciting some chuckles from the men around them who held various pieces or treasure. He looked over at the woman and the two children.


"Or perhaps they're just stupid."

 

[NightQueen]

Malina scowled, She knew he was just insulting now so she spoke back in their own language but her accent was clear


"Or maybe we feel stupid by being around you"





She did not move from her spot but her stance was guarded, waiting for him to say or do something. She was at her wits end with him. Frightening the children and generally being a brute.


She would not lash out but her temper was flared and she was going to give him a taste of it.

 

[Ruckingdom293]

Inghard looked down at the foreign tongue being spoken maliciously towards him, then turned to the rest of the vikings, "What do you think she is saying?" he asked, curiously, looking down her, then back to the men, a big grin on his face. "Maybe she wanted me to take her after all?" he asked, feigning surprise. He grabbed her rear roughly and pushed her along in front of him, glaring at her with a clear message.


He was the only thing really keeping her safe anymore.

 

[TwistedDreams]

Agnar crouched down so his face was level to the black haired woman's, he held his finger up to his lip while with his other hand rested his sword on one of the children's shoulders "Shh!" He hissed as he brushed his sword over the childs head.

 

[NightQueen]

Malina glared right back but said nothing. She hated the fact that he was not nearly as much of a savage as she thought.


He was also casting glares at her, she knew the meaning quite clearly.


Shut up or she was their to play with.


Thinking to herself as she looked around at the group assembled, she better come up with a plan to get herself protection.


With a sigh to herself she waited for him to approach before taking his hand and planting it firmly on her rear.


She was basically using him as protection by claiming to be his.

 

[Ruckingdom293]

Inghard had not expected to find his hand placed back on her rear, and he was even more surprised to see that she had been the one to place it there. For just a moment, curiosity flashed before his eyes, before he recovered turning to some of his friends, "You see Magnus! I don't need to take what I want, sooner or later, they all come around!" he joked to the Swede.


He was definitely not going to complain about the situation his hand was in, but he almost felt... put off by the situation. Red flags were going off in his mind, wondering if this was some kind of trick. Coming to the conclusion that Loki was behind this, he gave the girl a quick spank before removing his hand, resting it on the top of his axe.

 

[NightQueen]

Malina looked around discreetly and saw that the men had noticed the gesture. This put her mind at ease at least knowing that they would not be touched.


Sitting down once she was in the boat she coaxed the young girl to sit on her lap as she began braiding her hair, once in a while she would watch as the loot


was put on board. The thick smell of smoke from the burning houses carried the black clouds high. This place would be wiped away before anyone arrived.


She focused on her menial tasking, winding the strands of hair with ease.


She looked up at him again and gave a small nod of thanks, knowing the gesture was for her protection more than anything.


She knew some of their language but it was broken words, she would need to learn more to be able to understand them properly.





@Ruckingdom293

 

[John Raptorfist]

Magnus chuckled with amusement at Inghard. "Ha! She's probably just used to all the tiny Saxon men of this land. I bet she's practically begging for you to take her after all those 'challenged in the trousers' Saxons she's lived with." The man laughed, swinging his axe nonchalantly from side to side. "Have fun." Mangus winked at Inghard before breaking out into booming laughter. Turing his attention to Agnar, Magnus asked. "Will you kill the child? Their useless anyway." Magnus pulled some more dired pork out of a leather pouch tied to his waist and broke a piece of smoked flesh off with his teeth. His eyes darted to the woman Inghard was fondling and he grunted, "Name?" Magnus spoke to her, but he doubted she could speak his language.

 

[Ms. Sparrow]

Azura instantly shut up and stopped moving as the Earl whispered to her. She then found herself limply dragged along to the ships, leaving a trail of blood behind her due to her bleeding wrist. She stood on the ship now. Heartlessly watching the town burn to ashes silently. She didn't care about anyone she knew from the town. Just the inn. The place where she felt safest was the place she had been taken from. The irony of it made her quite grim. Just like this ship made her grim. So did these people. Azura let out a heavy sigh. And started muttering to herself in a Bulgarian language, her accent thick in her voice, her tone sounded negative by far.

 

[Kencen]

Leiknir entered a small house, a glorified shack, really, and found it to be quite dingy. He really didn’t think he’d find anything of value here, so he began to turn away. However, something caught his eye. There was food on the beat-up table against one of the walls. One place set up, and the food half eaten. He touched the meat, and found that it was still somewhat warm. The chair, missing a leg, had been pushed back farther than it really should have been, as well. Leiknir examined the small, one-room shack carefully, and found himself focusing on the bedroll. He didn’t know what it was, exactly, but he knew something was off about it. Leiknir, holding an axe at the ready, kicked away the frayed, dirty blankets.


“A little door on the ground!” Leiknir let out a hearty laugh, then tried to pull the thing open. Locked, of course. He smiled, then slammed his axe down on the lock. It only took him two smacks to break the mechanism. He drew his other axe and, one axe still stuck in the trapdoor, pulled it open from behind.


A small woman sprung out of the newly-revealed hole in the ground, slashing with an expensive-looking and well-cared for shortsword in her left hand, right at the empty air she thought whoever opened the door would be occupying. Leiknir watched in amusement as she turned to face him, flustered, and immediately she went on the warpath. Her face had reddened with rage, a nice match for her long, bright orange hair, a little dirty but still flowing down her back wonderfully. Her emerald green eyes were clouded with anger, as she rushed him again. A chill went down his spine as he stared at her. This woman, this wild woman, was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. He decided that he would have her, and that was that.


She was fast, but Leiknir deflected the blow fairly easily; she really didn’t have all that much power behind her slashes. He knew better than to underestimate his opponent, though, so he jumped to the side and backed up, creating some distance and blocking the one door in and out of the shack at the same time. He threw one axe towards her, intentionally missing a few feet to the right (he was glad to see even her reflexes were great- she had dove to his left.) and he drew his round, wooden shield. He liked to wield his two axes together during battle, but in single combat, Leiknir much preferred a shield.


He slowly moved towards her, and the woman backed away. He could see that her rage was simmering down, and being replaced by fear. And fear she should, he thought, as he closed in on her. Her back against the wall, the petite redhead pushed against the wall, thrusting her sword at Leiknir. He hadn’t expected the maneuver, but he managed to block it with his shield. The sword actually pierced through the shield, coming out a few inches on the other side, inches above Leiknir’s arm. He was impressed, and silently thanked the gods that she had not cut into his arm.


He twisted and threw the shield away, the blade still stuck in it. Now unarmed, the woman raised fists, clearly determined to fight to her dying breath. Amazing, he thought, maybe she would be worth the hand, after all. Leiknir turned his axe around, and smacked her in the shoulder with the backside, hoping he could avoid marring her pretty face. She fell to the ground, but quickly sprung to her feet and grabbed at Leiknir’s second axe, the one still stuck in her wall. It was too heavy for her, though, and Leiknir grabbed her around the waist and pushed her down before she could get it out. The last of her anger had finally trickled away, and the woman stared into his eyes, her own now fully showing fear. Leiknir kept her pinned with one hand, reached for the dirty blanket, and tore it with his mouth. He turned the woman over, and tied her hands behind her back. What perhaps impressed him the most about this woman was that, even through her anger, her fear, and her now hopeless situation, the woman had not shed a single tear. He smiled at her, then looked back into the hole she had been hiding in.


It held a dirty sack, and a half-eaten loaf of bread. Amused, he opened the sack, and almost dropped it in surprise; it was full of treasures! Gold and silver coins, mostly, but there was a small knife with a golden handle, and a small golden crown; a tiara, really.


“Well isn’t that interesting,” he said, smiling wide and looking back on the girl. She shivered in fear, looking up at him, not understanding him at all. Leiknir had learned a smattering of England’s language, from a slave of his father who had chosen to follow him in death, and he said to her, “I called Leiknir. You?”


“Sarnat,” she said, a little relief creeping into her voice. He wouldn’t ask her name if he was just going to kill her, right?


“Sarnat mine now. Understand?” She nodded quickly. He continued to smile down on her, then he picked her up, slung her over his shoulder like a rag doll and retrieved his axe and shield. He pulled the small sword out of his shield, and looked at it closer. It was a very well-made weapon, he found, and it had several loops engraved into the hilt and the base of the blade. He’d have to ask the woman about them sometime, once they understood each other better. He put his weapons, including the sword, on his belt, the shield on his back, then returned to his comrades outside.


He saw they were returning to the boats and torching the village, so he followed them, wondering how so many fellow vikings had died when he thought the battle was already over.


He approached the Earl, glad to see he was safe, but before he said anything, he saw the woman being dragged towards the boats.


“Better patch up that one’s hand,” he said to the men pulling the woman. “Now where did that healer get off too, I wonder…”


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