Realistic or Modern Age of Vikings (Always Accepting!)

[Ms. Sparrow]

Azura raised her eyebrows as he said he liked her. Most people hated her, which wasn't surprising, he obviously just didn't know her enough. "Or I could just....kill the families." Azura replied, shrugging with a guilty, amused grin before her face turned serious. "So your in charge, but your saying that I only have a fifty-fifty chance at survival when I get to your continent. Sounds fun." Azura said with a hint of sarcasm.

 

[Sharkiee]

Astrid woke in time to hear Azura comment, a laugh escaped, "dear, you can have all the confidence in the world, and you couldn't kill any of our families" she opened her eyes and strecthed, "we train from a very young age to be what we are" she shifted sitting herself forward, "you could try, but you would be lucky if they chose to kill you, and not keep you around as a play toy" she wrapped her hair to one side running her hands through it, "and I don't think the men would take kindly to their family being threatened" she smiled.

 

[Ms. Sparrow]

Azura liked Astrid, which was rare for her to like anyone but she was the only kind woman she had met in the ship. Azura let out a melodic laugh, it was the kind of cute, light laugh that made others want to laugh. "Pffffffft the men don't take kindly to my existence living." Azura looked around at everyone in the ship before back at Astrid "As for being a plaything, they already got that covered for themselves, with the other women. Guess you just gotta kill about 30 of their friends for them to not use you." Azura said bluntly with a grin, shrugging.

 

[TwistedDreams]

Agnar hit Azura hard with the back of his hand, drawing blood in her mouth. "You have a lot of confidence for a slave" Agnar snarled "30 men? I think you're overcounting" He hit her again with the back of his hand, even a skilled warrior would have difficulty killing 30 vikings. He wondered why the girl would say such things, considering that she could be killed at his word "Maybe i will let Magnus give you the blood eagle" He said, calmness returning to his voice.

 

[Sharkiee]

Astrid got to her feet, "Earl, please, is that neccessary? I understand we are all on edge from this journey" she trotted over to Azura's side, "she is still mending" her eyes stared at Agnar pleaing, her hand supporting Azura's back. "You can do as you want when we reach the homeland, but for now, can we just have peace, some of the men wish to sleep" she was exhausted herself, she just wanted the yelling and chatter to cease long enough for her to fall into a deep enough slumber.

 

[Ms. Sparrow]

Azura didn't trust them for obvious reasons, even though she was a very distrusting person. The hits happened so quickly it made Azura stagger. Azura could taste the blood fill her mouth and a soreness settled on her right jawline. However, she wouldn't give the amusement of them seeing her bleed, and swallowed back the blood grimly, she soon felt Astrids hand on her back, supporting her. She suddenly felt how exusted she was, she had not slept the night previous to her. The word "Slave" stuck in her mind and Azura found herself nearly quaking with anger. She wanted to kill. She wanted to kill him, kill Magnus, kill the children. The only thing that kept her from attacking Agnar were probably her weakened body, her wrist and the exhaustion that overwhelmed her. She looked back up at Agnar with such a deadly look, it would have enough power to scare a viking. But she did know how these men worked, they get really pissed if you kill somebody, if somebody were to just... Dissapear and get pushed overboard... Azura thought to herself.


Azura took a couple steps back from Agnar, trying to reside her rage. She regained her calm, icy composure, although her eyes now burned with an overwhelming hatred. "Your right maybe a dozen... And a couple more." Azura sneered. She started to walk away but stopped, not looking at him she said somewhat softly "And as for letting Magnus have his way... I guess that just shows what kind of leader you are." She said softly and icely. Before dissapearing further down the ship, she stopped at the side of the ship, looking out at the grey-blue water. For the first time, she was scared for her life, and that terrified her more.

 

[TwistedDreams]

"Yes, a leader willing to sacrifice a slave to the gods" Agnar replied yawning as he stood up, grabbing a string of rope lying next to him. He walked over to Azura who was now at the side of the ship and wrapped the rope around her head and mouth to serve as a gag. He was sick of hearing her antagonizing remarks and knew she would continue, no matter how much he hit her. He then turned to Astrid "Yes, it is neccessary and this is my ship so i can do what i want here" The stress of the whole raid was clearly starting to get to Agnar.

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@John Raptorfist @Kencen @DarknessSpirit @Sharkiee @sprouhtt @Haus Of Alaska)


TIME SKIP


(Egersund)

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The rest of the journey went by in relative peace as Azura remained gagged and everyone was still tired from the raid or in the case of the children, to scared to speak. Agnar sat, half asleep in the frosty morning when he suddenly heard a man yell from one of the other ships, he stood up and sure enough, in the distance he could see that their ships had reached Egersund, his Earldom and home.

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[Ms. Sparrow]

Azura refused to sleep the entire journey. She'd rather die from sleep deprivation then be sacrificed. Or used. That was her biggest fear. To be reminded of the past, used as a slave. Azura had also refused to eat. Azura stayed out on the ship at nights, not sleeping and feeling as if it were days passing by rather then hours. The gag she found was very annoying and had even tried manipulating a Viking to cut it off, but she got caught. Azura was silently staring off into space when she heard a shout. She jumped up, startled. She turned to find then approaching a land, from what she could only guess was Egersund. Her stomach lurched in a pit of fear and she suddenly had an overwhelming desire to jump off the ship. Azura instantly started pulling at her bonds.

 

[Sharkiee]

Astrid could see her breath, her heart raced, she knew she was home. As her boat docked the small wharf she began to collect her stuff together, she looked up at Azura and the other woman ,frowning she approached Agnar nervously, "my Earl, I apologize for speaking out of place earlier" she lowered her head out of respect, "I need to take this woman back to my home, she needs more healing, she has refused to eat" she looked back up at him referring to Azura, "When she is fit and well, I can return her back to you" she shifted on the spot uneasy, she was well aware of the hatred for this woman, but what the men had planned would most likely kill her.

 

[Ruckingdom293]

Inghard felt no real pride or love for the town of Egersund. It was not his native place, and although he had made a few friends here, it did not separate it from the other towns that he'd stayed at in the past. Hearing that the woman was once against the topic of conversation, he turned to Astrid.


"I would not trust you, Astrid, to be able to keep her safe by yourself. She should stay in any kind of cell you can manage, or better yet we should just drown her in the sea now," he added, turning now to Agnar.


Regardless of the decision, she had managed to kill and overpower a few of their own men. Letting her stay with Astrid was a good way for her to escape and wreak havoc on the town and its people.

 

[Sharkiee]

Astrid turned glaring at Inghard, "if that is so, then someone can assist me and guard her" her hands on her hips, "I would not feel right about myself if I let the poor woman die in a cold cell" she looked Azura over again before setting her eyes back on Inghard, her stare icy, "you will not drown her, that has already been decided by the Earl, there are plans for her, but for now I wish to tend to her somewhere, if not my home, set me up somewhere to be guarded" her eyes flickering around the boat, "I have more than just her to tend too, so make your minds up quickly" she huffed snatching her stuff up and storming towards the wharf.

 

[TwistedDreams]

The villagers of Egersund flocked around the warf cheering as men disembarked holding the treasures of their raid. Agnar nodded at Astrid's apology but he would not allow her to take Azura to her home "Bring her to my hall, you can tend to her there" The Earl's hall would be heavily guarded making it extremely difficult for Azura to escape. "Do not untie her or remove her gag" He ordered. "You two" He motioned at two Beserkers "accompany Astrid and this slave to my hall, if she tries anything, kill her" he looked back at Azura. "Gladly" One of the beserkers replied.

 

[Ms. Sparrow]

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Azura narrowed her eyes and struggled against the two Berserkers as they grabbed her and started to lead her away. Azura squirmed but her efforts were useless, and she had become weaker during the trip due to not eating or sleeping.

 

[Sharkiee]

She watched as the Berserkers pulled her off the ship, passing one some of her belongings, "quickly please" she ordered. Passing through the crowd, people clearing a thin path for them to walk through. She nodded a few greetings to men and women as she passed through, they were mainly there to greet the warriors.


She continued up the bank towards the large hall, her arms wrapped around her to keep her warmth. A guard already at the door to the hall had put his arm out to stop them, she muttered a few words to him and he soon let them pass.


The great hall was empty, a fire pit sat in the middle, fur scattered around it on the floor, a few seats placed in a semi circle pointing towards the Earls throne, tables pushed against the walls for more space. She motioned for the Berserkers to leave the girl in one of the seats, a long and thick log of wood, as she tended to the fire.

 

[sprouhtt]

@sprouhtt[/URL]

Decthalia let out a small scoff as she watched as he put on what seemed to look like a necklace around her. As he did she looked at it and couldn't figure out what the design was or what he was trying to make of it but all she knows is that she didn't like it. Decthalia heard a few men yelling saying that they had arrived to the land of Eagersund and she looked to the left and saw the land becoming much bigger as they approached it. "No man who disrespects a women as much as you did to me should deserve to know my name." Decthalia said to him in a cold tone of voice as the boat docked, Decthalia followed the others out of the ship where they were told to stand still for a moment while they unloaded. Decthalia didn't know what she got herself into but all she knew is that there was going to be a huge mess at the end of this all.


(is that where everyone is, the grand hall?)

 

[NightQueen]

Malina had remained silent watching as their ship pulled in.


She knew Inghard was not from here so she stood beside him and gave his arm a small squeeze


"How are you feeling?"


She asked him as she looked out over the city they were approaching. Her hand remaining where it was.


The time at sea had warmed her to him but it was unspoken between them





@Ruckingdom293

 

[Ruckingdom293]

Inghard felt Malina's arm on his and frowned, a tired look on his face. He looked at her, before turning back to the town. "I've made it across the great sea, and now it's time to feast." When he turned back to her, he had renewed fire in his eyes, before he jumped off the boat onto the docks. Nothing warmed his spirits more than the prospect of mead, food, and song around a great fire.


He did appreciate his slave's kind gesture, but he was still wary of any tricks she might have up her sleeve.

 

[Ms. Sparrow]

Azura allowed herself to silently be seated, not like she had a choice in the matter. She glanced at the throne and scoffed under the gag, rolling her eyes. She then glanced at the fire and silently watched it burn.

 

[Kencen]

Throughout the long voyage home, Leiknir continued to speak with Sarnat, the redheaded woman he had captured. Using England’s language constantly, he was able to remember more and more of his old studies, memories he had not had reason to tap into in years. He got Sarnat to teach him as well, and by the end of the voyage, while he certainly couldn’t pass for a local, he could communicate effectively. Leiknir admired the passion in her eyes as she spoke of her original home- Leinster, a kingdom in a land even beyond England! He’d heard rumors of a land further west, but there was so little information about the land that he hadn’t been sure it really existed. Now, he was sure; he didn’t believe Sarnat could fake the grief he saw in her face when she recounted the tale of her homecoming, and the subsequent betrayal. Sarnat told him that her kingdom was as green as England was dreary, a concept that excited him. He found the tale fascinating, and decided he’d like to see this Leinster land with his own eyes someday.


When they got off the boat, he let Sarnat walk on her own, her hands still bound and his arm around her waist. Realizing he had never handed over the sack of coins, Leiknir joined the men carrying the treasure horde to the great hall.


“Wait,” Sarnat said, quietly. “Under the coins are my maps. Please, keep them as you keep me. They are my life’s work…” She looked into his eyes, pleading.


“Pieces of paper? Not treasure, we can keep,” he nodded, intrigued. She had yet to ask him for anything, but these little sheets of paper were so important to her. He dug into the bag, removed the paper, folded it up and placed it in Sarnat’s pants pocket. The short redhead leaned against him, a ghost of a smile coming onto her face.


Sarnat felt lucky, all things considered, compared to some of the other women taken from the village. One woman in particular had been beaten by their leader, despite already being wounded. Whenever a captive died on the boats, the vikings simply dumped the body overboard; she’d seen it happen on a few of the the other boats. Leiknir had provided sufficient food and water for her during the voyage, much more than could be said for some of the others. She had actually eaten better on the boat than she usually did living the life of a vagrant in the Mercian village. She had behaved herself, and he had not hurt her at all, since their fight in her home. She felt he was what passes for a good man in this world rife with violence and war. She felt no loyalty to the village or the Kingdom of Mercia; truth be told, she wouldn’t particularly miss any of those slain during the raid. Being the slave of a good man couldn’t be any worse than being the wife of some nobleman twice her age, the fate she was sure had originally awaited her, she decided.


The two stood in the great hall, Leiknir smiling as he admired the growing treasure trove set before the Earl’s throne. He placed the sack of gold on the pile, then stood back awaiting the Earl. Sarnat simply stood there, wondering what her future might hold.

 

[NightQueen]

Malina opted to head inside to the hall. She was feeling drained,


the little girl that had come with them did not last the journey. She had been sent to the gods.


With a sigh she headed inside the hall. The boy would be given training for weaponry when they reached their final destination.


She found a sleeping chamber and she threw herself onto the fur and fell asleep.

 

[Sharkiee]

Astrid watched the girl, her face in a hard line, she signaled for one of the Berserkers to bring over her pot, she knew the girl had to eat, broth would be the easiest option. She placed the pot over the fire, filling it with water, she tossed in sage, rosemary and waiting for it to boil, she cut some leaks up on the hard floor, dropping them into the bubbling water. "Will you eat?" she asked Azura, "for me?" her eyes softened, she did not wish the woman to die under her watch. She stood close to the fire warming herself, watching the water, strirring it patiently.

 

[John Raptorfist]

The jagged fjords that rose from the pale blue sea were tipped with the foggy greens of the northern trees, lichens, and grasses of the land around Eagersund. Magnus wasn't attached to this town, for he'd only lived there for about six months or so, but he was glad to be back in the land of his people. Kittiwakes and gulls circled above them, letting out their screeching calls. The boats seemed to pick up speed as they reached the docks, as if excited themselves to be back home. Villagers, some Mangus recognized, some he did not, cheered as they docked. With a wide grin, Magnus hoisted his slave up onto his shoulders with a huff, earning a few cheers from a few men he'd met at the local mead hall. "Now, it is a time to make merry and feast! He told the slave girl, kicking the door of the great hall open. A great fire roared and some of the raiding party was already there. People played merry music and Mangus hummed a raiding tune he'd learned from his father. A large roasted boar was being laid out, and slaves began to carry mugs of mead to the raiders. Magnus laughed, sitting his slave down next to him on a large, solid oak table. Normally, he wouldn't even tolorate a slave sitting at the long table with the other Vikings, but he wanted to show his slave their way of life. Snatching a two flagons of mead, he thrust one into the hands of the slave girl, the honey brew giving off a sweet odor. "Drink."


@sprouhtt

 

[TwistedDreams]

"To the great Hall, let us feast!" Agnar yelled to the crowd, they cheered in response. Agnar lead the crowd towards the great hall, spotting a few of them crying at realization that their loved ones had died on the raid. He stopped at a middle aged woman "Do not despare, your son is feasting with Odin in Valhalla" he said putting a hand on her shoulder.


Agnar entered the hall followed by the crowd that quickly pulled out the tables from the sides of hall, preparing for the feast. A large pile of gold and silver objects had amounted before his throne, here Agnar would decide how the treasure would be divided. Agnar sat on his throne, next to it was the throne of his future wife which at the moment, remained empty, Agnar was currently the last member of the house of Vzrosk.


In only a few minutes the ale was flowing and the men were feasting, Agnar stood up from his throne and the chatter died down as the crowded hall waited for his words.

 

[sprouhtt]

@sprouhtt[/URL]

Decthalia was kicking him as he threw her over his shoulders to go into the great hall where there was a beautiful feat prepared for the raiders. Decthalia was placed down to sit on a long log. "I am not hungry," She said to him as she put down the meat that he had handed to her on the table. She was going to dine into a stolen meal or at least their meal. Decthalia smelled the scent of the honey brew and it was a pleasant smell but she would rather starve herself then to eat with this man and the other ferocious vikings. "Don't think that just because I boarded that ship makes me your slave. I do not bow down nor serve anyone but myself." Decthalia said as she spat.

 

[Ms. Sparrow]

Azura watched the pot hungrily but she knew if she ate and slept, a worse fate would await her. Azura considered Astrid a friend, which was quite rare on her terms since she had only made one friend in her lifetime who died. Azura had become so negative over the course of her life she had become hated. Azura shook her head softly no. You could see the fear visable ok her face for the first time. She pointed to the throne, meaning Agnar, then she pointed to herself, then dragged her finger across her throat, signaling slitting throat. She then tried to signal time. Trying to get out that Agnar, or another Viking would kill her soon. She'd rather die hungry then in complete pain.