Realistic or Modern Age of Vikings (Always Accepting!)

[northguy]

Aron followed after Azura before diverting for the ships once more, looking over to her as he began to step in, "No one's calling you slave again, not where we're headed." He mumbled as he began to quickly manage the ship, using the hatchet to cut the rope that attached it to the deck as he began to loose the sails. He heaved a breath, taken head of the ship as he began to sail it off away from the battle. He looked back over to Azura, sailing the ship with a practiced ease, "I'm taking you home." Chuyen would only be an hour of sailing away, he estimated. Somehow, even though none of his plans worked, he had himself right where he wanted to be. Lucky man.


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[TwistedDreams]

Agnar let out a groan of pain, every part of his body seemed to be aching. He looked around, his thoughts turning to Astrid, she had been in the battle and he hadnt seen her since his duel with Magnus "Astrid!" He yelled, looking around desperately "Astrid!" He yelled again but in vain as she was no where to be seen. Panick crept in to him as he let out a painful groan, fearing the worst. He suddenly heard the sound of footsteps as he was pulled to his feet, a man holding each of his arms. "We won my king, Earl Hakon is dead" One of the men said in his ear "Healer!" The man yelled, spotting Agnar's wounds.


The men guided Agnar off the beach, as he limped holding onto them for support he spotted a boy, no older then sixteen lying dead in the sand, a large wound under his chin. Agnar knew this boy, he was the son of a chicken farmer in Egersund, he limped away from the hold of his men and over to the boy who's body was still and eyes were wide open. He let out a gasp of pain as he knelt beside the boy, putting two fingers over his eyes to close them "Feast in Valhalla my friend" He said with sadness in his voice.

 

[Ruckingdom293]

Inghard slowly made his way over to Agnar, clutching the severed head of Hakon in his hands, holding him under his arm, drumming his fingers along the side of his deceased foe's face.


He stopped beside Agnar, his other hand clutching at the large gash in his chain and leather, leaving a red mark across his chest. He let out a shaky breath, as he watched Agnar say goodbye to a young soldier. He lowered his head in sadness, realizing that his home village had suffered its own share of young men and women lost. He looked at the beach, where at least three hundred bodies lay, from all sides, strewn about the sands. It was a large number of soldiers to lose, and only time would tell how many were theirs and how many from Bersig.


They had all fought well today, and every soldier had earned his or her place in Valhalla.


"My King," he said.


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[Kencen]

“That’s right! You’d better run!” Leiknir shouted at the retreating boats, wading into the water. “Run all the way back to Bersig! Run with your tails between your legs, like the pathetic dogs you are!” He took several ragged breaths, trying to calm himself down, but then an archer from one of the boats fired an arrow at him. The shot went quite wide, so Leiknir just laughed at him, but he backed out of the water anyway. He turned back to gaze at the battlefield. He was saddened to see that so many good men had died, but he took some comfort in knowing that they would all find their place among the gods.


Leiknir made his way to the camp, blood still seeping from the cut on his shoulder. All of the healers were busy- he was pleased to see that Iver, the dark-haired young man whose face had been cut, was being treated. He went to them, and sat next to Iver.


“You fought well today, Iver. You truly are a man of Egersund!” He grinned, and patted Iver on the back.


“Thank you, Leiknir Giantslayer,” Iver said, grinning through the pain of the salve as it was applied to his face. Leiknir groaned at the name, but kept grinning anyway.


“He was not any bigger than me,” Leiknir said, shaking his head. “I should have told you all right away. It is probably too late, now.”


“I know that, Leiknir,” Iver said, a shit-eating grin plastered to his face. “I was the one who saw your fight!” He just laughed as Leiknir pushed him over. After a piercing death glare from the healer, though, he helped Iver up, and the two burst out laughing. The healer just rolled her eyes and began working on Leiknir’s shoulder. He winced as the stinging salve was spread over the cut.


When the healer was finally done with them, they wandered off looking for Agnar and Inghard. They were in the middle of the battle field, standing near Valdr, the fisherman’s son and Iver’s friend. Iver brushed a few tears out of his eyes as he gazed at his friend’s body. Leiknir pretended not to see, of course.


“My King,” Inghard said, and Leiknir stood next to him, nodding at Agnar. Iver stood a few paces behind Leiknir, just to his right. It was a wonder to Iver, how he and Agnar, both the same age, seemed to live in completely different worlds.

 

[Ms. Sparrow]

Azura stepped in silently, wondering where Aron would take them. Azura looked back at the battlefield they we're leaving behind, escape from Agnar, leaving Astrid behind, who seemingly never cared for her at all, which for some reason angered Azura. Azura looked at Aron professionally sailing the ship. "Where is home?" She whispered softly, still upset from being called a slave.

 

[northguy]

Aron steered through the river as the sounds of battle began to slowly leave his ears, letting out a few shaky breaths as he relaxed against the wooden hull of the ship. He looked over to Azura who had ended up next to him, focusing on the water shortly after, ".. England. I'm going to meet your king." He spoke briefly as he reached onto his belt, pulling off a wineskin and taking a large gulp of the dark red liquid, offering it back over to Azura shortly after. "I told Chuyen to go somewhere specific should I ever be captured.. I tend to escape. We will take the supplies from my wagon and we will begin sail. Are you ready?"

 

[Ms. Sparrow]

Azura nodded in approval, taking the wine skin and taking an large sip from it, war wasn't easy to process. Azura looked back unsurely "They won't pursue us. Their too wounded, besides we're not worth the time." Although Azura didn't sound to sure if herself. She looked back on the water "Why do you want to meet the king?" Azura leaned over the rail by the steering wheel, focusing on the dark waves.

 

[northguy]

Aron let her keep sipping the wine skin, his blood already running slightly warm as it settled in his stomach.He let out a sigh as he went to the center of the ship, beginning to manage the sails as he leaned down. "Because I'm going to take over the world someday. Gotta start somewhere, eh?" He said this ever casually, letting out a chuckle as he finished, the ship beginning to speed up as he wandered back to te head of it. "Even if they pursued us.. Their army needs to recover, they'll spend a night camping. We'll be headed toward your homeland before they even board their ships."

 

[Ms. Sparrow]

Azura turned and watched him manage the sails with a grin, shaking her head at his small joke, taking another sip from the wineskin, God knows she needed a drink before looking back at the battlefield they faded away from. "They wouldn't need an army to grab us." Azura said somewhat bitterly, taking another sip of the wine. An idea popped into her head that nearly made her spit out her drink. "The Vikings have been causing problems with England lately...." Azura trailed with a grin pacing around the ship "Did you know that England has one of the largest armies?" She said with a wiry grin, nearly jumping from excitement as her idea ran through her head.

 

[northguy]

Aron watched her as he continued to steer the ship, relaxed back on the hull of it. He yawned at her question, offering a short smile afterward, "If they could be unified, I'm sure." He kicked off his boots as he watched the scenery go by in the darkness, great Norwegian forests and mountains surrounding the moonlit river. He looked back up to her, giving a smile as he spoke, "Your family.. They had influence there, yes?"

 

[Ms. Sparrow]

Azura paused with her movement as he asked about her family, she frowned as if thinking, she shrugged "More or less" Azura said spinning around one of the sails ropes before twisting a strand of her hair, making a pouty face, yet with a sly grin as if thinking something clever "You see, The Vikings will raid England again in sure, this will put the king in a... Delicate situation. You see, many could start questioning the Kings position, he'll need to do something, but what?" Azura said with a clever smile she quickly jogged over, swinging and spinning playfully around the wheel, while looking at Aron "If the armies we're to unite, then they would be much larger then Agnar's little army of barbarians. If we were to inform the king of Agnar's delicate, wounded army..." Azura trailed off, grinning ear to ear slyly at Aron.

 

[northguy]

Aron's gaze remained out on th scenery around him as she spoke, smiling slightly as he listened to her words, finally adding on as she finished her words. "That and much more, darling." He commented back with a grin, looking up to where she still stood on the ship, "Why don't you sit?" He asked shortly, making room from where he was for her to sit next to him should she choose, diverting his gaze back at the forests.

 

[Ms. Sparrow]

Azura sat next to Aron, the plan playing out in her head perfectly. England would destroy the Vikings. Which would be just what Azura wanted. They screwed with the wrong "Saxon". Azura bit her lip, playing with a strand of her hair, she was just a little tipsy now. "Of course, Agnar is smart, he'll realize that we withhold valuable information for the king and could definitely try and pursue us. But if not... There will be no Vikings left to taint this world." Azura said slyly, resting her head back against the wood and staring at the scenery.

 

[northguy]

Aron looked over to her as she placed herself next to him, gently drawing out plans in his head as he spoke back to her. "The Viking men are much better infantry than the Saxons, no doubt. Though I'll have to teach your king how to fight them." He said with a small chuckle, casually resting his arm on the woman's shoulders. "And not all of the Vikings nee to be killed, just need to put them toward the right cause. Then they can be useful." He said as he laned back against the ship, letting it go straight down the river.

 

[Ms. Sparrow]

Azura made a pouty face "Fine...But we gotta at least kill 75 percent." She said stubbornly, not even noticing Aron's arm. She looked at him "The Kings a stubborn greedy man, he won't get past anything unless somethings in it for him." She said in all seriousness. Azura gazed up at the dark sky in awe, she always loved stars.

 

[Sharkiee]

Astrid had moved on from her resting place in the long grass. Her body hurt, that bloody slave... stumbling through the grass she made her way north. The stars had finally come out, making things a little cooler. She shivered as the climate around her changed, the grass was no longer green and lush, but dry and frosted. A long breath escaped her lips, causing a white cloud of condensation to float in front of her, why did she have to travel north, why could Magnus not meet her half way. Her face burned with annoyance, she was going to smack that man, broken nose or not, she had made her mind up on that. She wrapped her arms around herself and trudged onwards.

 

[TwistedDreams]

Agnar nodded at Inghard and Leiknir as his men guided him to the great hall. As he walked off the beach he could see the bodies that littered the ground and the various healers rushing around to help the wounded. Once inside the hall, a young healer attended to him. He groaned in pain as she removed the arrow from his leg and cleaned his other wounds, before bandaging them up.

TIME SKIP, NEXT DAY, LATE MORNING (

@Ruckingdom293 @Kencen @DarknessSpirit @northguy @John Raptorfist @Sharkiee @The Elusive Shadow )

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Agnar awoke, as he sat up in his bed every part of his body seemed to ache, especially his leg. He stood up, but only for a moment before his leg gave way causing him to fall hard on the ground. He groaned letting out a cough of pain, rolling over onto his back. Had all this violence been worth it? His thoughts turned to Astrid, wondering if the men had found her body, he could hear the villagers rushing around outside, cleaning up after the battle.

 

[John Raptorfist]

Clenching his teeth, Magnus sat in the firelight, digging the arrowhead that had hit him in the shoulder earlier with his seax. It was a long, bloody and extremely painful ordeal, but soon enough, the maroon stained arrowhead clattered to the wooden floor of the great hall. His bloodied hands still shook as he dipped the knife's blade into the orange-hot glowing coals of the fire pit nearby. Now was the time for the real pain to ensue. Taking the now glowing blade, he set it flat on the wound. Blood evaporated instantaneously and the smell of burnt flesh filled Magnus's nostrils. He couldn't help but scream as he strained against himself from throwing the seax across the room. Soon enough he let go, the wound cauterized. His breath was ragged and his body shaking as if he'd stepped in a frozen stream. Nobody had asserted themselves as earl of Bersig yet, so Magnus had spent the time while he wasn't resting, gathering support. With the help of the knife Aron had given him, he was attracting quite the crowd.

 

[northguy]

Timeskip


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The boat rocked in the open ocean air as Aron and Azura leaned against the wooden hull. The small man was used to sailing, going out on the open ocean, while Aron had trouble getting back used to it. Miles of nothing surrounded them, should they be caught in a storm, it could mean their end. Aron was not done with this world. The boat was riddled with supplies to make the journey, food and water, and even a jug of wine to make the resting more reasy. Aron pulled out a small Chinese compass from one of the bags, one of the few relics he had obtained on his journeys eastward. He estimated their direction befre nodding to himself, looking over to Azura. "We're on track.. Tell me. What part of England does your family come from? The north, or the south?"


@DarknessSpirit

 

[Ms. Sparrow]

Azura stared out at the peaceful sea, looking down into the water, age leaned over the side of the ship, she turned around at Arons question "My family settled here 30 years ago in the north. Their dead." Azura said cooly.

 

[Sharkiee]

The guards paid no mind to Astrid as she barged through the gates into Bersig, she was obviously unarmed, and very unimpressed. Her clothes were splatter with mud and her hair was a mess, travel north he said, like it was a hop skip and a jump. She had stopped to rest over night, with a tiny fire to keep her warm, but the sounds of the night kept her up, with no weapon to defend herself. Finally she reached what she assumed was the great Hall, her stomach a mix of excitement and anger. She pushed it open to find Magnus, seated near the fire pit. "Comfortable?" She growled.

 

[John Raptorfist]

Magnus squinted his icy eyes as the doors to the main hall burst open, cascading bright light in their wake. It was Astrid. She looked deshevled to say the least. He probably wasn't looking amazing either, looking like he just got out of a street brawl. "By the gods, no!" He exclaimed, forcing out a small chuckle. He motioned to a chair next to him. "Sit, Astrid." After a small period of silence,he spoke up again. "I'm sorry I couldn't go with you, or meet you halfway, or something..." He rubbed his forehead with his palm. "But I'd get shot if I didn't head for the ships."


@Sharkiee

 

[Sharkiee]

She didn't sit as he motioned her to do, she stood glaring down at him, her hair falling down at the side of her face, "oh, so that's your excuse for just leaving? You got shot last time too?" She wanted to hit him, her eyes drifting to the wound on his shoulder. She smirked slightly as she rested her hands on her hips, at least he's hurting enough.


@John Raptorfist

 

[John Raptorfist]

Magnus opened his mouth to speak just as Astrid made her second remark. Was she still angry about that? "I already told you. There is nothing left for me in Egersund. The only reason I left without telling you is because the desicion to leave with the Slav was on a whim, okay?" The swede shrugged, cursing as he did, due to forgetting about his injured shoulder. "Astrid..." He said, pulling out the ornate seax and rolling it in his hands. "I might become the next earl of Bersig.." He said, studying the knife.


@Sharkiee

 

[northguy]

Aron stood up as he looked out at the open ocean, his arm wrapping around the center pole in the ship. He looked back down to her, giving a short nod, "The north it is, then. The Vikings will likely return to where they once landed." He let out a sigh as he looked out at the open sea, leaning his head on the wooden pole. "Are you alright?" He finally asked down to her, squinting as he watched ahead of them, the wind blowing at his back.


@DarknessSpirit