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14.5 – Conference
The Heidrun ran up the white flag as they approached the freehold Gabriel led them to. Even so, as he waited at the top of the gangplank, while Gabriel approached up the beach, they were greeted by a sturdy older woman wielding a massive axe in one hand and a proper shield in the other. […]
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13.3 – The Court of Iron and Brass
Jorir took a little of his remaining coin, small though it was, to visit the bathhouse that night. He would give Thane Soggvar no excuse to abuse him that he could avoid. The next morning he put formal braids in his beard and – for the first time in many a year – wore the […]
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10.48 – The Thing
Over the course of the next three weeks, something more than half of all the jarls who once swore allegiance to Raen arrived in port at Breidelstein or sent pigeons explaining why they couldn’t. Stigander made a point of greeting each and every Jarl personally, after which they would spend some time in hushed conversation […]
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10.20 – Berserker
Einarr heard the warriors aboard the trapped wolfling ship give a battle roar only moments before they swarmed over the boarding lines. The ship swayed under the weight of reinforcements even as the fire spread from the arrows along the deck boards. Einarr set his mouth in a grim line. They needed to take out […]
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10.2 – Strategy
A note in Jorir’s voice caught Einarr’s ear. “Well, spit it out. What’s the matter?” “Only this. How many more skirmishes like that can we take?” Einarr frowned. “That probably depends on how many volleys we have to fire. You’re concerned about supplies, then.” “Aye. That, and manpower.” “You’re right, of course.” Movement caught Einarr’s […]
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9.27 – Harbor Assault
The decks of the Vidofnir and her allies had finally been sluiced clean of the blood of their countrymen. The inscribed runes on the yardarms had evidently had some effect, as they were no longer stymied at every turn. But breaking through always came at a cost, and Einarr mourned those that fell every time. […]
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9.5 – War Footing
All the new crew members needed time to arm themselves and see to their affairs, but that suited Einarr and the Vidofnings just fine. Einarr, in particular, had some matters to attend to regarding his new ship. Thus, it was decided that the three ships would sail to war one week hence. On board the […]
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7.9 – Temple
The Shroud, Melja said, was stored in an inner chamber of the village’s temple to the gods. The morning, like most mornings on the island, was bright and clear even under the fluttering canopy of birch and ash as Melja led Einarr down an unfamiliar path. The path sloped gently upward here, and the ground […]
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7.1 – Reunion
It was unlikely that the public hall in East Port had seen a celebration of this magnitude in the whole of its existence. After the purification ritual, Stigander and Bollinn agreed that some sort of relaxation was in order. The Matrons, unexpectedly, agreed and, what’s more, declared that they would host the feast. Perhaps it […]
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5.24 – Second Chance
That cut on his side was going to be a problem. It wasn’t likely to kill him, he didn’t think, but the blood showed no sign of slowing yet. Well. A bandage was just cloth, and he was wearing plenty of that. Einarr gripped the hem of his tunic and tore. The fabric came off […]
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