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Iskjerne Vikings

Norse pagan explorers and settlers from Iskjerne Bay.

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a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by Sigurd Hring

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Titans of the North, with a line of ancient kings going back for centuries to the time of the Trojan War.

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Yngling Dynasty:
The Ynglings are mythological kings of old...

House of Gamla:
Njord (god)
Yngvi-Frey (god)
Freyja (goddess)
Iskjerne Ljosalfar (light elves)
Iskjerne Svartalfar (dark elves)
Dainn (elfish god)
Dvalinn (dwarfish god)

Thracian Dynasty:
Some of the Thracians fought in the Trojan War...
Odin (god)
Frigg (goddess)
Thor (god)
Ivaldi (dwarfish king)
Volund (elfish king)
Iskjerne Valkyrjur (viking angels)
Iskjerne Einherjar (heroic undead)

Wartooth Dynasty:
Harald Wartooth was a legendary high king and the uncle of Sigurd Hring, and was killed by his nephew Sigurd Hring during the semi-legendary Battle of Bravellir, where Tryggvi and Olaf Trygvirsson lost their lives and became national heroes of old.

House of Ellrulf:
Harald Wartooth (high king) - deceased
Olaf Trygvirsson (jarl) - deceased
Ellrulf Trygvirsson (jarl) - deceased
Ulfric Ellrufsson (jarl) - deceased

Ringtaker Dynasty:
Following the establishment of the House of Munso and flying the Raven Banner of King Sigurd the Ringtaker, the vikings of Iskjerne Bay are Norse pagans who practice Heathenry and Norse paganism.

House of Munso:
Sigurd Hring (high king/dragon slayer) - deceased
Hrollaug Kettilsson (arch duke) - deceased
Ragnar Lothbrok Sigurdsson (high king/dragon slayer) - deceased
Lagertha (queen)
Bjorn Ironside Ragnarsson (king)
Ubbe Ragnarsson (prince)
Hrafn-Floki the Vitki (shipbuilder/runemaster/seer)
Hethel Svensson (king/dragon tamer)
Engöll the Archer (jarl)
Fudørn the Wise (jarl)
Stryder (jarl)
Sjonn the Skald (poet/bard)
The Berserkers
Iskjerne Berserker
The Ulfhednar
Iskjerne Ulfhednar
The Svinfylking
Iskjerne Svinfylking
Iskjerne Hrafnfylking
Iskjerne Hornuglar

Fairhair Dynasty:
Harald Fairhair (high king)
Iskjerne Svinfylking

House of Ivar:
Aslaug Sigurdsdottir (witch queen)
Ivar the Boneless (demi-god/dragon-borne)
Sigurd Snake-in-the-Eye (prince) - deceased
Iskjerne Hestahars

So begins...

Iskjerne Vikings's Story

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Honz the Elder and Augee the Archer would follow Jarl Omar the One-Eye through the feintly lit cave tunnels, their only source of light being the red blinking alarm lights which flickered slowly. Jarl Omar was armed with a stockless Seburo C26a Bullpup assault rifle equipt with an LED flashlight and 2 underload magazines. He had about 40 rounds in one magazine and less than 20 rounds in his other magazine, each one made from tungsten tipped 5.45x45mm cartridges. Omar fumbled with the flashlight for a moment before turning it on. He clicked the button again to make it flash. He clicked it again to turn it off. Augee was holding a smaller sidearm, a single action/double action semiautomatic Seburo MP5 with fourteen 5.45x18mm rounds in the clip. He flipped on his own flashlight and shined it around the tunnel. Honz would reach over and cover Augee's lightbulb, shaking his head. "No, keep it for when you need it" Honz whispered, himself holding an assault rifle similar to Omar's.

As the three of them cautiously moved through the cave tunnel, they saw a small metal sign. "Sector One" it read in a runic script unfamiliar to them, causing the three Norsemen to delve further. The tunnel grew darker, narrower, and soon it began to smell funky as they reached Niihama City's sewage system. All of them would gag and snarl at the smell of human feces, urine, vomit, stagnant blood and whatever other vile substance 8 billion people had flushed down the toilet. But there was something else too. Noises and sounds, the echo of busy traffic and people gossiping. It was coming from up above them. Omar flicked his flashlight up at the ceiling. There beside him was a ladder built into the wall, and above him was a manhole cover leading into the populated city above. Omar looked to Honz and Augee, both nodding quietly back to him. The vikings had found their exit. It did not occur to them however that they had experienced a timelapse as they crossed the gateway, as in the nine minutes it took them to reach Niihama's surface, around 2 whole weeks had already passed back at the Iskjerne settlement. The portal between Iskjerne and Niihama was effecting time itself, slowing down to a stop as they neared the gateway but speeding up again as they moved further away from it. Jarl Omar had led his two accomplices into a totally different world.

Honz would go first, climbing the ladder to the top of the manhole. The others followed him up as he popped open the manhole cover and slid it to the side. Just then, a car would zoom overhead, nearly taking him by surprise as he attempted to poke his head out. The driver never saw him. Honz instinctively ducked back into the hole as the vehicle flew by and then glanced down at Omar, who nodded for him to proceed with caution. Honz would poke his head out and look around again. Seeing no flying monsters with glowing eyes, Honz climbed out of the manhole in the middle of a busy street where people were now crossing. Some of the people would shoot ackward glances at him, but most of them seemed too preoccupied to even notice or care about his presence. He had ascended into the slums of Niihama City, where it was not uncommon for filthy long haired bums to crawl out of the sewers. Soon, the other two vikings would climb up behind him. All of them were still painted black with ashes and now, wreaking of Taiyou sewage, were almost indistinguishable from the impoverished Taiyou themselves apart from their larger statures and the weapons they were carrying. Augee slid the manhole cover closed after he climbed up, then turned to look at the jarl for instruction.

Jarl Omar stood up and looked around. There were people all around them, walking past them and going about their business. It didn't take long for him to notice that they were all caught up in routine and going the same direction like some form of miniature migration from one side of the street to another. "Come on," Omar told his comrades, and soon they would blend in with the other pedestrians and walk across the street to the other side. The air was hot and humid, thick with smog and in the darkness there seemed to be a yellowish orange fog or haze illuminated by the many street lamps and city lights. The trio of ghost warriors would use this veil to help them keep a low profile as they slipped out of the herd of people and stepped into the shadowy ghetto alleyway between two tall city buildings. "Over here," Omar said, leading them down the dark alleyway to the back door of an abandoned car shop. Omar would use the butt end of his rifle to break the doorknob and snap the lock before stepping into the empty large shop garage. Honz and Augee followed close behind him, all three of them having their weapons drawn as they scanned the area for any signs of danger. All they found though were a few vehicles propped up on jacks, some tool boxes and tire racks. The shop was empty for the weekend, as business hours were during the day and so nobody was expected to be there for at least another day or two. They would need that time to think of a plan.

Jarl Omar ordered his two partners to take up strategic positions inside the car shop, where they could watch each other's backs and gaurd every angle. Omar himself would walk around, looking at all the cars and car parts inside the garage. He picked up an electronic battery-powered hand drill and examined it, having never seen anything like it before. He looked over the air compressor, the car jack, a gasoline can and a spare tire attached to the rim of a Tokura N22 mid-sized family vehicle dating back to the early first era of the Takayama dynasty. Such cars were older, cheaper and more common in Niihama's sector one project districts, considered to be an obsolete classic in comparison to newer model third era vehicles. But to Omar and the vikings it was centuries ahead of their time in engineering and technology. The jarl wasn't sure exactly what to make of it as he peered through the window at the steering column and then walked around the car to the open hood, staring at the exposed motor engine. To him, it appeared to look like some form of iron carriage or metal chariot, but it far surpassed his understanding and so he continued to look around quietly while Honz and Augee checked to make sure the rest of the building was clear.

"Now what?" Augee asked as he started opening desk drawers and looking for useful items. Honz would walk up to one of the locked store windows and peak through the closed blinds, looking out at Niihama's city streets and towering skyscrapers towards the dark night sky as people walked by, completely unaware of the dangers that hid in the shadows just on the other side of the walls from them. Omar would find a small mini-fridge in the break room which had someone's leftover birthday cake in it. The frosting was red and yellow, and there was blue lettering which spelled "Otanjōbiomedetōgozaimasu" on it. Jarl Omar would grab a chunk of the cake with his bare hand, shoving it into his mouth while getting frosting all over his lips before grabbing a plastic bottle of water and chugging it down sloppily. Augee was still going through the different office desk drawers and pocketing random office utensils when Honz whistled for them to come take a look. Omar and Augee would stop what they were doing and walk over to Honz, who motioned for them to peak through the blinds. "Look up there," Honz said, pointing to a large Taiyou billboard advertisement of Seburo Industries, the empire's largest arms manufacturing industry. Omar scratched his chin in thought before turning to guard the back door. Just then, he started to envision something else mentally. In the back of his mind, he thought he could see a small dog gazing up at some spooky looking trees for a moment. He squinted and tried to regain focus. That's when his hallucinations took effect. There hovering before him in the center of the garage was a yellow R.F.E. Militia land speeder, posed perfectly still like a 3D hologram, with someone riding it from the inside. The whole image was completely alien to him.

Omar shut his eyes tightly and shook his head to clear the images from his mind. When he opened his eyes again, the little dog, the trees and the hoverbike were no longer there. Omar had only imagined it all, or so it would seem as the magic shroom juice played tricks on his psyche. This was soon followed by strange voices in his head. To him it sounded like people were screaming and being burned alive. He saw a vision of a man in a bear-skinned suit mauling another man to death with his claws and teeth. Omar started to sweat profusely as he envisioned a mental image of Erling Snake being baptized in the blood of his enemies while many Danish vikings were hung from trees above poisonous snakepits or else crucified upside down from the branches of blood stained trees. "Run Gwendolyn! Ruuunnn!!!" some lady's voice echoed in his mind. But soon it became scrambled among other noises in his head, like the crackling of fire and the cracking icesheets. "Roger that Kamidake 2, we have confirmation." The room started spinning as Omar began to feel slightly dizzy. "I won't rest until Trygvirsson is dead at my feet," one of the voices shouted. "You must be careful m'lord Sigurd, you don't know the powers you are tinkering with" Omar thought he heard the blacksmith say. "Lærðu að þú munt," some old witch cackled. Omar leaned back against the wall, plugging his ears. "Thank you for coming to Ako's aid," a different voice called out. "Cerex is on-line," a young cybernetized voice said calmly. "She is a shield-maiden you know" a maiden servant said defensively. "Omar, wake up" someone else whispered quietly.

"Omar, wake up!" Augee placed his hand on Omar's shoulder. "You alright?" he asked. Omar would squint and rub his eyes slowly. "Yeah, I'm fine" Omar answered quietly. "I thought we lost you for a moment there," Augee said as he ducked down behind the counter. Jarl Omar would grip his rifle and look around the empty car shop. It was still dark and quiet. Honz was still standing in the same spot, peering through the blinds and looking out the window for any signs of danger. Omar took a minute to regain his bearings before taking a position behind the door and guarding it. "The king is going to shit rocks when he finds out about this place," Omar said quietly as he rested back against the corner of the wall and breathed deeply.

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Weargtooth Mountains...
The range south of Iskjerne Bay...


A few days after Jól, some of the Norse settlers from Iskjerne Bay would set out on their own adventures. A few of them went over the hills into the eastern mountain range, while several families decided to sail west into the North Ellarian Gulf and into the Empyrian High Seas where the Göthic prince Úlfric Ellrulfsson and his leidang of Úlfhéðnar had ventured long before them on the Ormbátur, a famous dragon-headed longship which disappeared into those very same bluegreen waves. King Sigurd had killed Prince Úlfric's father Ellrulf Trygvirsson after being wounded by him during the Battle of Bravellir, when King Ellrulf was already very old. Now that Sigurd Hring was the King of the Geats, he would saction one of his own longships to explore the islands again, hoping for better luck than the kings before him. He sent a familar vessel into the high seas, the Nuörmbátur and its familar crew of vikings. Furdørn Ivansson, Engöll Corysson, Stryder Alvirsson, and the new earl, Hethel Svensson, all of whom had previously served Prince Úlfric and Jarl Hürgor the Archer during their victory against the Argosians, and who now served the House of Munso following Sigurd's victory over the previously reigning House of Ellrulf, were now heading back into open waters once again.

Prince Hrollaug would lead his own small party of Norse explorers on horseback down through the southern range of the Weargtooth Mountains, looking for other suitable lands to explore and settle. This mountain range was difficult to navigate, being full of narrow passages and steep rocks. But after a week or so, Prince Hrollaug's band reached the highest peak and peered out over the entire Gaian continent of Ellaria, catching a glimpse of the new world in all of its splendor and beauty. Winter Solstice had ended and now that the weather was getting warmer, Hrollaug gazed up towards the vast blue sky only to see something like a parahelion. There in the sky above were 3 suns, something that Hrollaug was not a stranger too. "Sun Dogs" he said, pointing up at the three suns as the horsemen continued on, descending down the mountain into Kadota Peaks through a rainbow waterfall and towards the Ellarian Empyrian Coast.

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Continuing from Iskjerne Bay...

As the winter solstice passed and seasons slowly changed on the continent of Ellaria, warmer winds brought forth stormy weather and choppy waters along Gaia's northern high seas. The salty lime-heavy Empyrian High Seas were now as dangerous as ever, with astronomical occurances beyond the planet's bluegreen gaseous atmosphere causing huge tsunamis, tidal waves, undertoes, rapids, rip currents and water spouts. While the bottlenecked bay area at Iskjerne remained relatively windless and calm due to the surrounding Weargtooth Mountains, the choppy waters beyond Iskjerne Bay led to even choppier high seas with rolling aquamarine colored waves rising over 250 meters high, forming massive walls of oceanic saltwater that could engulf or flash flood an entire island. Thick grey clouds formed low over the water, shadowing the seas to make them appear darker, more greyish blue and less welcoming. But as it started to hail down ice cubes the size of large walnuts, bringing cold gusts of freezing rain and plasmatic purplish pink lightning webs throughout the swift dark skies, it did little to detour the legendary Nuörmbátur from sailing straight through the heart of the storm.

This was the Nuörmbátur's second journey into the Empyrian High Seas, a relentless expanse of several bodies of water which seperated Ellaria from Sív'ven, keeping many different kingdoms isolated and scattered throughout the green- ringed planet's surface. The Nuörmbátur itself was a dragon-headed Norse viking longship stretching enormously over the water. It had once flown the wolf-headed flag of the famous House of Ellrulf, but now the Nuörmbátur flew a different flag, the black raven banner which blew violently and flapped against the misty wind. It's hardened crew was no stranger to the high seas. They had navigated the coastal regions once before and had lived to talk about it. There in the roaring waves did they watch the Nuörmbátur's predecessor sink in flames beneath the surface of the water. It was here where the ship's captain and his leidang had tangled with Argosian musketeers, Gaian dragons and Goblin wizards alike, where Hurgör the Archer had died bravely in combat along sandy shores, and where many sunken ships and vessels lay hidden on the ocean floor, many of them still holding guarded treasures protected by krakkens or whatever monsters sleep beneath the ocean. The high seas were nothing less than an abysmal watery graveyard, but the Iskjerne vikings would venture it anyway, braving the weather as they navigated their worthy longship through open waters.

At times the waves would get so large that the Nuörmbátur seemed it might capsize. The large dragon-prowed longship would rock and lean, drifting up over the towering waves and then shooting vertically downwards again towards the surface nose-first. But the wide-ribbed vessel did not sink, its strong flexible hull allowing the longship to glide through the sea with relatively little to no damage. The crew itself would also remain safe and dry, protected by the waterproof skin canopy formed by the mast of their ship. Apart from feeling like they were on a wild rollercoaster ride, the Iskjerne vikings led by Jarl Hethel were all too used to sailing by now and were able to navigate the area with relative ease. There were only 20 oarsmen aboard the large dragon ship, all of them being former mercenaries and veteran warriors. But war was not on their agenda this time around as the Norsemen continued to sail west, charting all of the different tiny islands that they discovered. They were looking for green fertile lands to settle and farm, densely forested oases to gather raw materials and medicines from, and possibly even other local inhabitants to barter and trade with. Nuörmbátur's crew were mostly mercenaries willing to hire themselves out to foreign powers in exchange for riches and pleasure. Indeed, the Vikings of Iskjerne were certainly bred for war, being built exceptionally tall and strong, raised tough enough to handle some of the harshest terrestrial climates known to exist. Onwards they sailed, circled on either side by three enormous funnel-shaped waterspout tornadoes which caused their ship to rock and spin.

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A small gang of Norsemen would descend from Kadota Peaks, staring down over the Ellarian Empyrian Coast from high up on one of the rocky cliffs next to a giant waterfall which could be seen from the islands below. Prince Hrollaug was leading the Norsemen on horseback down from the arctic regions of Ellaria far north from Iskjerne Bay in search of new lands to settle and people to trade with. Hrollaug was also known by his colleagues as Rollo the viking, the first jarl of Frankish Normandy, and the heir apparent of Sigurd Hring, the great legendary hero of the heathen tribes who was now the Dano-Swedish king. Hrollaug's band would notice Port Fate down in the distance, and immediately they deemed it worth some further inspection. Prince Hrollaug rode his horse slowly down from the mountain side, his gang of ten Vikings staying close together and trying their best to seem non-threatening to all of the local inhabitants and other foreign travelers as their woolly bearded horses kept a slow gait along the upper edge of the hills looking down over the coastline.

"This seems like a good place to camp," Prince Hrollaug said, as he stopped on the hilltop and looked down towards the coastline. There in the distance over the watery horizon, he could see a familiar longship sailing southwest into the Empyrean High Seas, waving the raven banner. Jarl Hethel and his leidang had been on the same mission and had taken to the sea instead. The ten riders on horseback would dismount their winterbred horses and setup camp on the hill. They pitched five small tents, built a rain catcher and a firepit before inspecting the area. They immediately noticed that the place they had decided to camp was warmer, greener and more forested. There were many different flowers and trees, and even some signs of long-term human trade ports and permanent settlements. The Norsemen had found what they were looking for. But it wasn't just the wood and other raw materials they wanted. Prince Hrollaug bent down and picked up a hand full of brown dirt, rubbing the rooty soil between his fingertips. Him and his small gang had found rich green earth, something which was good for farming, and something which the Norsemen lacked at their kingdom in Iskjerne Bay.

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In the distant horizon among the high seas, a thick dark grey curtain of rain could be seen hovering over the blueish green waters. There were low-lying black storm clouds casting a large shadow over the sea, as a spiraling network of three different waterspouts circled around and stirred up the waves, and misty winds blew violently, creating massive tidal waves over 300 meters high which rolled in towards the scattered islands from afar. But while the beach itself was warm, dry and sunny, being a safe distance away from the three tornado-like waterspouts, deep in the heart of that violent storm was the Nuormbatur, an exceptionally large dragon-headed viking longship flying the raven's banner.

The seaworthy vessel had found itself in a place where the hot air moving north meets the cold air moving south, and got caught in the middle of a giant thunderstorm as purplish pink webs of lightning branched out over the dark grey skies, followed by the crackling sound of thunder and the whistling wind. "Aegir must be excited to see us!" Stryder shouted, causing a few of the Norsemen to laugh. "Aye, is that why he sent this multi-headed dragon to toy with us?" Engoll asked, also smiling along with him. Engoll was of course refering to the three twisting waterspouts which now spiralled around their longship, causing it to spin in circles as it drifted over the waves, descending almost vertically into the sea below before crashing into the surface and floating up again. Furdorn the Wise would just scoff and growl. "Ack, ptew!" He spit over the side of the ship. "Well he ain't gonna sink this boat. I built this boat myself, and she too is a dragon" he groaned. Indeed, the Nuormbatur was an extraordinary vessel. It had a flexible sturdy frame and wide ribs, allowing the dragon-headed longship to bend and sway over the water as the Norsemen drifted inland.

It wasn't the first time this particular longship had sailed the high seas. The Nuormbatur had ventured into the Empyrean High Seas once before, but now it was flying a different banner and being piloted by a different captain. The leader of their expedition, Jarl Hethel Svensson was standing up in the center of the boat, holding on to the mast for support as the longship bobbed up and down over towering white waves like a weightless rollercoaster. The viking crew had cleverly taken their sail down and used it to create a waterproof roofing cover over the top of their ship to prevent it from sinking. The crew was encased inside the longship, but still the wind and falling rain was noisy like a locomotive. "This is it boys! Today we shall be dining in Ran's pearly hall, for Jormungandr has opened up its jaws to us! We are all dead men!" One of the Norsemen shouted, causing Hethel Svensson to turn his gaze towards the man who spoke. "Nay," the jarl refuted. "Nobody here dies without my permission, understood?" Hethel paused for a moment before continuing. "Suppose it is the world serpent," Hethel said. "Do you see the lightning, and hear the thunder?" He asked as the whole ship suddenly rocked side to side.

"Aye, the jarl is right" someone commented. "If the might of Thor be with us, who can be against us?!" he shouted. Stryker and Hethel would smile as Engoll laughed. "Come on now, let's show this beast who's more powerful eh?" Hethel rallied his crew together. The vikings would mount their oars and push forward, rowing their longship into a more favorable position as the powerful storm dragged their vessel inland. They would turn the ship just in time to dodge a pair of sharp jagged rocks as it drifted dangerously close between them. "Row! Row!" Furdorn shouted as they all worked together to keep the boat steady. The longship would flex and bend, rocking side to side as it scraped up against a large boulder, inflicting a deep scratch along the whole right side of the ship. But it still wasn't deep enough to puncture the hull or sink the Nuormbatur as it pressed on through the crashing foamy white waves.

"Steady now, steady!" Hethel yelled out, while Stryder used the rear keel to steer the longship as everyone else rowed it in towards the shore. Just then and without warning, the storm was suddenly stunted by the islands, for as soon as the waterspouts hit land, they disappeared, causing the wind to break and the rain to slow down. "Look, it is leaving! The dragon has retreated into the sea!" Engoll shouted. The viking ship would drift calmly into the shallow waters among the scattered islands as the storm slowly dissipated. The stinging fast rains had died down to a light sprinkle as the dark clouds broke apart to reveal the sun's rays. Once again the Nuormbatur had sailed the high seas without being destroyed by the violent currents. Hethel and his leidang were now approaching a large sandy beach. The Norsemen gazed in awe at the crystal blue waters, tropical plantlife and awesome rock formations. It had seemed that they had found a new place to anchor their ships and explore.

As the last remaining clique of the ulfhednar beached their famous longboat on the sandy shore an gathered their belongings. They would drag their vessel to the highest point on the green bank and setup camp...

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Niihama City at Midnight...
Takashi's Auto Repair Shop in Sector One...


Darkness filled the ghetto streets, the only source of light being a few yellow street lamps and traffic lights, plus the headlights of whatever occasional vehicles would roll by. The air was thick, hot and heavy, the dense brownish orange smog and strong smell of stale beer, rancid urine and rotten garbage filled the dark foggy air and cast a gloomy setting over the whole atmosphere. This was a concrete jungle full of unpainted projects, grey buildings covered in graffiti spray-painted Yakuza gang art, barred windows and padlocked doors. The black asphalt roads were covered in skid marks, oily water puddles and drainage gutters emanating with gaseous methane, carbon dioxide and hot steam. Sector One was hoodlum territory, a place of poverty, crime and homelessness where the NCPD had very little if any jurisdiction. Yakuza ruled the underworld in this part of the city, and tonight the streets were active as Takashi and his gang took part in an illegal Taiyou street race. It was the perfect time and place for mayhem of all sorts to happen as Takashi and his partner Suzuki pulled into the garage of Takashi's underworld chop shop, driving behind the steering wheel of a Ten-Shi GTR street racer, revving his souped up muscle engine while blaring electronic Dubstep techno music from his amped up speakers.

Honz the Old had spotted them coming from his position behind the curtain blinds at the front of the store and forewarned his comrades to hide the best they could. Honz would grip his Seburo C26A assault rifle in both hands and cock it, leaning back into the shadowy dark corner behind the curtain, his long white hair and pale red skin being camouflaged with the sooty black paint he had used to conceal himself. Augee the Archer would likewise chamber his Seburo MP5 pistol before ducking behind one of the wheeled rolling chairs underneath the office desk. Jarl Omar their one-eyed leader barely had time to step off into the cleaning closet before the car doors opened. He readied his own 5.45x45mm assault rifle, tightening the gun strap around his arm for a better grip as he heard the car trunk slam shut over the loud music. He started to breathe heavily, his adrenaline kicking in as his forehead began to sweat. Honz would remain calm as can be, closing his eyes and allowing the magical shroom juice to take effect. When he opened his eyes again, he would begin to see visions of a surrealistic nature. The glare of the streets lights reflecting off the glass window started to dance to the techno hypnotic music, and soon every yellow ray of light in the darkness seemed to change shape into something more sentient and alive. Honz began to hallucinate mildly, for there floating and flying in front of him were tiny little yellow orbs or sprites which hovered and circled around his head. After a few seconds, the bright orbs began to grow tiny limbs and wings, resembling faeries or some other illuminated spirits which smiled and danced around in front of him.
Honz immediately felt calm and relaxed at that moment without a care in the world as his imaginery tiny friends flew up to him, grabbed him by his sleeves and tried to pull him towards the light. Forgetting where he was for a moment, Honz almost followed them. He was about to step out of the shadowy corner when suddenly it dawned on him. He couldn't move from his position or else he would be spotted. He brushed the faeries away with his hand, shewing them off. But the tiny pixies weren't detoured, evading his touch before trying to pull him into the light again.

Meanwhile, Jarl Omar's heart was beginning to race. He closed his eyes tightly, trying to shake his own strange hallucinations. Unlike Honz tho who was seeing imaginary faefolk, Omar was trapped inside the darkness of his own mind. He saw mental images of a monster like nothing he had ever saw before. It wasn't spiritual in nature, nor flesh and blood, but something metal and more mechanical, complete with wires and cables. Omar gritted his teeth and tried to relax, but all he kept hearing was old mother's high-pitched creepy laughter as her witchy voice kept whispering in his head.

Augee the Archer was the only one who wasn't experiencing any hallucinations at that moment. Instead, he was beginning to experience something else. Time started to slow down for him, or at least it seemed. His mind became sharper as his senses were amplified. Visually, everything seemed brighter. Audibly, everything sounded clearer. The walls around him began to pulsate with the beat of the Yakuza's techno music. He could smell car fuel, oil, sugar, coffee, beer and gasoline. Augee could feel the subtle vibrations in the floor as Takashi and Susuki walked around. Augee developed a weird metallic taste in his mouth as he felt his emotions slip away. The magic shroom juice was slowly making him faster, stronger, more fearless and impervious to pain. He started to foam from the mouth, chemical reactions effecting his cerebral cortex and pineal gland as the veins in his arms and neck began to protrude, his thin lean muscles becoming more pronounced with each passing moment. Augee gripped his pistol tightly and braced himself as Susuki walked by the very desk Augee was hiding under. All the Yakuza gangster had to do was look under the desk to find Augee crouched down with a loaded gun in his hand.

But just as it seemed like Augee was about to be busted, something else suddenly caught Susuki and Takashi's attention. Jarl Omar accidentally leaned too hard against the metal shelf in the cleaning closet, bumping a spray bottle off the shelf with his shoulder by accident. The soap bottle would hit the hard tile floor with a loud enough thud that it could be heard from inside the garage. If the Yakuza weren't sure before whether or not the burglars had left the chop shop, they were sure now that at least one of them was still inside the building with them. Omar gritted his teeth and backed up further into the small dark closet, pointing his rifle through the darkness into the open doorway as Takashi crept up from the side, pointing his own loaded shotgun at the open doorway. He was about to make contact with Omar any second, the two strangers now standing only feet away from being face to face with their guns drawn at one another. Omar slowly and quietly placed his index finger on the trigger and prepared to squeeze it.

Just then, a Seburo assault rifle was discharged into the air. Only it wasn't Omar who pulled the trigger, it was Honz, who suddenly started rapid-firing into the darkness. "Rrraawhhh!!!" Honz roared, squeezing the trigger while moving his rifle around in a pray-n-spray fashion, immediately drawing the Yakuza's attention. "Bllrrat-tat-tat-tat-tat-tat!!" The Seburo rifle let out multiple high-powered loud shots from the sound of Honz's burst fire. But this sudden wave of tungsten tipped bullets was not necessarily aimed at the Taiyou street racers. Honz was pointing his weapon upwards and spraying at the shop windows and ceiling, yelling madly at the invisible annoyances that only he could see. He was trying to shoot the faeries out of the air, as they were beginning to drive him crazy. This sudden outburst proved ineffective however, as nobody else could see the tiny glowing faeries except for Honz, who was somehow convinced that they were trying to kill him. "Ptat-tatat-tat-tat!!" Honz sprayed into the air, shooting the glass wall at the front door and causing the windows to shatter. He had also managed to shoot the EXIT sign on the ceiling, causing it too to spark and shatter.

The crazed Norseman had lost his wits finally and had surrendered to the magical power of the shroom juice. The other people around him in the chop shop no longer existed to him. Honz was in his own world now, entering a berserker rage of sorts as he started shooting at random, aiming at nothing and nobody in particular. "Brat-tat-tat-tat!!" As the front store wall shattered and came tumbling down, glass would sprinkle the sidewalk and millions of tiny clear shards would bounce into the street. The gunshots were loud, very loud, enough to make most of the innocent bystanders scream and run in fear for their lives. The commotion would certainly grab the attention of Takashi and Susuki as Honz suddenly stopped and pointed his rifle at them. "Rat-uh-tat-tat-tat-tat-click-click!!" Honz the Old would unleash his weapon upon them in a spraying fashion, emptying the rest of his magazine. The sudden wave of glass shattering gunshots could be heard from the distance, also attracting the attention of Muketsu as she walked down the dark streets, kicking a small tin can out of the way with her shoe. Muketsu had been bored and lonely with nothing to do until now, as people ran passed her down the sidewalks, yelling, pointing and screaming. "Somebody call the police!" people shouted. "Someone is shooting!" a young woman screamed. "Get off the streets! Get inside!" someone else yelled out.

As the gunfire stopped briefly, Honz would freeze. "Click-click-click" he pulled the trigger again, but the chamber was empty. He hit the lever on the backside of his weapon, dropping the empty magazine on the tile floor. "Errrg!" Honz grumbled, fumbling for the other loaded magazine on his toolbelt as he stood in the center of the lobby, nothing around to provide cover for him except for maybe Omar, as the one-eyed jarl seized his opportunity, suddenly diving out of the cleaning closet in midair. "Blat-tat-tat-tat!!" Omar sprayed a line of bullets towards the Ten-Shi GTR hoping to hit Takashi or Suzuki, never aiming as he slid across the tile floor into the open hallway, ducking behind a wall. The wall was hollow, supported by aluminum metal beams and covered with drywall, but he was hoping it would provide Honz with enough time to get out of harm's way. "Honz!" Omar yelled, but the old man was unresponsive. Honz fumbled with his assault rifle, swatting at the imaginary tiny faes as they buzzed around his head, taunting him.

At that moment, Augee would crawl out from under the office desk and over to another desk, peaking around the corner of the desk to look into the open garage shop. Augee was dressed simply in typical Old Norse fashion wearing one-piece leather non-stitched shoes with leather laces, straight white under-trouser leggings under poofy or baggy legged trousers, linen long brown stocking socks, a grey linen collarless buttonless stringless shirt tunic, a longer flared dresslike over-tunic with a cloth sash and leather toolbelt with a brass round buckle, a simple bowl-shaped beanie hat or skullcap under a simple small grey wool hood, pastel blue kaftan robe, thick wool knitted shin socks and hand mittens, a long blue wool cape with silver inlaid brooches and a leather square pouch. Under his long blue kaftan, he wore a quilted padded gambeson and lamellar scalemail armor with chainmail gloves. His wool hood was down to cover his throat guard and over his head he wore a hornless round spangenhelm with a chainmail aventail and noseguard. He also had a small ashwood handled iron bearded axe, a yew bow and a longseax with a reindeer antler handle, apart from the handgun he was holding in both hands.

Jarl Omar was dressed similarly apart from his black feathered cloak, animal fur snow cap and thick fur trimmed snow boots. Omar was also wearing riveted byrnie ringmail armor over a more solid chestplate, gripping his own assault rifle with both hands as he sat on the hallway floor with his back to the wall, looking up at Honz who was reloading his weapon. "Honz, get down!" Omar shouted, but the old man had lost all fear and sensitivity. Honz just growled, sliding the extra magazine into place with a click before cocking his rifle and pointing it at the Yakuza, his mind now lost to them as he began foaming from the mouth like a rabid bear.

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Chaos erupted at the sound of gunfire, causing Muketsu to flinch and duck for cover. She watched as people ran by her and gasped when one ran into her, knocking her to the ground. Muketsu felt a sharp pain and she licked her bottom lip, tasting the salty sweetness of blood blossom. Her gaze watched the fleeing people for a moment before she looked towards where the gunfire sounded from. Part of her screamed to follow the fleeing crowds, but the other part suggested to follow the danger.

Pushing herself to her feet, Muketsu brushed off the dirt from her hands and wiped at her mouth with the back of her hand. Not sure why, she moved toward the sounds of gunfire and found herself near one of the windows within a few minutes. Her heart was pounding as she pushed her back against the wall and she slid down to a crouching position, her hand moving toward the dagger at her side. One should never bring a knife to a gunfight... she thought to herself with a soft chuckle.

She had no idea what she was doing or why her feet continued to carry her towards this particular danger. Her gaze went to the window that had been shattered by the spray and she studied it for a moment before moving closer to it. Slowly inching closer to the window, her grip on the hilt of her dagger tightened, she was ready to pounce on whomever stuck their head out of the window. Her heart pounded as she tried to calm herself.

Once she reached the window, Muketsu froze and listened to the sounds coming from inside. Her eyes narrowing slightly as she tried to find any noise of movement under the sounds of the techno music coming from somewhere and the gunfire inside, but she couldn't hear anything over the beat of her heart pounding.

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Kadota Peaks...
Somewhere along the Ellarian Coast...


Months had passed since the Ravens Banner had discovered the skeletons in Iskjerne Cave, something which Sigurd Hring had ordered his miners and explorers not to disturb as they exploited the many tunnels and caverns. They found skeletons belonging to King Egill's leidang, with their pre-Oseberg styled weapons and motifs. King Sigurd's leidang had also discovered the better preserved corpses of the Taiyou soldiers who tangled with them. He had his own specialized trackers go in and examine the skeletons, learning as much as they could through careful collection and observation. Rusted rifles, spoiled shell casings, rotten fabric, clothing and other items were confiscated and handed over to King Sigurd's blacksmiths, who he had ordered to build a secret forge and workshop in order to study these finds and reverse engineer them. They were slow at getting started at first, but after a while their plan was completed. A handful of blacksmiths and their apprentices had taken the long and dangerous journey into the Kadota Peaks, a jagged mountain range winding up the Ellarian coastline. The climb was steep and high into the narrow mountains, leading above the low lying clouds to the tall cliffs and peaks several kilometers above sea level.

There up above the clouds on one of the flat cliffs overlooking a rapid waterfall with a large magical rainbow going across it, the legendary blacksmiths built their secret forge. As the months passed, King Sigurd's son Rollo would check on them from time to time to see their progress. Then one day, Brunnard the Blacksmith would be handed a small cylindrical device with wires attached to it. It would take him a full week to discover what it was. A few days later, he invented the first Norse automated battery using cave crystals, carbon-based materials, aluminum and copper, using a thin wired spinning torus-shaped generator to create a power cell that operated with perpetual motion. Brunnard's Batteries would never run out of power, instead generating their own unlimited artificial electricity, something later refered to as Kadota Peaks lightning or KP lightning, more similar to neon pink etheroplasma or magic than to AC/DC electricity. Rumors spread that Brunnard the Blacksmith was a descendant of Thor the thunderer, or that his forging hammer hitting the rainbow anvil was the cause of Iskjerne Bay's mighty thunderstorms. All these things were just whispers in the wind.

After a while, Brunnard would leave Kadota Peaks and make the long journey north towards Iskjerne Bay to report the workshop's status to the king, who was learning how to read and write from his Taiyou guest. Brunnard was all too pleased to take the journey, as the guards from the watchtower in Iskjerne Bay had seized Kraiger Nallesson and confiscated all the technology he had seized from the Taiyou cave miners and security personnel. All of it was sent to the secret forge several miles away in the difficult to get to mountain range where all of it was being studied and disassembled or modified, then replicated by hand by highly skillful alchemists, inventors, factory workers and nineth generation blacksmiths. They had developed a system so that by the time Brunnard and his personal guards had descended from the mountains, the Norsemen in the Kadota Peaks had continued their manufacturing and had already begun to design and craft better inventions.

With their new LED lights the Norsemen used greenstones from the lanturns they had used to find gold and diamonds in the Iskjerne Cave to create new innovative energy efficient lightbulbs of different varieties which used crystals and relied on Gaia's three suns to harness unlimited solar power. Fordorn the Wise had been the first to be inspired by the Rainbow Falls, and suggested that they design lights using multiple color spectrums. The craftsmen combined his ideas with others inspired by Iskjerne's sunstones to invent different ways to see through clouds and smoke, or detect heat signatures. They invented more concentrated light sources inspired by the Taiyou's chrome butane liter, combining their own discovery of KP lightning to invent high powered lasers and etheroplasma liters and other tools using Gaia's solar energy. The blacksmiths forged new weapons, helmets, headlamps, tools, armor and shields. From the weapons they collected and analyzed, they started mass producing assault rifles, hand guns, newer crossbows, something akin to fireworks and different powders for which to make different colored flames. Gunpowder itself wasn't very useful on Gaia, however, so the Norse alchemists invented a magical powder instead using a mixture of sun-dust and powdered narwhale horns. The sun-dust was made from very tiny metal fragments passed through the sunlight, and was rumored to get its energy from the faes, thus was also sometimes mistakenly refered to as silver faerie dust. They created electrum by melding gold and silver into an alloy, and started experimenting with larger weapons using the 12.7mm ammo that Kraiger had collected from the Type M2 machine gun. The gunpowder charged tungsten tipped bullet casings were not at all useless as the tungsten was analyzed and replicated by alchemists at very high constant temperatures.

The king's blacksmiths worked day and night, manufacturing weapons and armor. They had retrieved a phone radio from the luggage Kraiger had and studied it carefully. This technology enabled them to better understand phones and radio systems. They started experimenting with early radar systems and phonetic frequencies to generate sounds for other purposes. But it wasn't until they started delving into Iskjerne's cattle wagons, taking inspiration from their own wagon wheels and pully systems to craft solid metal wheels, gears, spindles and trinkets. They had already developed a device for calculating and keeping time, and it was only a matter of time before they invented motors, computers and rockets. Caile Douglasson from Clan Douglas had been in the mines that day, having witnessed King Sigurd's infatuation with Seno Miyagi's glasses. Although he hadn't quite figured out how to craft a pair of solar-sensitive sunglasses that became tinted in bright light, he picked up on glass-blowing and started to use the Norse colony's previous understanding of the light spectrum to design multiple different kinds of reading glasses, sunglasses, magnifying glasses, high-density lightbulbs, hammer-proof glass windows and visors, and glass blades that were brittle but much sharper than metal or bone. Caille Douglasson of Clan Douglas even recieved a gift of payment from Prince Hrollaug himself one day as the king's heir passed through with a company of others on horseback on their way south.

But the blacksmiths at the Rainbow Falls on the edge of the Kadota Peaks weren't only forging new inventions. They also continued to make other Viking Age tools and hardware just as they had done for centuries. They crafted nails for their ships, steel heads for their ashwood axes and spears, iron tipped arrowheads, belt buckles, cape and cloak brooches, earrings, gold teeth, rings, necklaces, chainmail, ringmail, scalemail, platemail, hammer heads, pliars, tongs, tin mugs, spoons and knives, platters, pots and pans, kettles, iron bosses for their linden wood shields, and many other items from copper, brass, iron and cold steel. They fashioned scissors, metal tweezers, wind-up wrist watches for keeping time, and all sorts of metal fasteners, cast iron tools, saw blades, rakes and anvils. These commodities would be manufactured in the workshops above the clouds on the edge of the cliffs, then imported to Iskjerne Bay on goat wagons by a man named Brokkr the Smith where they would be put to good use.

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Ellarian Empyrean Coast...
On the hilltops above the shoreline...


Prince Hrollaug and his band of 10 riders had setup camp on a hill ridge above the seaboard, taking a break from their long travels. The parahelion Sun Dogs lasted all through the night, two suns illuminating the sky even at night so that Atargatis and Sagittae kept the sky bright blue even when the Norsemen slept inside their animal skinned tents. The next morning, Prince Hrollaug woke up to see the Dog Star directly north in the sky, as Sirius was hovering above the Kadota Peaks like a beacon in the distance. One of the crescent moons of Gaia could be observed in the bright morning sky as well, giving the dome of Gaia a truly magical and surreal beauty like nothing the vikings had ever seen before in their homeland. The sky was blue, the weather was warm and fair, and scattered white clouds provided only partial waves of shade over the flowering green hills. The land itself was covered in rich soil, clay banks, freshwater rain ponds, scattered woodlands with plenty of rocks and trees that would prove useful to the Norse settlers as they explored the beaches. To the north, they could see mountains on the horizon where they came from, with a large cascading waterfall and its ever present rainbows. To the south, they took in the view of the bluegreen Empyrean High Seas with its dangerous white waves, rich in sea salt. Beyond the gulf to the west was a chain of islands stretching down the coast. Jarl Hethel had taken the Nuörmbatúr longship down the coast and into the Empyrean High Seas, heading towards a tiny distant island on the Empyrean Sea Beach, while Prince Rollo and his small gang decided to pitch five tents on the mainland where they could see billows of smoke rising from Port Fate in the near distance.

Port Fate was the Kingdom of Benavierre's main port, and import/export center. Deciding to check it out, the Iskjerne Vikings took their woolly horses down to the coastal waters to have a look. They were passed along the way by merchants and travellers of all sorts who paid them no mind as they made their way to the famous Albatross Bar and Inn. Prince Hrollaug and his riders were flying the Raven Banner, something that most of the local inhabitants had never witnessed before. A few of the fishermen from the seaport would stop and give the vikings ackward and distrustful glares, but the Norsemen just rode their horses slowly and casually up to the docks and dismounted them before entering the bar. Prince Hrollaug and his gang would have a few beers, deciding to gossip with some of the locals in the bar in order to gather information about the land, its kingdom, its people and their king. The vikings were larger and stockier, perhaps at times even taller or more muscular than the local Ellarians, but nevertheless Prince Rollo and his band would maintain their respect, being mindful of their surroundings while enjoying a few beers. It wasn't as tastey as the Norsemen's mead, but it would suffice for now.

After gathering all the information they could, the vikings would leave Port Fate and head back to their encampment further up the bank on the top of the grassy hill ridge. "This would be a good place to start a meadery," Ale the Beekeeper commented. Prince Hrollaug nodded quietly. "There is a woodland up ahead," the prince said. "We should get to work," he added. The gang agreed, and so they unloaded all their tools and started chopping down some trees. The ten of them spent hours chopping, cutting, shaping and wittling the unsanded wood by hand using a variety of different metal saws, axes, scrapers, hammers, wedges, bevels, primitive scales and measuring strings. Even their winterbred horses would help with their labor as the Norsemen used the smaller stocky horses to pull the load. By the end of the day, the small circle of two-man tents on the hill had turned into a fenced-in circular round settlement of considerable size. They hadn't yet built any longhouses, but they had managed to build a rather basic sawmill, a wood workshop, an outhouse, a wooden gate, a few sheds, a lookout tower, a ring moat with a man-made narrow trench leading down the hill into the sea, a horse fence, a small well, a forge, a few hive boxes and a large wooden palisade to protect their animal skinned dome-roof whale bone tents. At the end of the day when one sun set and another began to rise, the Norsemen built a fire next to their rain catcher and sat idly on the hill inside their own walls, staring up at the sky. Hrollaug would study the stars and moons silently while Ale stirred up an kettle of onion soup with an iron dipping ladle, listening quietly as the band of vikings drank Albatross beer and told poems or sang Old Norse folk songs about their favorite heroes.

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Takashi went in first, finding much to his dismay that the interior of the shop was quiet, it's occupants had been hiding and he was bound to sniff them out. Racking the shotgun once with a deafening Clack-clack, Takashi began to look around the counters, around the desk, his steps slow, purposeful, careful.

The moment the gunfire erupted from Honz, the pair of Yakuza seemed to spring into action. Takashi took the moment to dive behind the car, rolling on the ground as the crazed madman was firing rounds in all directions. Takashi had mere moments to send out a quick group text message calling for help, before he caught Suzuki, whom had rolled back out the front door at the gunfire, effectively trapping the Yakuza lieutenant inside the shop with a crazed burglar that, at first glance seemed to be sporting military grade weaponry.

Bullets whizzed by, glass raining down all around them, the screams of bystanders echoed all around him, but the Taiyou gangster kept his composure, and waited in cover until there was a flurry of bullets that ricochet with high pitched pings, and twangs.

Takashi took the opportunity to peer from his cover behind the Tokura N22 and aimed his shotgun center mass at Honz, firing the weapon with a deafening 'Poom!', then a 'clack-clack' and another 'Poom!' Spraying hundreds of 8mm BBs towards the crazed warrior with each trigger pull, hoping that the sheer number of projectiles would tear the man apart, blowing basketball sized holes in his chest, and throwing him back on his butt.

Suzuki was pinned down, though, as hundreds of bullets pinged into the car, tearing through sheet metal, and plastic alike, he peered up and returned fire, his fast-firing machine pistol making the buzz of an angry bee, as dozens of 9mm rounds were fired into the shop at Omar. Bullets tearing through the drywall, pinging reinforced concrete, and gouging small indentations into the cinder block wall. The entire shop was a close quarters firefight, and Takashi, and Suzuki were both outnumbered, and split apart. Adrenaline flowing through the pair of Taiyou, Takashi quietly ignoring the warm sensation of blood running down his arm as he raised back up, aiming the Shotgun at Omar while he was focused on the car outside.

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After the gang hit took out his whole group Yamasaki managed to still come out on top. In spite of him holding the door with bodies mounting he couldn't be everywhere at once. Bastards probably bribed at the back flanked him while they ended up having throwing a van at him to put him down. Had to respect them for that. While he was still fuzzy on what the hell happened the bullets digging out of his chest rather than in stood out from the haze on his way out the morgue. Odd monk looking sorts with blue lanterns carrying him while answering his drunken questions. They dropped him at the safe house on his ID which got him shot again leaving the next morning. That wasn't as much a problem now he'd found. Got himself out of damned Terra in spite of temporary bulletholes and back to Niihama. Once reconnecting with some bosses they seemed to know his body went missing and he might somehow be topside but the guys he talked to weren't about to tell him much more. Then a text message came in and they threw him right back out the door by way of the armory to pick up a gun. Big guns.

A car raced down the street the bald shirtless Yamasaki eying the shop as he sent a short response to the phone number on the message, ((Heavy fire inbound. Target?))

Yamasaki screeched to a halt in front of the shop a M249-G4 appearing from the passenger seat. As a red flower marred the tattoos on his chest the large man juddered. Then got out with a smile and put the bipod down to click off the safety. The red river draining back into his body through the skin. The hole in his back hurt like a son of a bitch but it only hurt. Rifle butt against the intact shoulder Yamasaki checked for targets.

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What was it that drew Omar the One-Eye and his kinsmen into the Taiyou city? Armed with military issued weapons, dulled by the effect of the magic potion in their bloodsteams, fueled by hatred and the thought of revenge against an unknown, unseen enemy which may not have even truly existed, the Norse ghost warriors were as dangerous now as they ever were. "Rat-a-tat-tat-tat!!!" Shattered glass, flying papers and shards of concrete, many wooden splinters and chunks of drywall - the chop shop was being ripped to hell - and it wouldn't be long before the Vikings and the Yakuza would attract more attention. By now, calls had been made and text messages had been sent. There would be more gang members soon, and probably other curious individuals armed with weapons of their own. But nobody would come to rescue the vikings. Omar, Honz and Augee were completely isolated and it would take a small miracle for them to get out of this situation in one piece.

Honz moaned and growled lowly like a rabid bear, fumbling with his assault rifle as he dropped the empty magazine and reloaded his rifle, using the only other extra mag he had on him. "Blat-a-tat-tat-tat-tat!!!" Omar tried to cover him, jumping out from the cleaning closet and into the gunstorm. "Honz!!!" the one-eyed jarl roared as he slid across the tile floor behind a hollow wall, glass and paperwork being kicked aside as the jarl ducked down with his back against the wall, staring out of the open shattered glass window to the skyscraper buildings across the street. "Honz get dow-" POOM!!! the painted faced warrior was suddenly interrupted by a loud shotgun being fired. Honz paused for a moment, turning to look in the direction from which the shot was fired. The gunfire continued, but nobody in the shop could hear anything but a brief second of deafening silence followed by the beautiful sound of techno music. There before him was Takashi, pointing the shotgun directly at his midsection. Honz didn't realize it yet, but he had just been hit. Hundreds of 8mm tiny balls would rip through his shirtless skin, leaving tiny blood trailing holes in his flesh as he gazed into the eyes of his shooter, dropping his assault rifle on the floor.

Honz the Old was a large, muscular fellow with very tough skin, but the 8mm BB's tore through him like butter. He wouldn't bleed immediately however, much to Takashi's dismay. The magic shroom juice had thickened the Norseman's blood and made him impervious to fear or pain. Honz gritted his teeth and roared again loudly, grabbing the edge of the heavy wooden desk in front of him with one hand and pushing it effortlessly out of his way. He then stepped forward towards Takashi, reaching behind himself to draw forth the hand-held throwing axe from his belt. Honz growled lowly, raising his axe into the air while looking at Takashi with savage intentions. "Clack-clack, POOM!!!" the street racer cocked his shotgun and fired again as Honz stepped towards him. But this time the Norse warrior would be stopped in his tracks. Honz stumbled backwards, a melon-sized hole in his stomach causing the old man to lower his weapon. Honz looked down, sticking his fingers into his own stomach before rubbing the blood between his fingertips. Honz looked back up and staggered towards Takashi again, hatred in his eyes as he tried to raise his axe.

But it was no use. The old ghost warrior only managed to take one more step before he fell over, landing facedown on the welcome mat just feet away from where Takashi was standing. A pool of thick viking blood formed around Honz's motionless body, seeping into the blue carpet and running onto the lobby's tile floor. The old man had finally fulfilled his purpose in life, and as the old ghost warrior took his last breath, he looked over to see the fae spirits one last time, leading him home through the gateway to Valhalla, its golden stairway illuminated by the spiritual bright light that nobody else could see. The white blinding light grew brighter and brighter, until finally Honz exhaled slowly and died right there in Takashi's Auto Repair shop.

Bullets whizzed by, glass raining down all around them as Omar almost ducked so low he had to crawl to evade the falling shards and ricochets from the rounds and debris. Seeing the other bloody assault rifle laying on the lobby floor, he reached out to grab the strap and pulled Honz's weapon to him, quickly ducking back behind the wall just in time to dodge another line of shots from Takashi's pump-action shotgun and Suzuki's rapidfire SMG, the bullets ripping apart the wall as they whizzed past his head on the other side. "Ahh!!!!" Omar winced in pain as a bullet nearly clipped his ear. He quickly responded, turning the corner again and firing his rifle as Takashi and Suzuki tried to take a better position. "Rat-at-at-at-at-at!!!" the tungsten tipped bullets would fly towards Suzuki and chase just behind Takashi as he ran into the garage and ducked behind his vehicle, taking cover. Omar entered the garage as he was firing and quickly took up cover behind one of the Yakuza gang's stolen box-shaped SUV's, which had been lowered with smaller tires on it. Just then, the music speakers stopped as the song ended and the automatic CD player changed disks inside the vehicle. All fell eerily quiet for a moment as everyone stopped shooting.

Omar was now sweating profusely, the black painted Fehu symbol on his face now runny and faded, but this only helped his camouflage as he reloaded one rifle and dangled it around his arm by the strap while gripping the other rifle in both hands and chambering it. "Þú berjast eins og móðir mín. Hahaha, komdu þér kisa!" Omar laughed, taunting the gang members as everyone took a moment to reflect. Before this time, Augee had crept out of the office through a sidedoor and would suddenly jump out from beside the outside wall behind Suzuki, pointing his high-powered pistol at the back of Suzuki's head. There was a slight click, followed by Augee lowering the pistol and pressing it against the Taiyou gang member's spine. "Misstu það," he suggested calmly, waiting to see the Yakuza's reaction. Augee really wasn't trying to kill him, he just didn't want to be killed.

Omar would turn to look around the back side of the SUV, but Takashi would point his shotgun over the hood of another car and shoot at him, shattering the SUV's tail light as Omar was forced to duck back. "Opnaðu augun þín meira, þú munt sjá betur," the jarl chuckled, the smell of fuel still rising into his nostrils from the gas that had sprayed him down in the cave. He held his rifle tightly and leaned against the all black SUV, contemplating his next move. It seemed that the Viking and the Yakuza had gotten themselves into a Mexican standoff, Takashi with his shotgun behind one vehicle and Omar the One-Eye now dual weilding two assault rifles behind another vehicle. The garage itself was fairly large and contained other motorcycles, cars, trucks, vans and SUV's that had all been souped up and pimped out to fit the Yakuza's needs. But the shop was closed. There were no generators running, no engines firing, no fans or other noises to disturb their moment of silence. The only thing the jarl could hear now was his own heartbeat as he tried to think.

At that moment, the CD finished switching over and the Dubstep techno music kicked back on. Omar the One-Eye would turn around the side of the SUV again, holding both Seburo c26a assault rifles, one in each hand. "Tat-at-at-at-at-at-at!!!" the hot military issued bullets shredded the whole front of the Tokura N22, their tungsten tips ripping through glass and metal alike as Omar entered a berserker rage triggered by the music in the background. The Yakuza had called in backup to help them target the ghost warriors, but the flickering lights from the flaming gases expelled from the barrels of Omar's rifles as he walked around the side of the Tokura n22 made it obvious to anyone outside that the gunshots were coming from inside the garage. The vikings were oblivious to everyone else around them as Augee kept his focus and his pistol pointed at Takashi, dozens of people now taking to the streets and trying to run away. Only a few brave souls dared to stick around, as Augee waited for Suzuki to drop his weapon.

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As the door to one of the workshops swung open, Kettil the Smith looked up to see Prince Hrollaug enter the room. Kettil was polishing one of his new inventions, wearing an apron and a forging mask. "Rollo my son, I didn't realize you'd get my message so soon. How did you..." Rollo closed the door behind him and smiled to the old man. "Still skiing Rollo? You are a prince now, you shouldn't put yourself at risk like that when there are others who would cross the mountains for you" the inventor looked at the young prince with both a hint of pride and worry. "I wanted to come visit you myself, and I'm faster anyway" the tall warrior smiled. "You and your brothers Rollo were always something else" the old man shook his head before lowering his mask, grabbing a pair of metal tongs, pinching a black rock the size of a baseball and dipping it into a large cauldron full of liquid hot glowing orange magma. The soupy lava would sizzle and boil, smoke and steam emanating from the white hot cauldron.

Within a few seconds, Kettil would remove the rock from the scolding heat and hold in the air with the tongs, raising his helmet again to examine it. But it wasn't just a rock any more, it was a polished black gemstone, one of many new gemstones he had in his collection. "Watch this," Kettil said as he picked up the stone with his bare hand. It was still pitch black and cold to the touch, despite glowing a feintly deep dark purple at its core. "It doesn't burn your hand?" Hrollaug asked. Kettil looked at him with a cool wink before walking over to a large metal pole and setting it into one of the many mesh wired metal baskets attached to the pole. He then picked up another stone from a different basket and handed it to Hrollaug, who fumbled with it and got a feel for the weight of it. "It weighs nothing," Hrollaug commented. "Yah it's surprisingly light you see, but for some reason when you drop it," Kettil grabbed the stone and dropped it on the floor with a heavy thud. "You see it does not bounce," the blacksmith added before showing him some of the other qualities it could achieve, some being the ability to levitate, to absorb or reflect sunlight, and even the ability to effect weather changes by harnessing the lightning, thunder, or darkness from storm clouds.

After explaining the strange phenomena associated with the black gemstones, he would give Hrollaug a tour of some of the other inventions in the workshop. There was a rapid-fire crossbow that had a drum magazine and fired magical rounds propelled by Norse faerie dust. There was also a stringless longbow decorated with gems that appeared unfinished, but had an invisible and magical bowstring which only appeared like a white energy-like cord once the bowstring was pulled back or notched. Kettil then presented him with new royal armor made from tungsten and titanium feather-like scaleplates. It looked very similar to lamellar and byrnie style armor in some ways, but in others it was very different. Kettil showed him a pure white central gripped Viking round shield with a black gemstone boss at its center, the shield itself covered in blood painted runes of various shapes and sizes. There were also spears with simple black long sharp stone tips, also being made from the same manufacturing.

But the largest invention of all was the Hregg Drekki, or Rainstorm Dragon-ship, which appeared normal at first sight, but was actually just another generation in the line of multidimensional viking ships. The Ormbatur was the first one Kettil had on record, thralls standing by to record him as he spoke. The Nuormbatur was the second longship to crossover between two universes. But both of those ships were still strictly naval vessels confined to the sea. Neither one of them was originally prepared to be transported from Earth to Gaia, but the third generation Rainstorm Dragon-ship was the first vessel invented by the Northmen to intentionally cross multidimensional timespace. Kettil took extra pride in his longship, a monster that could hold up to 300 oarsmen but was still light enough to float on air. The ship was energized by a large solar sail and powered by a large baseball sized black gemstone placed craftfully into the mouth of the wooden dragon-carved prow of the ship.

"How long will it take me to get there?" Prince Hrollaug asked, running his hand down the side of the boat. "You can get there now if you chase the storm," Kettil the Smith answered, placing a jeweled crown on Hrollaug's head before placing a simple black gemstone ring on the prince's finger. "You will need a crew," Kettil said affirmatively. "Take Gwyneth, she is a worthy apprentice and an excellent shield-maiden" the blacksmith suggested before patting him on the back and smiling.
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All Takashi the Mouse saw was tunnel vision, and a hulking viking warrior charging at him like a bear. It all seemed to happen in slow motion for the Yakuza Gangster, the warrior was charging at him, and adrenaline began to course through the smaller man's body, the fight or flight reflex taking hold, urging him to do something, that something was take down this viking as quickly as possible.

All Takashi could do was react, firing the first buckshot round did nothing it seemed, and his eyes widened to the point that Honz could see the whites of his eyes in his final moments. Another shell was chambered and released with a deafening sound, but Honz still stumbled towards him, even with a melon sized hole in his gut, blown entrails, and blood spilling all over the interior of the car shop. The stench of seared flesh, gunpowder, and concrete was overpowering, suffocating to Takashi, and he wouldn't know even a moment's reprieve as the Viking warrior collapsed.

He had to move back into cover though, and quickly. Taking a moment to engage Omar with a few shotgun blasts from where he was hiding, he growled as the Jarl managed to find cover behind an SUV, particularly one of the more heavily modified variants that he was planning on taking to a bank heist. Which meant it was armored, and would provide excellent cover.

Takashi had to consider his options, his mind racing to the beat of the techno music blaring from his car.

He moved to open fire, but was only greeted with a hail of bullets that whizzed by him, and pinged against the concrete, Takashi turned briefly towards one of the counters, then he looked towards the shotgun, which was empty. Fumbling with some shells, he moved to try and reload, sliding the shells one by one into the breach of the shotgun.

Suzuki on the other hand was caught almost by surprise at the sensation of a gun being pressed against the back of his head. The man tensed up, but slowly raised his hands, and dropped the high powered machine pistol, which clattered on the ground. The man was considering his next move, his senses feeling where the weapon was, where it would be, but for now he would comply, try to lure the strange man into a sense of ease. They looked like foreigners, so Suzuki tried his best to speak. "Police come soon." He said in the thickest, Taiyou accent, his eyes briefly going up to the shafts of light that peered through the decking of the city above them. No doubt the commotion would attract undue attention, but Suzuki paused for a moment, there were no sirens in the distance.

Instead there was the faint droning of a Kenbishi Nakazawa Military Transport Helicopter moving through the polluted slums of Sector One, it's lights flickering among the dingy skies. It was escorted by two wasp like Jigabachi attack helicopters.



Suzuki looked up briefly to see the approaching helicopters, but said nothing to the man holding him hostage, not that it would matter anyway, they had to get out of here though, before the Police got there.

In a moment of silence, Suzuki called out to his comrade. "Mausu! Keikan!" He screamed at the top of his lungs, and then he whipped around, sweeping a leg under him in rapid succession to knock his captor to the ground, if successful, the young Taiyou would take off in a full sprint, signalling to the approaching gangsters that the cops were on the way. Or he would be shot in the back, and left to die.

An outburst that Takashi had to react to swiftly, with shells loaded, the Yakuza fired several more shots at the entrenched Omar, several in rapid succession at the armored SUV as he slid towards one of the side doors, Takashi was going to leave these strange burglars to whatever fate the cops would mete out to them, but he had to save Suzuki, so his attention turned to the door, and with one more shot sprayed in Omar's direction, Takashi vaulted through the blasted out window.

Takashi made swift movements towards one of the nearby sewer drains, the chop shop was dead to him now.

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The winds shifted, blowing an unusually cold wind across the Weargtooth Mountains. The already chilled caps rapidly developed a white frost, snap-freezing anything unlucky enough to exist at those heights. Snow began to fall farther down the mountains than it had ever before. Eras tested his strength, pleased with it's growth. The skies turned grey.


Soon.

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From northern far, in, a deep chill seeped, to the bone, through the scale, up the roots. White pockets of fire erupted throughout- advancements made by those within and foreign tools come here for final rest ceasing to exist with a flash and bang. A lament was cried from the Bez Daha Trees to Saggitae, to Gaia, to anyone who could hear and would, that again did Eras breathe upon this realm; and would continue to breathe, continue to inhale their realm, continue to flex chaos and destruction, until Gaia drew breath no more.

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"Police come soon," Suzuki said with a strong Taiyou accent, just in time to see helicopter lights scanning the area. Augee pressed his gun to the back of Suzuki's head, getting ready to pull the trigger. But as he saw the lights too, he paused and glanced up for a moment to see the helicopters descending from the clouds with their spotlights scanning the perimeter.

In a moment of silence, Suzuki called out to his comrade. "Mausu! Keikan!" He screamed at the top of his lungs, and then he whipped around, sweeping a leg under himself in rapid succession to knock his captor to the ground. Augee the Archer suddenly lost his balance as his legs folded to Suzuki's sweep kick and he fell backwards, hitting his head on the concrete floor of the garage. Amazingly, he wasn't knocked out, but it stunned the Norseman long enough for the Yakuza hoodlum to get away.

Meanwhile, his partner Takashi and Omar the One-Eye were at a standoff. As the gang leader made his way to one of the armored SUVs, he fired a few more rounds at Omar before jumping in the vehicle. Omar was quick and unhesitant as he ran between two vans. All of Takashi's bullets would miss him by inches as he ran by. That is, all except for the very last bullet which tapped Omar's hip at the last second. Omar would flinch and fall back against the trunk of the seconed armored SUV, resting his head against the back bumper with his hand on his hip as Augee slowly regained himself and limped over to check on him.

Takashi and Suzuki took one last glance back at the injured ghost warriors, smiling cockily before one of them lit a cigarette and they drove away. By now, Augee and Omar could hear the helicopter blades whipping the air around the garage as they dropped down closer to the shop. Just then, they could hear someone from the helicopters yelling Taiyou jibberish over a loud speaker, likely warning them to surrender. Augee grabbed Omar by the arm and helped him to his feet. "You alright?" He asked, having seen him get shot. "I'm alright," Omar said, still wincing. "Get this thing started, will you?" Omar said sarcastically as Augee helped him into the passenger seat before running around to the driver's side. He barely had time to get in and close the door before the police started storming the building with warning shots and tear gas cannisters.

"How do you start this thing?!" Augee yelled, frantically hitting buttons and looking around for starting levers as a squad of police officers jumped out of the transport chopper and started to form a blockade around the auto repair shop, a team of four armed men with gas masks stepping through the shattered glass door at the front of the building. Large heavygunner rounds pierced the roof and ceiling, chipping baseboards and concrete, ripping through the wooden beams and drywall before being deflected by the Norsemen's stolen armored vehicle. Sparks and flashes of pings could be heard and seen from inside the SUV, before finally Augee found a key.

"A key!" He shouted. "What do I do with it?" Omar grimaced and squirmed in his chair, looking down at his hip. Augee continued to look for a way to start the SUV while Omar examined his injury. He lifted his shirt, only to see a black and purple bruise on his hip by his waistline. To his surprise and relief, the bullet had never penetrated his body, but had instead gotten lodged into his seax, embedding itself in the sheath on his belt. All it did was bruise his hip. Omar and Augee would be sore for the next few days. But if they managed to escape from the police, they might live to see another battle.

Suddenly, there was a slight click. Augee slid the key into the ignition and cranked it. Just then, the motor started up and they had horsepower. "Haha!" Augee laughed with a smile, looking at Omar before looking back at the now lit up dashboard. The police were still shooting at them and causing hell for the Yakuza streets, but inside the SUV everything was remarkably quiet, all the noise being muffled by the vehicle's modified armour. The gunshots sounded like ice cubes hitting the doors and windows, and Augee took a moment to study the lights inside the vehicle as if the police weren't even shooting at him.

"Okay, now what do I-" Augee stepped on the gas pedal and suddenly they drove backwards through the wall of the car shop, causing some of the police officers to dive out of the way. "Whoa!" Omar said. "Let's try that again, shall we?" Augee smiled, then shifted gears and threw the SUV into drive. The tires squeeled as they took off down the street, running over a stop sign as they turned the corner. "Where are we going anyway?" Augee asked, glancing up at his rearview mirror only to see half a dozen vehicles with flashing lights behind him. "Go there," Omar said, pointing up to the Seburo Industries billboard as they passed it. If the Norsemen wanted to get back to their kingdom, they would need some better weapons. Augee hit the gas and sped up down the road as the cop cars fell behind. "Look, they are slowing down. They are not following, we might just ma-" One of the attack helicopters dropped down in front of them with a spotlight pointed at the windshield. "Oh shit!" Two rotary guns started spinning, and suddenly there were hundreds of rounds being hailed directly at the grill of their vehicle. Augee whipped a left turn and drove through a narrow alleyway between two project apartment buildings. "We have to find cover" Omar said, taking the opportunity to reload all of their weapons and get prepared.

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From northern far, in, a deep chill seeped, to the bone, through the scale, up the roots.

As if the gods themselves were angry at this transgression of their divine order, a great dark cloud rolled in. Thunder and lighting lit up the Kadota Peaks. White pockets of fire erupted throughout- advancements made by those within and foreign tools come here for final rest ceasing to exist with a flash and bang. Many crystalline powered weapons were not left to spare, for he who did destroy did so not out of rage as it may seem, but out of necessity. Artillery powered by the forces of Gaia was no match for Eras's clenching fist. It seems Eras's focus had been wrongfully honed across the sea, where the people seemed to have long forgotten that which truly threatens them.

It was here new Gods threatened to make permanent homes and forces yet unseen penetrated the realm he wished to rule. It was a good sign, as Gaia had clearly grown weak to allow such impact, but it was also bad news. Eras was not the only one with his eye on Gaia. He was not the only one hungry. He had woken up too late.

Eras drew breath again, inhaling the power of the obsidian Gaian stones, noting their refined nature made them all the easier to absorb. He again pulled power from the stones, draining the to half, marveling at the ease. These people, they refined this process?

The rainbows blinked out from the sky. Eras drank from the beauty of the Kadota peaks, the great dark cloud spreading. He chose to leave the strange Viking newcomers with few of their black powerful stones, with a smile.

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And so it had begun. Dark clouds hovered over Iskjerne Bay between the Weargtooth Mountains, bolts of lightning of various types and colors. First red and purple heat lightning. Then a loud white lightning bolt, followed by a green lightning web. To the vikings, it seemed like Ragnarok had arrived. To the knights, it seemed like the Apocalypse was occurring. But as the King of Iskjerne stepped shirtless out of the great hall and into the wispy cold, he had a wide grin and an evil fury in his gaze. He was just about to order an attack on the Taiyou, but just then a Christian knight came out of nowhere and tried to tackle him. This was a bad move, however, as Sigurd quickly reacted, sidestepping the knight's lunge whilst bringing his expensive sword blade up against his neck. Before he could even react, Sigurd beheaded the knight, his twitching body hitting the ground as his head fell, rolling down his shoulder and off to the side of the king's path.

Lord Bruce watched in terror as Emperor Shimizu cut down the knights before him. He kept his guard up, staring at Shimizu with unwavering eye contact. "Takao, do you know this man?" he asked calmly, gripping the hilt of his sword at shoulder level. By this time, Erling Snake had made his way past the second wall and was looking up the hill towards the ringfort. "Burn everything! Spare no one!" He shouted, walking up to one of the viking captives and impaling him with his longsword. More knights entered the breached gateway behind him, met by a wall of shields and spears as the Vikings charged at them. Sigurd Hring felt the enchanting power of the runic spells and the blood magic ritual covering him like a bearskin. His eyes twitched and flickered. His face became contorted. He would snarl, growl and huff lowly, hatefully glaring down the hill towards Erling Snake, who snickered back to him.

Suddenly, another large object could be seen approaching from the distance. From out of the great chill came what looked like an avalanche from the mountains. A huge cloudy mist started to close in on the viking settlement as a large blanket of snow started to cover the area. As it approached the viking village, suddenly a dragon's head appeared from out of the mist. Then the dragon's neck, and finally the Taiyou and the Vikings would see the whole creature. It was a dragon ship, the largest one the vikings had ever built. Hrollaug had daringly sailed it down the mountainside and towards the bay area. As the ship slid across the blanket of snow, one could make out a crew of about a hundred or more vikings. They were being led by Hrollaug, and by Gwyneth the shield-maiden, who shot a whistling arrow towards the invading knights, jumping on to the tower as soon as the large sailing vessel ploughed into Iskjerne's outer wall.

Sigurd's reinforcements had arrived..."

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  1. you might be posting in the wrong mountain range : unless they traveled up the coast or teleported from the souther range, to the northern range?

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Later that same day...

Prince Hrollaug had wasted no time in putting a crew together for the Hregg Drekki, and was just about to start it up when all of a sudden, the temperature dropped. There was a strong surge, and suddenly all of the black glowing crystals were drained or shattered as if by some divine intervention. There was no way the dragon ship would be able to fly now, and by sea it would take double the amount of time to reach their destination. "What in Hel's bane?!" Gwyneth shouted. "Keep your teeth together. Everybody out. Let's push!" Hrollaug jumped down on to the rocks and started to push.

Suddenly, another large object could be seen approaching from the distance. From out of the great chill came what looked like an avalanche from the mountains. A huge cloudy mist started to close in on the viking settlement as a large blanket of snow started to cover the area. As it approached the viking village, suddenly a dragon's head appeared from out of the mist. Then the dragon's neck, and finally the Taiyou and the Vikings would see the whole creature. It was a dragon ship, the largest one the vikings had ever built. Hrollaug had daringly sailed it down the mountainside and towards the bay area. As the ship slid across the blanket of snow, one could make out a crew of about a hundred or more vikings. They were being led by Hrollaug, and by Gwyneth the shield-maiden, who shot a whistling arrow towards the invading knights, jumping on to the tower as soon as the large sailing vessel ploughed into Iskjerne's outer wall.

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Slowly, the viking settlers of Iskjerne Bay would start to experience a change of luck. The arrival of the Rainstorm Dragonship struck fear into the hearts of Erling's knights. The Christians started to withdraw, fighting their way back in the direction they came. The gjallahorn blew loudly, echoing for miles, a newfound boost of morale as the vikings pushed forward, roaring sounds of victory or Valhöll, giving Sigurd Hring a chance to duel with Erling Snake more personally. The two former comrades gazed at one another with hatred, both of them walking slowly towards one another with their swords already prepared to strike. Sigurd would dodge a throwing axe as it flew past him, his eyes still focussing on the opponent in front of him.

"This ends here Snake," the king said as he approached the traitor. "Nice kingdom you have here. Took me a minute to find you!" King Erling lashed out, swinging his blade towards Sigurd's chest. The pagan king would respond by deflecting the blade with his own before trying to cut Erling's arm. Erling was fast however, and managed to evade Sigurd's steel before chuckling quietly. "You should have stayed in Iceland," Sigurd said calmly. "Aw, but don't you want to know how I got here?" Snake asked sarcastically, this time going in for an upward slash to Sigurd's chin. Sigurd would lean back, blocking the swing and redirecting it away from himself with his hand guard. Metal scraped metal, screeching with a small array of sparks from the force of their blows.

Sir Hadrid was walking around setting fire to the viking tents when suddenly an arrow whistled past his head. Looking up, he could see Gwyneth peering down at him from one of the wall towers. She quickly notched another arrow to her bow, but Sir Hadrid was undaunted. He would approach the tower as she fired arrows at him, one after another. He used his kite shield to stop one of the arrows before he tossed the lit torch into the wall tower. The wood was cold and dry, allowing the straw thatches to catch fire rather quickly. Within moments, Gwyneth would find herself trapped in a smoking tower. Sir Hadrid would gaze up at her and laugh loudly, only to be hit in the back of the head by Hrollaug's axe. There was a loud thud, followed by another as Hrollaug ripped the blade out and drove it into his spine. Sir Hadrid fell forward, dead before he could even hit the ground.

Sigurd Hring and Erling Snake continued their duel on the edge of the hill, swords clanking and clashing together with each passing swing. Meanwhile, Lord Bruce of Essex was still inside the tent with Takao and the Emperor, and confusion ensued between the Anglish Norse pagan and the Taiyou autokrator. Bruce wasn't sure what he should do, so he just kept his guard up and prepared to die mentally as he waited for the Emperor to attack him, or else state his case. Gwyneth scrambled to find a way down from the wall tower, which was slowly going up in flames. She gagged and coughed from the smoke billowing around her as she climbed to the outside of the tower and looked around. Seeing a rope attached to the warning bell, she slid her yew wooden bow over the rope, grabbing it with both hands while clenching an arrow between her teeth.

Just then, the outer wall of the viking ringfort started to crumble. Warriors pushed and shoved to get out of the way as the wall came crashing down near the entrance, a loud boom followed by a crashing wave of bricks and dust, forming a cloud which knocked Sigurd and Erling off of their feet. Sigurd's head started pounding. He felt dizzy as he sat up, being temporarily deafened by the loud crash of heavy logs and stones. As he sat up, he noticed people running around in mass hysteria. Dogs were barking. Women were panicking. There was a young child hiding under a table near one of the food tents, plugging their ears and crying in shock. There was ash and cinder, and rubble everywhere. It all seemed to be happening in slow motion as Sigurd staggered back to his feet slowly, ears still ringing. He tried to look around again for Erling Snake, but the Christian warlord had managed to slip away.

Back at the fallen gate, the vikings were holding strong. Gwyneth ziplined down the rope from the wall tower with her bow, landing gracefully on the ground as the Christian raiders continued to withdraw. By now they were retreating, and their flags waved on the wall, signalling them to fall back to the shore. At that moment, Gwyneth and Prince Hrollaug approached Sigurd and stood beside him on the edge of the hill, watching as the Christians retreated to their ship. It was one more victory for the king, but this time it would be short lived. The Soja was still orbiting up above the planet, prowling the skies like a shadowy wolf.

To make matters worse, other strange forces were now at work, and just then a viking herald rode up to the king on horseback. "My Lord Sigurd, I bring a message from the caves. The foreigners have returned. They have powerful weapons, and Jarl Evan is with them," the herald said before Sigurd nodded, waving a hand for him to go away. "Gwyneth," he mumbled. "Yes my king?" she answered. "Are you okay?" he asked. "Yes," she responded. "I have a new plan. Go fetch Kraiger, bring him before me. Our guests will no doubt wish to see us in person," Sigurd commented while sheathing his sword. Gwyneth nodded and quickly turned to go carry out her orders. Hrollaug placed his hand on Sigurd's shoulder and sighed, offering him a drinking horn filled with mead. Sigurd nodded quietly and took a sip, before staring out silently over the ravaged buildings before him.

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Suddenly, a large object could be seen approaching from the distance. From out of the great chill came what looked like an avalanche from the mountains. A huge cloudy mist started to close in on the viking settlement as a large blanket of snow started to cover the area. It was a dragon ship, the largest one the vikings had ever built. Hrollaug had daringly sailed it down the mountainside and towards the bay area. As the ship slid across the blanket of snow, one could make out a crew of about a hundred or more vikings.


Sinfrost watched from a distant peak in the Weargtooth mountains. Great dark thunderclouds shot colorful lightning down in Iskjerne bay. He had felt the great shift, and the great chill, narrowing his black eyes at the scene afar. A foreign object loomed over the continent. Something was amiss across Ellaria.

Sinfrost, hatching just after the great Colossi were sealed away so long ago, didn't quite recognize the signs for what they were. He didn't hear the trees as they cried from the south, domain being of ice and water and rock. He stayed safely disguised as a rock formation, and watched.

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Shimizu kept himself in the sword stance as he stared down at the englishman, but Takao could only stand by and do nothing, calling out the words 'Tennoheika!' and immediately prostrating himself at Shimizu's feet once the two knights had been felled.

"Kare wa yūjin, watashi no Tennoheika."

Shimizu briefly cast a sidelong glance down at Takao, and then he brought his eyes back to Bruce before the shimmering blue blade of light disappeared with a hissing sound, followed immediately by a popping sound.

The man spoke english, this brought a raised eyebrow from Shimizu, and he chose to answer in almost perfect english, lilted by a strange accent that was unlike those of the Taiyou who attempted to speak english. Shimizu's accent was closer to someone from Greece, or Rome who was speaking the Anglic tongue.

"Of course he knows me, I'm his Emperor." Shimizu replied, slowly bringing Sword Tenchi back down, and letting it clip to a small loop around his belt. "This settlement is under seige, and it seems our technology doesn't work here." Shimizu added, his words still in english.

"Your leader has some explaining to do, please; take me too him." Shimizu implored Bruce. "I see you have treated this man well, you will be rewarded for your efforts."

The arrogance was seeping from Shimizu's words like venom, he regarded these primitives with incredible disdain, but that disdain was well concealed by a veneer of calm, and even a reassuring smile.

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Character Portrait: Shimizu Takayama Character Portrait: Sigurd Hring Character Portrait: Takao Eguchi Character Portrait: Iskjerne Vikings

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Shimizu kept himself in the sword stance as he stared down at the englishman, but Takao could only stand by and do nothing, calling out the words 'Tennoheika!' and immediately prostrating himself at Shimizu's feet once the two knights had been felled.

"Kare wa yūjin, watashi no Tennoheika."

Shimizu briefly cast a sidelong glance down at Takao, and then he brought his eyes back to Bruce before the shimmering blue blade of light disappeared with a hissing sound, followed immediately by a popping sound.

The man spoke english, this brought a raised eyebrow from Shimizu, and he chose to answer in almost perfect english, lilted by a strange accent that was unlike those of the Taiyou who attempted to speak english. Shimizu's accent was closer to someone from Greece, or Rome who was speaking the Anglic tongue.

"Of course he knows me, I'm his Emperor." Shimizu replied, slowly bringing Sword Tenchi back down, and letting it clip to a small loop around his belt. "This settlement is under seige, and it seems our technology doesn't work here." Shimizu added, his words still in english.

"Your leader has some explaining to do, please; take me too him." Shimizu implored Bruce. "I see you have treated this man well, you will be rewarded for your efforts."

The arrogance was seeping from Shimizu's words like venom, he regarded these primitives with incredible disdain, but that disdain was well concealed by a veneer of calm, and even a reassuring smile.

The setting changes from iskjerne-bay to Empyrean Sea Beach

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Character Portrait: The Ulfhednar Character Portrait: Iskjerne Vikings

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Six months ago, King Sigurd sanctioned a longship for exploration. He personally selected a crew for this mission, as they set out from the Weargooth Mountains south of Iskjerne Bay in search of more lands. He sent a familar vessel into the high seas, the Nuörmbátur and its familar crew of vikings. Furdørn Ivansson, Engöll Corysson, Stryder Alvirsson, and the new earl, Hethel Svensson, all of whom had previously served Prince Úlfric and Jarl Hürgor the Archer during their victory against the Argosians, and who now served the House of Munso following Sigurd's victory over the previously reigning House of Ellrulf, were now heading back into open waters once again. For six long months the ulfhednar travelled, encountering tidal waves, water spouts and monsters of every kind before finally reaching a beach, where the fearless crew setup their encampment.

Empyrean Sea Beach...
Six months later...


What started as just a small camp on the beach was by now beginning to look more like a permanent settlement. The ulfhednar had wasted little time in building another ringfort. This one was smaller but similar to the viking fortress at Iskjerne, being built high up on the embankment of a large hill overlooking the shore. Furdørn the Wise and a dozen other men would work together to build a mote, an outer wall, and a decorated mead hall. Down on the beach, they built a shipyard with a sawmill. Further inland they built a forge, a well, and a guard tower with a bell. Meanwhile, another dozen workers went with Stryder to build a barracks, a manger, a stable, a guard shack and a food granary with a small windmill. Engöll Corysson and another dozen men would explore the area, gather resources and scout as much information as they could find. There were no caves in this part of the land, but instead they found an abundance of rocks and trees, and lots of sand.

Hethel Svensson, one of King Sigurd's new earls, was sitting in his tent observing the map that Engoll drew for him of the surrounding area. Hethel stared at the map quietly, taking a few puffs from his hand crafted weed pipe before exhaling a cloud of sweet scented smoke. Unlike the ship that King Sigurd had used to build his great hall in Iskjerne, Jarl Hethel kept the Nuormbatur intact. This mighty vessel sat on a palate of logs at the top of the hill, ready to be pushed back into the waters at a moments notice. Months went by, days, weeks and still the Nuormbatur's crew did not make any contact with the locals. Was this a peaceful place or what? For at the same time as King Sigurd and the vikings of Iskjerne were receiving constant threats and attacks from foreign invaders, Jarl Hethel and his gang had experienced nothing but the quiet serenity of the shores.

Another week flew by, and soon the vikings of the Empyrean Sea Beach had finished their construction. The settlement was grand and beautiful, a miniature replica of the Iskjerne viking settlement. Jarl Hethel walked around with Stryder and Fudorn, who showed him all the finer details and Jelling styled artwork, knotwork and wood carvings. Hethel was pleased, and so to commemorate their establishment, he ordered a large stone figure of Odinn the One-Eye to be placed on the top of the hill. The ulfhednar would worship the stone statue and make offerings upon it. Stryder caught some wild horses, and had them sacrificed as an offering to the gods. Hethel would take a pine branch and dip it in a bowl of the horse's blood before blessing the statue, the ulfhednar and himself. A drinking horn was passed around, and afterwards the remaining mead was taken by Fudorn outside of the camp where he poured it on the ground. Engoll and Stryder then walked around the entire ringfort, sprinkling blood on the outer wall to bless it.

That evening, after a nice warm bath in one of the salty aquifers, Jarl Hethel sat up looking at the skies. He noticed the same parahelion that Hrollaug had noticed in Weargtooth, for there was hardly ever a night in Ellaria, it's many suns providing constant light throughout most of the year. Still it was beautiful, and the vikings of the new Empyrean Sea Beach settlement admired the tranquil landscape with singing and praise. Sjonn the Skald would play his lyre and sing epic poems about King Sigurd's many exploits, retelling his long tales of heroic encounters with monsters and gods. Life was good here, as the vikings finally found rest and peace.