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White capped and stretching across the entirety of the north of Ellaria, the climate is arctic. There are many coves and valleys. Vikings are said to settle here.
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Weargtooth Mountains

White capped and stretching across the entirety of the north of Ellaria, the climate is arctic. There are many coves and valleys.

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Weargtooth Mountains is a part of Ellaria.

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Sinfrost [46]
Dvalinn [34] Dvalinn is the king of the dvergar, a strange species of dwarf known for their craftsmanship and abilities.
Terakon Luvinair [25] A large imposing frost giant
Khale Fewtale [24] A large imposing frost giant

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Character Portrait: Livia Caesarius Character Portrait: Sigurd Hring Character Portrait: Iskjerne Vikings Character Portrait: The Ulfhednar Character Portrait: Argosian Soldier Character Portrait: Sinfrost Character Portrait: Iskjerne Ulfhednar Character Portrait: Dvalinn Character Portrait: Zirkonia Character Portrait: Terakon Luvinair Character Portrait: Khale Fewtale Character Portrait: Ragnar Lothbrok
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Sinfrost roared again, flicking out his wings and rearing up on two legs.

Meanwhile, Zirkonia sensed Alkinera, and screeched to the other dragon. A war was escalating faster than anything this planet had ever seen before.

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Character Portrait: Livia Caesarius Character Portrait: Sigurd Hring Character Portrait: Iskjerne Vikings Character Portrait: The Ulfhednar Character Portrait: Argosian Soldier Character Portrait: Sinfrost Character Portrait: Iskjerne Ulfhednar Character Portrait: Dvalinn Character Portrait: Zirkonia Character Portrait: Terakon Luvinair Character Portrait: Khale Fewtale Character Portrait: Ragnar Lothbrok
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Livia's eyes narrowed as she watched the encroaching wolves through what few gaps there were in the Testudo. She was thinking deeply, blue eyes seared into the path ahead as she tried to come up with scenarios. She was out of her element here, fighting savage barbarians that were using the land against them. She knew they had time to dig in, to set up their traps, and impinge their advancement. Livia thought long and hard, and something caught her eye.

She surveyed them, and their movements, their gaunt expressions. They were emaciated, and they were starving, she knew the plight of Iskjerne Bay all too well, plagued by drought, famine, and pestilence, the people had resorted to cannibalism according to the Frumentarii she had sent to spy on the settlement. This gave Livia an idea, and so she turned to one of her mule carts, and then to one of the Apothacaries within the Century of men they had brought.

"Strychnos opus est, tota." She remarked and the Apothecary nodded, reaching into his rucksack to produce several vials of powder that was to be used to synthesize medicine for the wounded soldiers. Livia took the vials, and moved within the Testudo to one of their soldiers, using the shields as cover.

"Da mihi cibum tuum cibaria" Livia ordered, and one by one the Soldiers started to understand what she was getting at. They threw down packs of bread, and packs of cured and salted meats, fish, and vegetables. Livia found food that had a bitter quality to mask the taste, and she spread the powder within the porridges and cuts of salted meats that she could get their hands on. They had put everything in a small pile, and Livia nodded in approval, while glancing slightly towards Reginarus.

"Retro domum feramus canes venenosos.." She remarked.

Livia then looked up, and called out into the mist before her.

"þú vinnur. við förum í friði, þiggjum þessa fórn!" She cried out in the closest thing she knew to their language, simple heavily accented words that she had picked up from Reginarus, and words she had been taught by the Taiyou Military.

With a swift gesture of her hands, she signalled for the Testudo to retreat with a simple verbal command.

"Recidere!" She shouted.

"Noli timere, formationem servare, pedem referre." She ordered, and then signalled for them to start taking a step back, slowly, and one step at a time, after a few moments, several packages of the Argosian rations were made apparent as the Argosians retreated further, eventually reaching a distance of about thirty paces away, withdrawing from their position while still maintaining the Testudo formation.

"Nunc expectamus." Livia remarked.

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Character Portrait: Livia Caesarius Character Portrait: Sigurd Hring Character Portrait: Iskjerne Vikings Character Portrait: The Ulfhednar Character Portrait: Argosian Soldier Character Portrait: Sinfrost Character Portrait: Iskjerne Ulfhednar Character Portrait: Dvalinn Character Portrait: Zirkonia Character Portrait: Terakon Luvinair Character Portrait: Khale Fewtale Character Portrait: Ragnar Lothbrok
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The Argosians continued to hold the front line with Reginarus taking command from behind the phalanx as Livia and some of the others started devising a plan in the ranks behind them. Ingeniously, the Legata had thought to use strychnine to poison the ulfhednar, preparing rations of food in hopes that they might take the bait.

By now, the dozen or so wolfcoats in front of them had stopped moving, most of them passing out or suffocating from a lack of oxygen as the tear gas took effect. Reginarus and his front line decimated the last of the ulfhednar to the right flank, though the ulfhednar to the left flank were still hiding within the rocks. In all, about 20 or more ulfhednar had now been disposed of, and about 35 legionnaires were wounded. There was no telling how many more ulfhednar were lurking in the mountains, but the Argosians had the advantage, knowing that the Vikings were sickly and starving.

As the Legata gave the order, Reginarus and the rest of the testudo would fall back and reform, stepping away from the impending skirmish as some lightly armored servants brought forth a red blanket, laying it down between the Argosian phalanx and the ulfhednar before them, setting baskets and plates of delicious food rations in the middle of the pathway.

"þú vinnur. við förum í friði, þiggjum þessa fórn!" Livia shouted, hoping that the ulfhednar would be able to understand her broken accent as the Argosians continued to walk backwards away from the feast, still maintaining their guard.

Within minutes, some of the ulfhednar from the left flank started to slowly appear from behind the rocks, popping their heads up slowly with their hands in the air, their spears and daggers raised where the Argosians could see them. "Argosia, ekki skjóta. Við heyrum í þér!" One of the wolf-skins shouted as he stepped out from behind the boulder with 9 other ulfhedinn's, revealing themselves to the receding army on the pathway.

"Lækkaðu vopnin þín. Við tökum tilboði þínu." The ulfhednar said nervously, half expecting it to be a trap. After a moment of observation and careful consideration, and despite being warned by their kinsmen, the thin skinny wolf-coated warriors would approach the baskets of food and stare down at the offering with gaping, drooling mouths. It was obvious that this group was on its last leg and desperate for sustenance. After some quarreling and arguing amongst themselves, one of the ulfhedinn's urged another one to take the first bite, testing it for poison.

The ulfhedinn cautiously picked up an apple, looked up to his comrades, and slowly took a bite into it before chewing. After a minute, he swallowed as everyone watched. But nothing happened. "Það er gott. Það er óhætt að borða," he commented before taking another bite. Soon, the other 9 ulfhednar dropped their weapons and fell to their knees on the blanket, digging in as they started to fight over the food in front of them, grabbing handfuls at a time and shoving it into their mouths. Little did they know that the food they were eating was laced with strychnine, and would slowly eat through their stomachs. Now all the Argosians had to do was wait for the poison to take effect. Yet in the back of his mind, Reginarus knew there were still other ulfhednar hiding somewhere in the mountains.

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Character Portrait: Livia Caesarius Character Portrait: Sigurd Hring Character Portrait: Iskjerne Vikings Character Portrait: The Ulfhednar Character Portrait: Argosian Soldier Character Portrait: Sinfrost Character Portrait: Iskjerne Ulfhednar Character Portrait: Dvalinn Character Portrait: Zirkonia Character Portrait: Terakon Luvinair Character Portrait: Khale Fewtale Character Portrait: Ragnar Lothbrok
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Livia watched the Ulfhednar through the gaps in her shield, she took pity on them for a moment at how skinny, and emaciated they were, but she also saw an opportunity. She cast her piercing blue gaze briefly to Reginarus, and then back to the Ulfhednar before them.

"Da mihi Radix Varon." Livia instructed to her Apothecary as she prepared for the next phase of her plan.

Livia took one step forward, reaching out and pulling the shields apart with her left hand, and in her right, she took the flag of the bull from the Vexillarius, immediately as the Apothecary placed a large piece of root in her hand. Livia knew that the Varon Root would rapidly neutralize the poison she had just administered, and it was crucial to her plan. Which she had to enact quickly, as the Strychnine would take effect in roughly twenty minutes, and the Ulfhednar that took the food would begin experiencing powerful muscle spasms.

Crossing the threshold of interlocked shields, Livia stepped out from the formation, Vexillum in one hand, and the Varon root in the other. Her sword had been sheathed, and she moved to show that she was no threat. The Ulfednar would see the Legata in full regalia, and her face as she pulled the Gas Mask free, as the gas was blown away by a swift gust of wind. The Starving warriors would find Livia a woman of average height, auburn hair and stark blue eyes. Perhaps she was someone of Celtic descent, yet her appearance was similar to them, even if her armor was different.

In her mind, she knew, if her plan worked. The wolf skinned warriors would never know truly how close to death they had come.

Livia took a breath, and cleared her throat, while planting the flag firmly in the ground in front of them.

"Ég geri þetta tilboð bara einu sinni." She called out, her thick Argosian accent marring her words. "Haraldur konungur er misheppnaður konungur, hann leiðir þig í fátækt og dauða!" She called out once more.

"Vertu með mér, og þú munt verða klæddur og mettur. Fjölskyldur þínar munu vera öruggar og lönd þín munu dafna." She cried out once more.

"Þú þarft aðeins að borða af þessari rót og krjúpa fyrir þessum fána."

"Reyndu mig, og dauðinn mun skjótt koma yfir þig og allt sem þú veist."

She stood silently besides the flag while tbhe Ulfehedin were allowed to consider their options. Livia also briefly checked her pocket watch, a small wind up watch that was powered by springs, and gears. She started the timer, and took three steps back towards the formation of Argosian soldiers.

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As the Legata stepped out from behind the wall of shields, dressed in full regalia and holding the Argosian banner, the skittish warriors in tattered wolf-skins stopped gorging on the food dishes in front of them and scuttled backwards away from her, grabbing their spears and seaxes while still seated on the ground, looking up at her from a fairly safe distance.

"Ég geri þetta tilboð bara einu sinni. Haraldur konungur er misheppnaður konungur, hann leiðir þig í fátækt og dauða!" She said after removing her gas mask and planting the flag into the ground in full display before them. The ulfhednar stared blankly up at Livia without moving, as if confused and still attempting to understand her words, despite her speaking clearly enough that Reginarus could overhear her and understand perfectly.

"Vertu með mér, og þú munt verða klæddur og mettur. Fjölskyldur þínar munu vera öruggar og lönd þín munu dafna." She cried out once more, causing the 10 ulfhednar to glance side to side at one another. One of the warriors peered over his shoulder to the dead bodies and incapacitated wolf-shirted Vikings behind him before looking back up at the Argosian leader.

"Þú þarft aðeins að borða af þessari rót og krjúpa fyrir þessum fána." Livia said, offering the small group of sickly survivors a clear ultimatum. "Reyndu mig, og dauðinn mun skjótt koma yfir þig og allt sem þú veist." She assured, but her threats and promises fell on deaf ears as the skinny warriors dropped their food and slowly stood up, one of them spitting his chewed up pork on the ground while another one brushed himself off.

They started to chuckle and laugh, shaking their heads in disbelief. King Harald was not a bad person at all, at least in their eyes. He wasn't responsible for the famine and poverty in Iskjerne Bay, but on the contrary, Harald Fairhair had liberated them from the civilized foreigners and oppressive invaders, and had actually restored Norse paganism and Iskjerne Viking traditions among the people. As far as the ulfhednar were concerned, they were defending their kingdom willingly as freemen, and actually it was Livia and her foreign invaders who were responsible for everything.

"I have idea," one of the ulfhednar said as he wiped the drool from his beard, speaking in the common tongue. "Why don't you go piss a fuck!" He shouted, kicking dirt at the blanket of food on the ground between them. His words were hard to make out, but it was obvious that he was trying to insult her. The other Vikings in the small wolf band laughed for a moment as some of them started howling at the sky again. Soon, more howling noises could be heard echoing over the mountains around them. Somewhere in the rocks and crags, there were still more ulfhednar who hadn't yet been immobilized, and who were still prepared to fight.

Just then, someone else stepped out from behind the shield wall and limped ahead of the troops slowly, standing beside Livia and glaring at the ulfhedinn's before them, using his makeshift wooden crutch to keep himself propped up. Removing the white shawl from around his neck and revealing his braided beard adorned with traditional Viking beard beads, Reginarus gazed at the ulfhednar with cold cruel eyes, the scars on his face and forehead betraying the hardened gaze of a warrior who wasn't messing around.

"I am Ragnar Lothbrok," he said quietly, wincing in pain, but causing some of the ulfhednar in front of him to simmer down and focus on the partially disabled centurion who was addressing them. "Ég er Ragnar Lothbrók, sonur Sigurðar Hringr!" He shouted, this time in their native Norse language, causing all of them to shut up and look at him with mild attentiveness. "Ko lort. Ragnar Lothbrok er død, fortabt på havet." One of the Danish ulfhedinn's remarked. After all, most of the Danish Vikings had already heard of Ragnar Lothbrok's exploits, and everyone believed he had drowned at sea or been captured and executed during one of his raids.

"Jeg var fortabt til søs, ja, fanget og tortureret af kong Aella, det er sandt, hvad du har fået at vide." Reginarus responded back, this time in his own native Danish dialect, causing all of the Viking wolf band to become more attentive. "En ég dó ekki... mér var bjargað, af henni." Reginarus said calmly, pointing to Livia with his sword before pointing his blade towards the ulfhednar. "Hún getur bjargað þér líka, ef þú leyfir henni... En þú verður að bregðast hratt við. Þú hefur borðað eitur... Hún heldur lækningunni... Þitt val." Reginarus said calmly, explaining the situation to them.

"Þetta er bragð. Það er galdur. Sannaðu að þú sért sá sem þú segist vera," one of the wolf-shirted Vikings demanded, urging his fellowmen not to fall for any more tricks. Reginarus nodded quietly, looking over to Livia and glancing back at the shield wall behind them before dropping his crutch and proceeding to remove his armor. Reginarus would remove his breastplate and neck protector, along with his shoulder plates and arm guards, before taking off his shirt and exposing his completely bare upper torso, covered in scars and tattoos that only a Viking could understand.

Upon seeing the scars and Ragnar's very unique personal tattoos, the ulfhednar suddenly dropped their weapons, lifting their hoods back to reveal their own weary faces as they fell to their knees, lowering their heads before him. He put his shirt back on and glanced at Livia again as one of the ulfhedinn's cupped his hands over his mouth and made some kind of animal sound, almost like a wooping noise, calling out to the rest of the wolf clan. Within seconds, dozens of ulfhednar appeared standing on the ridgeline above the passage way, to the left and right, looking down at the Argosian army from up above. There were about 100 of them in all, including the other 10 who stood before them. Every one of them was dressed the same, holding spears or throwing axes and standing casually at attention, wearing wolf-skinned hoods.

Reginarus would glance around at all of the ulfhednar surrounding him, his cold blue eyes reflecting with a bit of joyful admiration at just how many of them there actually were. As he finished putting his armor back on, Reginarus smiled at Livia and leaned over to pick up his crutch, turning around and limping back towards the wall of shields. "Dederunt in... Nunc te audient." Reginarus said, patting Livia on the shoulder gently before returning to his men behind the front line. He had just conquered every single one of their wolf-coated enemies without even putting up a fight.

It was clear that Reginarus would become an important asset to the Argosian Empire during their campaign into Iskjerne Bay, as the partially disabled centurion used his wooden crutch to limp back into position amongst his Argosian comrades, Gnaeus the signifer to his right, Auletes the decanus to his left as the ulfhednar started descending down from the rockface behind the other ten who had been poisoned. The first ten then slowly approached the Legata, leaving their weapons on the ground behind them and kneeling before the flag, looking up at Livia, this time with more respect.