DamienTomasi
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I am inspired by Vadermath's work, and started to wrote my story ever since, hope you all enjoy it.
Chapter 1: For The Sake of Honor and Glory
The morning sunlight swept over the so-called land of Calradia, making a warm turn over the misty and cold night, one man stand over the beach, Harald , cannot sleep, thinking about his son, on duty for King Ragnar. He has been told that the Swadian army make their way through Jelbegi pass to the Dagron riverbank, where King Ragnar's army set their camp. In about an hour, Harald will go to the Dagron to see what happens himself.
It has been the third year of war for the Nord and Swadia, King Ragnar himself saw this opportunity to seek new land over the Plain of Calradia, both has seen defeats and victories, Jelbegi pass has been a graveyard for both the Swadia and the Norse, but, a few months ago, Jelbegi has fallen to the Swadia, and King Harlaus' army is marching towards the Norse so-called capital, Sargoth, King Ragnar anticipate it by setting defense over the Dagron riverbank, hoping that the entrenchment could win the battle for him.
In about an hour, Harald will arrive at King Ragnar's camp at the Dagron riverbank to check his son, as he slowly crawl over the hill on the darkness, he saw a massive lights that blind his eyes for moments, then he saw what really happens, torches and flaming arrows are flying towards the camp, he is shocked, not knowing what to do.
Hours by hours he spent watching as the Dagron filled up with bloods from both Norse and the Swadia, the earth trembles as the Swadian cavalry step into the battle, sweeping the Norse infantry below them. Harald can only watch the Norseman slaughtered, after a full 3 hours of battle, some Norsemen fled the battlegrounds, running towards Harald position, he saw a young man, with bloods all over his face, with a few men behind him.
"The Swadian has the best of us today, but don't be disappointed, lad, tomorrow, we will strike victory, for the sake of honor, for the sake of this land, I swear to all of you, we will strike victory!" Ragnar is full of anger, watching towards the horizon, seeing the rising smoke of his defeat as he says it.
For now....... what is the meaning of victory, if we can't even live.... Olaf can only lays on the ground, resting his mind and body from the tiring bloodshed he just surpassed.
"I am of a common birth, my liege, how can you appoint me as your right hand, if I'm only of common birth, there are many more men that have further knowledge than me" To this, Ragnar laughed heartily, reaching Olaf's shoulder as he said
"I can only saw one thing from you, my young man Olaf, it is courage, courage that nobody can match, surely we are far from home now, rest for now, my friend, we are going tomorrow" Ragnar walks to a corner, preparing straws for him to sleep.
We'll see what's going on tomorrow, my liege, we'll see
Olaf was just a son of a fisherman, he would never wants to be one of the King most trusted man, he is eager to seek work in the bustling town of Sargoth, clearing his throat with ale from a hard-earned Denars, he can only seek refuge inside the tavern, while the world were passing right in front of his eyes.
Three weeks after his arrival at Sargoth, the local manhunter recruit him as one of them, hunting bandits for Denars, day by day he hunted for bandits, he quickly gains wealth and has enough money to recruit his own men, he left the manhunter band and started his own, hunting bandits still for Denars. He quickly gains renown among the guild master, moreover, among the nobles of the Norse.
King Ragnar held a meeting with the nobles, to find out the best recruit they can find for the king, one of the nobles, quickly recommend Olaf to be recruited, he saw Olaf fighting bravely against the marauding bands of bandits, the king looks quiet satisfied by Olaf, he is able to take on weapons, even the heaviest one. When the king set his camp at the Dagron to confront the Swadia, Olaf was rarely to left his side, he became the King's most trusted men, even with things he would never trust with his former right hand.
"Fasten your pace, young man, we are not going anywhere unless you hurry up!" as he says it, Ragnar gallops his horse, sitting firmly on the saddle, his mind feel sure that Sargoth is not yet sieged by the Swadian.
"My liege, isn't it is dangerous?, riding towards Sargoth, with a chance of those Swadian sieging it?" both Olaf and Ragnar gallops their horse, they are near to home in Sargoth.
"Could you feel the wind, Olaf?, they are with us, this is a good sign, the gods are with us, hail them Olaf, and be assured that nobody can hold you off!" Ragnar has been an excellent morale raiser among men, this is not an extraordinary case, men has fought for him to their death. He feel that every man is the same, he feel that he is just like everyone else, just a commoner, King is just his nickname.
In about an hour, they will arrive at Sargoth, seeing the truth in front of their eyes.
If god ever protect us............ this is the time........... God, help us all
Ragnar and Olaf is galloping their horses towards Sargoth, where they will rest and raise more men, galloping until they saw the Sargoth's very wall, they saw a sight that was very shocking.
[end of chapter 1]
Chapter 1: For The Sake of Honor and Glory
The morning sunlight swept over the so-called land of Calradia, making a warm turn over the misty and cold night, one man stand over the beach, Harald , cannot sleep, thinking about his son, on duty for King Ragnar. He has been told that the Swadian army make their way through Jelbegi pass to the Dagron riverbank, where King Ragnar's army set their camp. In about an hour, Harald will go to the Dagron to see what happens himself.
It has been the third year of war for the Nord and Swadia, King Ragnar himself saw this opportunity to seek new land over the Plain of Calradia, both has seen defeats and victories, Jelbegi pass has been a graveyard for both the Swadia and the Norse, but, a few months ago, Jelbegi has fallen to the Swadia, and King Harlaus' army is marching towards the Norse so-called capital, Sargoth, King Ragnar anticipate it by setting defense over the Dagron riverbank, hoping that the entrenchment could win the battle for him.
In about an hour, Harald will arrive at King Ragnar's camp at the Dagron riverbank to check his son, as he slowly crawl over the hill on the darkness, he saw a massive lights that blind his eyes for moments, then he saw what really happens, torches and flaming arrows are flying towards the camp, he is shocked, not knowing what to do.
Hours by hours he spent watching as the Dagron filled up with bloods from both Norse and the Swadia, the earth trembles as the Swadian cavalry step into the battle, sweeping the Norse infantry below them. Harald can only watch the Norseman slaughtered, after a full 3 hours of battle, some Norsemen fled the battlegrounds, running towards Harald position, he saw a young man, with bloods all over his face, with a few men behind him.
"The Swadian has the best of us today, but don't be disappointed, lad, tomorrow, we will strike victory, for the sake of honor, for the sake of this land, I swear to all of you, we will strike victory!" Ragnar is full of anger, watching towards the horizon, seeing the rising smoke of his defeat as he says it.
For now....... what is the meaning of victory, if we can't even live.... Olaf can only lays on the ground, resting his mind and body from the tiring bloodshed he just surpassed.
"I am of a common birth, my liege, how can you appoint me as your right hand, if I'm only of common birth, there are many more men that have further knowledge than me" To this, Ragnar laughed heartily, reaching Olaf's shoulder as he said
"I can only saw one thing from you, my young man Olaf, it is courage, courage that nobody can match, surely we are far from home now, rest for now, my friend, we are going tomorrow" Ragnar walks to a corner, preparing straws for him to sleep.
We'll see what's going on tomorrow, my liege, we'll see
Olaf was just a son of a fisherman, he would never wants to be one of the King most trusted man, he is eager to seek work in the bustling town of Sargoth, clearing his throat with ale from a hard-earned Denars, he can only seek refuge inside the tavern, while the world were passing right in front of his eyes.
Three weeks after his arrival at Sargoth, the local manhunter recruit him as one of them, hunting bandits for Denars, day by day he hunted for bandits, he quickly gains wealth and has enough money to recruit his own men, he left the manhunter band and started his own, hunting bandits still for Denars. He quickly gains renown among the guild master, moreover, among the nobles of the Norse.
King Ragnar held a meeting with the nobles, to find out the best recruit they can find for the king, one of the nobles, quickly recommend Olaf to be recruited, he saw Olaf fighting bravely against the marauding bands of bandits, the king looks quiet satisfied by Olaf, he is able to take on weapons, even the heaviest one. When the king set his camp at the Dagron to confront the Swadia, Olaf was rarely to left his side, he became the King's most trusted men, even with things he would never trust with his former right hand.
"Fasten your pace, young man, we are not going anywhere unless you hurry up!" as he says it, Ragnar gallops his horse, sitting firmly on the saddle, his mind feel sure that Sargoth is not yet sieged by the Swadian.
"My liege, isn't it is dangerous?, riding towards Sargoth, with a chance of those Swadian sieging it?" both Olaf and Ragnar gallops their horse, they are near to home in Sargoth.
"Could you feel the wind, Olaf?, they are with us, this is a good sign, the gods are with us, hail them Olaf, and be assured that nobody can hold you off!" Ragnar has been an excellent morale raiser among men, this is not an extraordinary case, men has fought for him to their death. He feel that every man is the same, he feel that he is just like everyone else, just a commoner, King is just his nickname.
In about an hour, they will arrive at Sargoth, seeing the truth in front of their eyes.
If god ever protect us............ this is the time........... God, help us all
Ragnar and Olaf is galloping their horses towards Sargoth, where they will rest and raise more men, galloping until they saw the Sargoth's very wall, they saw a sight that was very shocking.
[end of chapter 1]
