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    Posted: 02 Apr 2011 at 10:11am
 
The land was rich and begging to offer riches to those who were brave enough to come take it. And come they did from the North lands across the sea. Those who held dear their lands and goods were right to fear them, for they arrived in such Dragon ships that fear rained down at the very sight. They slipped silently down back rivers and up to villages leaving nothing but burning and woe in their wake. There is only one thing left to do with such ravaging of the Land...run or fight and die......
 
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Torfii the travelled inched Nadr from it's sheath. It itched as did his thumbs. The land was rich and asking for the taking. One more payment and Dagrun was his. Tight fisted father! The sea lapped gently against the shields that protected the deck. So far the weather was good. A good sign. He held the slice of Iolite above him and sought the sun behind the clouds. Aye, making good progress.
 
Bjorn Blood-drinker sat rowing with concentration. Not far, a few villages and then he could head for Jorvik and rescue his sister from that greedy saxon Merchant husband, Then they could return home together to die, as had said the Runeswoman, together.
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  Quote Jano Quote  Post ReplyReply Direct Link To This Post Posted: 02 Apr 2011 at 8:40pm
Jårn Rotgut's pale grey eyes were already watering in the cold wind off the sea. Early April was hardly the warmest month for raiding but with lambing in full flood and Beltane not far off it was not the worst time to set sail either, plenty of rich pickings especially in one of the bigger settlements inland. Sourly he watched Torfii fiddling with his stones, but at least he looked pleased with their progress.  Jårn was not the best sailor on the Worm, so he was glad to see that the sail was beginning to fill out, so the oarsmen could ease up a little - well he could anyway as he was down at the tail end of the boat and he had another trade to get him out of too much heavy work...
 
He got up and shuffled aft to get his bodhran (frame drum) and double knob-ended beater from his knapsack and settled himself back down behind the last row of oarsman and began to take up a rhythmic beat to match the slap of the oar and the waves washing against the bows. A couple of the other men turned and grinned at him "Give us a song then Jårn!" He grinned back and nodded and went into one that he knew would be well-received...
 
O! I'll tell you a tale of the One-Eyed God
Who watches the cold waves wash o'er the shores
Where the craven dead rot down under the sod!
 
But all heroes go to the end of Thor's Bow
To wassail and sing of the call of war
While their bones are picked o'er by raven and crow...
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Since Imbolc they had been preparing, turning their minds towards the planting and hunting of spring, though each of the men in cumbraland knew that with the coming of beltaine and the spring's first harvest the year's raids would begin anew.  The saecsin were not so much the problem in the east the Isle was to find, but the ever more hungry folk that come with their beast-headed ships, willing to pillage and plunder all that would have their lives full at the cost of another.  The churches made areas more targeted, and of yet the most that had come into that land was the lonely monk of the isle upon the loch.  The lords knew how to squelch the advances of the foreign born religion, guided by their bards and seers, supplicating the gods of choice in order that they might destroy another.

Brannon had begun setting his men to the defense of their land, having been once upon a time the people who had survived many of the passages of the northern fiends headed to the south to raid, for they took what they would along the route.  The signs from the bards had not been favorable to them this year, the omens speaking of fiends coming in many dragons, as had long been the battle between the red and white.  They had but two weeks left till the full moon happened, and then it would be nearly beltaine, the missives had been sent calling for the trained warriors to come to the Villa to discuss the coming year's statistics and prospects both good and bad. 
They lived their belief and if asked they would gladly die for it.Tell me now who in your glorious age holds such a belief? All that lives is born to die we must make the best of the time we are given
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The land came into view, rocky and high, yet the river entrance looked good, and, if the slave monk Berrin had correctly and eagerly offered, rich for the pickings. He had given names, villages, churches, places of wealth and Torfhad then passed him on to whatever heaven the fool believed in. One thing you did not do was tell on your fellow man, leave them open to attack, the lowest most despicable thing a Norseman could ever do!
"Full sail, we make for the rivers mouth. I see what they call Filey! It has a church, hei?" This caused laughter and Yppr Barked. "See even the dog knows we are near land!"
"He smells the trees!" laughed Erik from the back.
"Save him using my leg!" mumbled Grimjer,"My leggings are soaked and stink to heaven!"
"Tis a comment on you, Grimjer!" and this caused sniggers.
Torfi's tone was not to be ignored. then again, No one dared ignore his orders. Those as did died swiftly, bitten by the adder (Nadr)!"On!"
There were no souls on the cliffs, no lookout. What was this? Valhalla? Or atrick by Loki?Torfi looked again and again and saw nothing but the land sloping down to the River. This was good luck. The arm torc given him by Dagrun before they left was working. He would have to take her something back in thanks. A slave maybe, or perhaps, and he smiled at the thought, or her one weakness, amber! "Down sail! Bring out the oars! We run with this tide as fast as we can!"
 
Thank all the Gods! They were to get some action at last!
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"We must stand ready for the north once again looks to ravage the rich southerlands of the Isle, and to do so this is a very likely place for them to pass through, the patrols are to begin along the borders in pairs and the signal flares to be lit at the sign of the enemy's coming." he said and the men who owe him their oaths nodded understanding for they had been brought up to such orders once upon a time.

Each knew the time was coming as it was that time of year indeed, and they had made what improvements they could to their lands since the turning of the last foe from the north.  The relations with the east had become peaceful at least, the old people had bred with enough of the saxons that they were on terms with the rest of those who called the island home.  Against raiders those who held lands stood at arms to defend them.
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Brother Aelfred had been taking the flock out onto the common land on the cliffs and nearly missed seeing the sail, but as the luck would have it, the lead ewe finally responded to his prodding and stopped her idle investigation of the clover buds on the skirts of the small copse  on the ridge and finally began to make her way onto the open slopes, followed dutifully by the rest of the sheep. For once the weather was clear and Aelfred's gaze happened to follow one of the new lambs running out into the tall grass towards the blue sea as there was a glimpse of orange red far out in the bay as the boat came about running slightly to the north but coming in for the shore not far from the Abbey.
 
'Twas as well he was looking for another few seconds and he may have missed the sight altogether for the dragon boat was low and dark in the water so far out and he might not have seen them... Aelfred paused, catching his breath, light green eyes wide, for surely it was early for raiding? Tucking his herder's staff into his shoulder, he brought both hands up to shade his eyes as the tiny tan sail disappeared from view and there were brief glints of steel near the bows as the sun shone down from a break in the swift scudding clouds. No doubt. Aelfred turned and ran, flock left to fend for themselves for now as there was no time to lose if they were to raise the alarum for the hill fort at Ravenscar.
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Torfi smiled that smile not even the men in his boat liked. It was the smile of a wolf who has cought sight of his long awaited prey and knew it was trapped. "Beach her here. Grjmnir stay with the boat. Let us get some early plunder!" There was urgent checking of blades and taking of the shields from the running boards.
 
The land rose and fell and was perfect for raiding. They could not see you coming. Many bushes, thank Odin. This assualt would be quick, but enough to warm up the raiders for the next big raid further down the river. The area around the church was clear. Unfortunate but when had that ever stopped a good Vikinger? There were folk inside, they could hear them and the sound of items being hastily removed.
"We wait for them to come out. For come out they must. Erik, take your half and find the back door. We shall take the front. And keep low!" He was pleased to see a nod full of sagacity. Erik had once made such a mistake early in his fighting career that he had nearly come unstuck and it had be Torfi's father that had saved him, bloody as he was, and the haul taken that day. Erik had never made that mistake since. He was a good, strong, young lad and growing in skill.
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Gundred was terrified. The Brothers had rung the alarum and already the Norsemen were on the beach and running up from the hill headed straight for the chapel. She was the only one in there just now and she had been about to leave to join the others back at the abbey for prayers... Spinning around and gathering up her dark grey skirts she ran back through the back door, into the vestry and onto the altar, for once not genuflecting because there was no time. Though she was barely seventeen she had been a novice for five years and this was not the first raid she'd seen, but it was the first time she'd been on her own when it happened. Breathing hard she threw up the cloth and dived into the little cupboard and, holding her skirts out scooped the workaday, but neverthelss valuable, metal dishes and cups into the voluminous folds thanking the Lord that the Missal and Gospels were back at the Abbey for safekeeping. There were other valuables, sconces and candlesticks and votary bowls too, but they're weren't as important as the eucharistic vessels and she couldn't take all of them to hide on her own.
 
Sobbing now, she staggered slightly as she rose and hastened back into the vestry and flew out the door and straight to the nearest burial plot, which happened to be unmarked save for a bare wooden cross with a small hazel bush behind it. There were rough guttural voices coming from the front of the chapel as she dived behind the bush, letting go of her robe as she tore at the long grassed turf which moved with a little effort to reveal the stash hole which went about 2 feet down beneath its slate cover. Trying to keep quiet now she threw the vessels into the damp pit, her mouth moving in silent prayer for protection and enough time. She was just putting back the slate and holding the turf over it when she heard heavy boots coming twoards her... Blood sprang from her lip as she bit down, stifling a groan and patted the earth frantically trying not to scatter too much earth, for surely she would be seen.
 
Trying to stay calm now she rose and started to move away from the grave, wiping the earth off her hands on her homespun woollen habit. A lock of grubby shoulder-length light brown hair had escaped her whimple and she began to tuck it back in when she realised that she was being watched. Blue eyes wide with fear now she looked at the tall, heavily armed man with the fair hair (Eric) she began to back away her mouth open and ready to scream but nothing coming out as though Satan himself had stolen her voice.
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Erik had followed Torfi's orders for so long now they were almost becoming the same man. One or two of the more supersticious men had been worried about that, but he had been learning from Torfi from as long as he, Erik, had held a wooden play sword. He knew what Torfi would be doing on the other side of the Church.
There had been fewer holy men than they thought, but there would be gold and precious jewels. Well it would warm the muscles! He could see the holy men running or scuttling, some seemed old and lame. This would be so easy to put them out of thier misery and let them meet thier one God faster'n they had wanted!
The building with it's wooden structure would burn well and prove the Vikings had arrived and meant business.
His men looked to him for orders. After all they needed orders or a one man one idea would be a disaster on a raid.
Erik did not let them down."After those Monks, I saw a flashes of gold!" 
But for now the gold was of a lesser interest. Something had caught his eye. An animal in the bushes? A bear? A boar? Not of that black. That, surely, was the black of those religious fools! Someone hiding in the futile hope that the men would go away? He laughed a mirthless smile of a man much older than himself. He drew his waist sword, hefted his shield higher and made for the bush.
He dispaired of the burial pit with it's pitiful cross. He slashed it in two with a distasteful sneer. Did these idiots not know that a soul should be put to flame or would never reach Valhalla? Sounds of sword and yells came from round the religious building. However, he made for the bush. Something moved. "Yppr!" His dog bounded towards him and waited at his Master's feet for a command, shivering in excitement at this game, his tongue lolling in excitement. Already he was splashed with blood. "Flush it out, lad!"
The dog was bounding to the bush when a figure rose. It was a woman. A frightened young holy woman if that head dress gave owt away! "Stay thee still, lass! And what were thee doing behind that bush eh? We put the fear of thy God into thee as thee needed to let thy fear out of thy backside?" He laughed but it held little mirth. "Come here and let me see thee true!" He reached out and roughly pulled the head dress from her head. "Do thee want to live, lass? Aye? Then here be a message for the men of your lands!" Taking her hair in his hand he sheared it off close and pushed her away violently. "Run, lass for the Vikings be here. Tell one, tell all!" He called after her, "We look for fight!"
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What started off a haze upon the distant eastern horizons was slowly coming with reports of the invasions coming from the eastern seas this year already, and those in the west were faced with hard decisions knowing that the north and the irish had yet to launch their own season of attacks.  However the time for waiting was long past due, and action must be taken for reports had reached the villa of at least one of the christian churches in the east being put to the flame and warriors landing spoiling for the fight.  Taking stock of his best men he summoned Culfryc to his chamber to inform him of his duties,"Culfryc you are to lead my company of warriors east to help our bernician neighbors before the tides sweep them into our own lands with enemy steel upon their heels.  You are to take five hundred and go east, we shan't wait on messengers to bring the news of doom we all know now must already be coming.  Provisions are being gathered now, you'll be mounted to speed your passage, I only hope that you don't take all my mailed warriors and horses." the king spoke with a light hearted smile as he took Culfryc by the shoulder,"I need not give you such instructions I know, but it is proper and we live by everyone playing their proper parts in time, take care Culfryc to return home to me and bring what warriors and spoils you can home with you.  The men will be rewarded richly, and your horde will grow ever more to keep your family so well cared for as you do, just return alive Culfryc.  Success is not a question, we cannot afford a failure in the east which is why I send you when I must prepare our lands to the defenses of the hammer that must fall soon too."

Culfryc nodded,"Lord.  You do me much honor in this as always, I would see it so that my eldest son is put to work in your service as well this year, he will be a fine man in time but he must be building those foundations now." he said with a stern look that often came upon him when discussing new warriors with the king.

Brannon laughed seeing the look,"Save that look for the recruits man!  This is your son, and you have but to ask of me and it is done, you are my captain and I have never heard unreasonable requests from your mouth save that a man should be something much more than how we find them.  It is your hands that hardens them into warriors Culfryc, as it is my will that leads us, your son will begin with arming the warriors that are to go but he will remain here and begin training with the other boys." he said

Culfryc was grateful the conversation had gone so easily, though deep down he knew it would, but despite his rank he remained humble and intimidated by the position of the king though they had grown up together.  The king was not as many kings, he spent no extra coin to reinforce his position, nor did he hold it over the heads of men however when it came to playing the station he knew when the show was on and stations were to be observed.  In this Culfryc's humility served him well for his steadfast resolution to always play the station of captain meant that the men saw his respect and at times his fury, the lord had chosen well in sending him eastward at the head of a company of warriors.
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Torfi slew the emerging, terrified, young novice monk without a thought. This was his life, this was his way and this would be his end but not, if Thor allowed it, would it be near!
Torfi had grown up in the home of Thorsdr the Rouser, after his father had died in a local raid and his mother had fallen to the Marsh Fever which had been rife that summer. His adopted father had lived up to his reputation. Roused you were at the break of light and Roused were those who came against him with blade! Thorsdr had secumbed to a poor end when clearing a ditch on his land and after falling in, drowned. In less than a few inches of water. Not the greatest of ways gfor a brave Viking to pass over. The chances of him reaching Valhalla were short of nothing!
He had always favoured Nord, his father's way. You knew your enemy, you told him your name and then you killed him! What was more honourable than that! Your name would be in Valhalla before you! Glorious! Thor was all power, may he be honoured by his father Odin!
Torfi had a secret that few knew of but himself and his now long gone excellent Mother, may she find now have good health in Freya's Hall! He, Torfi, was the true son of Orin Whitehair; the most glorious battle Lord of the Viking lands, now in the lands of the Rus and fighting to enlarge his estates. Orin had known of his son for many winters yet kept his peace to keep his own kin calm. The local Seer, Fridda, had said his son would bring glory to thier name and Torfi was his only son! Torfi had laughed at that. Orin's wife, Theddis, would be in agonies for she had but three daughters, all sickly and in impending doom of reaching Muspellhiem before they were at least wed! Theddis would scream out with that awful wailing voice of hers that sent man and slave scurrying... were they wise!
He glanced up, the sounds from the other side of the damned holy house were thinning. Erik had done well it seemed, and there, coming round the corner, bare out of breath, was Erik with Yppr, at his heels, as was usual, carrying a piece of holy man cloth in his jaws. "All done for?"
 
Erik kept his face neutral. "Aye, all done for. This is too easy!" He would own up nothing about the holy girl. Why? He didn't know. Yet there had been some feeling there that had made him think twice about ending her and that was no good for a warrior to admit! Her fleeing had been seen only by him and Yppr, but the dog would own up nothing!
 
"Do not expect all to go so well, Erik. These slugs were unprepared, news shall travel of this, whether none escaped or no!"Torfi stated wisely. "Let us see this pagan god's hole full done with! Throw in the torches and let us be back to the boats!" Once back on the ship and it was pulling back into the river, he began urging the jewels out of the lagre cross with his waist knife. The gold would be melted down when they were home and these jewels would be the last instalment for Dagrun.
Now he had the time to fight for himself and gain even more glory! Then  the fleet would come as agreed. He knew the boats were not far off. He had seen the raven, Rafn, from Agi's boat "Thunder of Thor" flying over. He had known it by the blue thread wrapped around one leg. Soon Rafn had flown back. the ships were close. A great battle was due!
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Yppr had been Erik's friend from his puppy days, following the lad everywhere, until the lad had thrown him a piece of fatty meat and the bond had been sealed. But then there was more to eat as he joined Erik's family and soon he grew into a fine hunting dog. Rats were his preference although he was not adverse to climbing amongst the sea ledges to catch birds for his master's meal.
He had not expected to travel such distances in his life but he had jumped in the boat behind his master and had become part of the pack. Nearly everyone had accepted him happily, seeing him as a talisman. But Grjmnir, Grjmnir he hated the sight of and, as he was not allowed to bite the man unless he wanted a thrashing, he merely depised the man like he despised the squirrel of Ygdrasigl. Yppr loved catching squirrels but there were none yet to see in this new land. He had left his mark however, his calling card. It would puzzle many a local dog.
He enjoyed the harrasing of those who attacked his master or those who his master ordered him to plague. It made the day enjoyable after such a long time cooped up in a 
boat.
He had fed on fish for too long. Blood had splattered him and it had made him hungry as his wolf instincts kicked in. He tried the meat that had fallen. It was good. But he did not take much. He knew his master did not approve. However, when his master Erik was otherwise engaged in a full battle with his attention taken elsewhere, he would not see him, Yppr that was, helping himself to the fallen!
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"Do thee want to live, lass? Aye? Then here be a message for the men of your lands!"
Gundred had been almost witless with fear as the dog had barked at her and the Norseman (Erik) had pulled her whimple from hair and shouted the words at her. She dashed the blood away from her bitten lip "Please don't hurt me!" she pleaded in a faint voice, then gave a thin shriek as he took a chunk of her dishevelled brown hair off with his blade and shoved her away roughly.
"Run, lass for the Vikings be here. Tell one, tell all! We look for fight!"
She backed away from him in sheer panic, and fell backwards onto the grassy slope, whimpering, as he turned away from her evidently waiting for others to come and thieve from the chapel. The dog was barking at her again as she rose shakily and took a few timid steps away then ,suddenly stung into action, fled as fast as she could up the hill back to the Abbey which was about a quarter mile off around the headland. The field bell was still being rung frantically and she could hear distant voices raised and a mule braying furiously, but all thought now was to get herself back to the others as soon as she could. Heaven knew what more mischief would be wrought today, but perhaps she had saved the sacred vessels at least, for she hoped the warrior had not taken in the tell-tale streaks of earth on her hands and the splashes of wet red clay and torn grass on her skirts.
 
Brother Aelfred cursed the wretched creature he was currently astride - it would be quicker to run on his own two legs he was sure, but at least the people at the beacon fort might hear the bells from St. Keria's. He was about halfway across the downs when the mule deposited him unceremoniously in a heap in the sandy dirt and ran into the little stream and then absolutely refused to budge. "A plague of ticks on you then, you demon-spawn!" Aelfred was not usually cruel to animals but he sorely wished thrash the traitorous beast and made do with a hefty smack to the rump and nearly got kicked over for his trouble. Scrambling up the bank, the young monk broke into a loping run that would conserve his strength for it was still a couple of miles to Ravenscar. There were still a few hours until dark however and so he would make it in time if he kept his head. The thought that the Norsemen might have horses with them crossed his mind momentarily but he hastily dismissed this simply because he didn't need more worry of pursuit on top of having to get word to Lord Ceofric's men. The Abbess was in Northallerton and so all the Norsemen would find at the Abbey were a few more asses and two elderly plough horses - with any luck the donkeys were blood relations of that wretched fiend and useless as mounts...
 
Finally he came over the last rise and briefly came to a halt as he saw the wooden staves and the rough tower with timber and kindling all set ready under a makeshift oilskin to keep it dry. "Ho! Ravenscar! The Sea Wolves are at St. Keria! Aid us! Ho!" Aelfred yelled at the top of his voice, one of the most powerful bass's in the choir, which is why he was usually in charge of the flocks. As he broke into a sprint for the last furlong his face broke into a grim grin as he saw one torch and then two more thrown onto the beacon pyre as someone whipped the tarpaulin away.
 
By the time Aelfred reached the watchers and was handed a stoop of welcome water for his raw throat the next fire in the chain was alight too and word was spreading inland to the lords. Help would be on it's way soon and the countryside would be ready for the raiders, but it was probably too late for St. Kerias. Aelfric turned to look to the south and his heart sank. Smoke was already curling over the horizon.
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Erik looked back from where he stood lookout! "The river twists and turns. I can see it sparkling in the distance! There is a huge curve ahead that will waste us good time"
Torfi nodded "Pull in here, we can cut some logs!"
Grimjer sneered in disgust. "Not the fish oil AGAIN!" He had drawn the unlucky straw and had to sit on the fish oil box instead of the usual box of personal things. This also meant he would have to ladle it out onto the logs so they could haul the boat over it!
Torfi nodded, he knew Grimjer well. One more complaint and they would be one man down!
"Aye, the fish oil! We have yet to use it! Out, you all know your work!" He watched them acutely. He had done his watch of tree felling for rolling the ship across land. Now it was others work and he would see they did it well. 
After night had fallen they had enough long logs and they were heaped ready for just before the next dawn when they would under cut the long curved river.
 
Dawn was overcast but Torfi put away the slither of Iolite and smiled a smile that did not reach his eyes. "Move on!" Some ran ahead of the ship and placed the rollers, these were the younger men with good judge of movement. Grimjer was ladling fish oil with disgust. Ropes tied to the figure head and tail end kept the boat steady, held by no more than one man per rope. Gradually, to gentle chanting of song, the ship rose out of the river and up onto the land her loose sail flapping gently, begining the slow movement across the boggy land. Erik and a young lad Torfi had not even yet shouted at, ran back, retrieving and relaying the logs. He still marvelled at the sight, even though he had seen it done many times before. Aye, they would be welcome to a good break fast once they were further along the river. That forest edge looked good enough. Just enough cover and just enough space to move off if attacked. He realised his own stomach was rumbling.
Grimjer  passed by, grumbling "Stench of the fish oil, no doubting!"
There was a swish like air being riven. Grimjer fell to the ground, clutching at this throat. 
"Them as can not task willingly upon this boat shall face the same fate!"
None commented though a few were grateful. Torfi had to show his power and Grimjer had had it coming. Better now than in the middle of battle! They hauled, tugged and ran back by turns. Each man deserving his break fast.
Yppr barked encouragement until he caught the eye of Torfi. He whined hopefully and on geting nothing but a hard stare, raised his leg against the cooling body of the dead man!
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Smoke rose across the eastern skies, and the beacons that had been built to warn of invaders had begun burning all along the wall's route and into the lands that held more defenders.  Culfryc and his company of warriors were already marching eastward when the beacons began to burn brightly, and though he wondered what foe it was they raced to meet now, the men only sang eager songs of battle and glorious death.  The company's morale was still very high, for they marched to help their neighbors defend against what invaders would come from the sea upon dragon prow ships.  Each man knew what they faced, but they knew the reward for turning back the tides would be great, from their own lord as well as the looting of the dead they would surely do after battle was done.

How long it would be before battle was joined by them, not even Culfryc knew, but he suspected they wouldn't have to march to the sea to find an enemy to fight with.  The burning upon the horizon spoke of invaders coming all along the coast, it was a matter more of which party of the enemy do they cross with first.
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"See the walls?" asked Erik, pointing ahead and knowing full well Torfi would have seen it
and kept his counsel. Torfi did not panic.
"Aye, I see them!" Torfi glanced behind him. There were the tops of sails coming down the
river behind them. Bigger boats, faster boats, more men. His gaze returned to the walls. "Soon we get ashore!" The men cheered. "Enough! They can see us clearly now. Keep her out in the mid-stream, Larsson! We look for a convenient landing place. As soon as we see Syggyns, 'Boars head' sail come near, we go ashore! Then what you win is yours!" This raised another cheer.
 
One by one the twelve boats, of all sizes, edged round the bend in the river. There was Culli's, fat bottomed, war boat with the huge sail containing a thick bolt of lightening! Culli was a bloated fool, like his boat, but an excellent warrior. Torfi grudgingly allowed the fellow warrior that honour. How they had dragged that boat across that soft ground could only be guessed at. Lucky for them that they would have had the logs made by his men.
He gave a swift sneer. Better a small boat and a few men than a large boat - unless you
were raiding at sea. When he had spotted the convenient landing site he blew on the horn fashioned from a steers horn that his father had groomed for that very purpose. Horns echoed back and the boats headed closer together. Then Torfi yelled "Thor is all powerful! I am Thor!" and he and his men leapt into the shallows. Behind him, splashes told where the other warriors were ganging to join in the raid. 
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The fires of places put to the torch already showed across the eastern skies as the army of the lake land marched east to meet with the oncoming enemy.  It was disheartening to see but the men were more determined to stop the advancing raiders out here well beyond their lands and turn back a tide that would consume all that it could touch.  The raiders never did leave things unturned or unburned where they landed, and much silver had been carried off from the island in it's day, however the men marching meant to give battle before it became their silver lost.  Most of the procession was mounted, and those that were not were bowmen and used to long journeys tracking food for the hunt at home. 

They rode proud, girt in steel at hip and the mounted men clad in steel hauberks of chain for they had proved their worths and taken much from other raiders in the past.  No armor made a man invincible though, and these men were far from full of themselves but trusted to their training and their commander, Culfryc.  He had been responsible for most of them coming into the profession and the wealth they enjoyed despite the short lifespan of most warriors these men enjoyed prosperity and marched to protect it.

"Captain!" came a tired call of a scout returning worn for the riding,"Captain, they've twelve boats coming up the river and making ready to lay waste to a town!"
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The boats waited off, within waist deep water, thier shallow hulls floating higher now that they were lighter, one man per boat, ready to defend the craft if needs be.
Torfi ground his heel into the grass. "This is ours for the taking!"
"There are horsemen!" Stated Eric, flatly for the chances of getting the horses would be slim for, amongst Torfi's men were beserkers. Men who would kill everything in thier path, humans and animals alike.
Torfi laughed, "When has that ever been our problem? Any good horses are yours. The larger boat will carry them! ATTACK! THOR Is Great. I am Thor!" and he made for the gates.
His men were immediate in thier following, already thinking of the plunder and the slaves. Now was not the time to be thinking how the women were doing running the wealth or farm in thier absence. Now was the time for bloodshed and the furthering of the Viking terror.
Arrows filled with flame hit the gates and they burned slowly, then faster and stronger as the pitch covered arrows caught the wood. The Vikings would appear through flames as if appearing from Muspelhiem. Flamed arrows shot overhead as they made thier way towards the gates. Already smoke was rising from over the walls. Thatch was alight and that, the Vikings knew, caused panic and confusion. Always a worthy ally, flame.
There was going to be more than blood shed this day!
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