The longships landed.
Chaos ensued.
The vikings have started the raid of Lindisfarne.
Ivar hopped off the ship, and splashed down on the water. He threw his helmet on, and started wading through the water to the beach. He looked around. His commander, Birgir, was already far into the island.
He could hear the distant clash of steel and the cries of the monks as they scattered in fear. Ivar tightened his grip on his axe, his heart pounding with a mix of adrenaline and anticipation. The scent of saltwater and the faint whiff of smoke from the burning buildings reached his nostrils, fueling his resolve.
As Ivar reached the shore, he noticed a small group of monks attempting to flee towards the abbey. Without hesitation, he charged towards them, his axe raised high. The monks, unarmed and terrified, were no match for the seasoned warrior. Ivar's movements were swift and precise, each swing of his axe cutting through the air with deadly accuracy.
He glanced around, ensuring no enemies were left standing in his immediate vicinity, then turned his attention to the abbey itself. The large wooden doors were already splintered from Birgir's assault. Ivar knew the true prize lay within: gold, silver, and other treasures that the monks had hoarded over the years.
With a battle cry, Ivar surged forward, joining his comrades in the pillage. The interior of the abbey was a scene of utter chaos. Warriors ransacked the place, overturning furniture and ripping tapestries from the walls. Monks cowered in corners, praying desperately for mercy.
Ivar's eyes locked onto a large, ornate chest in the corner of the room. He strode towards it, kicking aside a fallen candelabrum. He heaved the chest open, revealing an array of glittering treasures. His breath caught for a moment, but he quickly began filling his pouch with as much as he could carry.
Birgir appeared at his side, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "Good haul today, Ivar," he said, clapping him on the shoulder. "The gods smile upon us."
Ivar nodded, a fierce grin spreading across his face. "Aye, and this is only the beginning. Lindisfarne will remember this day for generations to come."
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Northern Passion
Fiksi SejarahA Viking warrior's heart is captured by the woman he should be defeating, a lady of the Anglo-Saxons. As he lays eyes on her, his blood burns as his heart races, feeling an emotion never before known to him. As the two are brought together in unexpe...
