Ingrid stood firm and tall and brave as Ivar the boneless stepped forward to investigate her.
" she doesn't look half-bad brother. I think she will be a great resource!" Proclaimed Ivar. "i think so too. we shall have to prepare for the upcoming battle." Replied Ubba.
"what battle?" asked Ingrid. "we are planning to invade Blackstone bastion. its up the hill that way but those Anglo-Saxons are guarding it to the best of their efforts. Our men won't even make it through the gate let alone capture the fortress." Complained Ivar.
everyone took a deep sigh until....Bjorn had a suggestion which we all knew he would suggest when he smacked his fist on the wooden table causing Ubba's mead cup to splash on the ground.
"splosh"!
"what if we bribed someone on the inside? that would work much better as compared to bombarding the fortress straight one....wouldn't that work?" said Bjorn.
Everyone in the room dropped their things out of their hands and fell down with a sense of ecstasy and gratitude that such a plan had been conceived.
In the following days, the ragnarssons enacted the Viking training program intended to strengthen entire heathen army.
the race continous!
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rebirth of the old
FantasíaValhalla is every Viking's dream. Especially, for Ingrid, who fought hard to enter Valhalla and died with honor. But her entrance into Valhalla brought more discomfort than happiness. Who could not resist the temptation to indulge and enjoy endles...
