Dragons, Humans, Gladiators, & Freedom

Chapter 10

Ships from all over the world came to magnificent Island of Fógnuðr. The large island was filled with, shops, games, and all kinds of things to entertain its guests. There are a lot of places for people to gamble away their money. There were taverns for food and drinks until they got drunk. There were even luxurious places for nobles to stay. But in the center of it all, was the large, beautiful, white stone Fighting Arena that even brought the Roman Coliseum to shame.

Everyone was excited to see the new island. It had just opened up after fiver years of being built. Before the only people who were allowed on the island were the workers, who had finished and left, and the Warlords' lackeys. Everyone was curious when they saw large ships just a few days ago going to the island. The rumor was that the entertainment part of the island was on those ships. Something about the dragons and fighters had to be brought there early for preparation. It was odd but made people all the more curious and excited.

That's why; the only people on the island were by invitation only. Something that was similar to a premiere. Everyone was filled with excitement for getting a change to see the fights.

There was one main group that seemed to stand out from the other people. Their ships were docked along the harbor with a unique design to them. They had a dragon like head decoration on the front of their ships. The sail had a very unique design on them. It was a spiked dragon that shot lighting from its mouth on it.

These ships belong to the terrible Viking tribe known as the Berserkers. Head leader was a young man no older than twenty called Dagur the Deranged. He had short scurffy hair and had a blue scar like tattoo across his left eye. His red short beard juts as scraggily. He looked more like a deranged pirate.

And deranged he was. Not only did he kill his father to be head chief, he would also decapitate and killed his enemy without remorse. He cackled and laughed at his enemies demise. Even some say that his mind it not in the right.

The reason such as demented man was even allowed to attend the island was for a certain privilege he had. The Beserkers were kind of Drago Bludvist secret army that he would deploy to take out anyone who apposed him. That's why Dagur and his Berserkers army had lots of lee-way. They could kill and pirate any island his choosing. Even cause some hel in some regions.

Next to the scruffy red hair boy was Savage. He used to be Alvin's right hand man, but had felt that his old leader had lost his taste for blood. When Dagur became leader of the Berserk tribe, he had come to Outcast Island with a proposition. Join him and be the wealthiest and fear Viking in the entire archipelago or become like the rest of the flock and withier and die. After that, how could Savage refuse.

Dagur and Savage were chatting away as they soldiers unloaded the boats. It did not take long for Dagur to get agitated by being forced to stand a wait for some guide to come and show them around.

Dagur's arms were crossed as he rapidly tapped his fingers on his upped arm. "Come on already. I'm so bored right now!"

"Patience sir" Savage tried to calm his boss down. "I'm sure they'll be here any moment"

"They better be" Dagur was a little angry about the wait.

They then heard the sound of yelling and shouting from the dock over. They turned to see large long boats that could belong to none than the Romans. Both Vikings knew those ships well. From when those Romans had tried to dominate the North a long time ago. Luckily for them the Warlords had put a halt to their plans.

The Romans must have sent their best representative, Concus. He was the leader of a small army, but was also, just recently placed on the council in Rome. Romans called him a war hero, most called him an ego maniac. He was head over heels with some rich man's daughter. They say he would do anything to marry her. He even brought her and some other nobles and servants with him to make him look good.