Log Horizon: Warborn

The Calm before the Storm

After the Raider named Fragnir (pronounced: F-rah-gner)and his warborn defeated Ragnar, they took back the shipyard and built a great fleet for The Great Raid of the Chosen's land. On the night before they set sail Fragnir made his way to a cluster of tents housing the Clan of the Wind Boar. The Wind Boar Clan is an ancient clan located in the high mountains of Valkeinheim they are known for their endurance and strength on the battlefield as well as their loyalty and passion for their people and clan. They were also one of the only places that withstood Ragnar's attacks thus becoming a safe haven to survivors, when asked if they would help defeat Ragnar and later asked to join in the Great Raid they agreed. He caught a glimpse of their banner, a Chevron decorated banner colored Grey and Ice blue with a dark red boar's head painted on it. Fragnir entered their main tent where they have their meals and saw the clan's chieftain a Warlord named Bheorn standing at the head of a large table laden with food and the men and women of The Wind Boars seated around it all waiting for Bheorn to say a few words.

-Bheorn's POV-

I saw Fragnir enter and signaled for someone to hand him a flagon of mead before I spoke. After he was handed a flagon I looked over the remains of my people that I gathered for this raid, we where always a small clan and after we gathered our strength to join Fragnir on The Raid I realized how small we were. We are only 400 strong now I looked down at the mead in my Flagon and sighed. "We will not be coming back to Valkeinheim, we will perish on the shores and land of those raw fish eater's I must ensure those that survive are led by a good Leader." I looked up and scanned over my people til my gaze rested upon Fragnir for an instant then I cleared my throat to speak. 

-Fragnir's POV-

As I was given a flagon of mead by a young lass garbed in chainmail and leather armor with a short sword on her hip then I heard Bheorn clear his throat.

"Wind Boars we are here to celebrate our chance to partake in a phenomenon that hasn't occurred for many winters.....A RAID!!!!" he stopped talking to let his people roar and cheer then continued after quieting them down. "I look out now and see brothers and sisters, Clansmen ready to make our ancestors proud upon the battlefield as TRUE WARBORN!!!" another round of cheers "I am honored to lead all of you to glorious riches and look forward to seeing you all in the mead halls of VALHALLA, FOR OUR PEOPLE AND VALEINHEIM!!!" The people of The Clan Wind Boars raised their flagon's and shouted in a mighty yet somber voice "FOR VALKEINHEIM!!!" and proceeded to drain their flagon's before Bheorn continued "I will not lie to any of you I believe that this will be my last actual raid." the room grew quiet as everyone including myself looked at the aged Warlord as he looked on trying to remain strong. "We are a small clan, strong and stubborn but still small so I Bheorn son of Brock the Steadfast am honored to name Fragnir as your new Chief." there was an uproar that Bheorn quieted with him slaming his fist on the table causing it to crack. "I WILL NOT ARGUE THIS, He is strong, stronger then even me and he leads all those under him like a true Leader, I know I went against the Clan's rules of choosing an heir but what if he/she dies in Battle as well"..silence.."The Wind Boars need a leader that is sure to survive and I believe that Fragnir is blessed by the Gods and it's for this fact that I choose him to lead if I fall and if I miraculously survive then I will resume my place as Chief...This is to ensure if I die all of you will be taken cared of...." Bheorn looked down near to tears when a Wind Boar Berserker stood and proclaimed "Chief Bheorn in life I followed you and I will in death as well TO THE DEATH!!" Bheorn looked up as others in the crowd started to chant as well til he raised a hand silencing them all "Forgive a soft old man in his moment of weakness I am Honored to be your chief and I thank you all for your love and dedication to me in our final hours LET US FEAST!!!" As crowd cheered and dug into the food and drink and the children played their games of tag I just stood there in shock staring at Bheorn who met my questioning gaze and indicated for me to follow him as he exited the tent.

-Regular POV-

Bheorn stood on a cliff near the tent overlooking the water as Fragnir joined him at his side. "Not at all like I wanted it to go." he said with slight humor "Why? Bheorn why would you say such things." Fragnir asked as Bheorn removed his helmet to reveal a head of graying red hair put in a braid as he addressed the younger Warborn Raider "I am 55 winter's old my young friend not as Old as Gudmundr rest him but old, I have no heir cause she perished in Ragnar's attacks and I wanted to ensure that the survivors of my clan had a worthy leader....that's you Fragnir cause you are a worthy leader look at what you did, you united the clans under one banner a great feat for a worthy warrior." Bheorn put a hand on Fragnir's shoulder and looked into his eyes's "Promise me Fragnir, promise me that you will take care of my people if I should fall." "...I promise" Bheorn dropped his hand and extended it toward's Fragnir who took it in a forearm clasp "Thank you Fragnir you've eased an old Chief's worry..now come let us eat and be merry tonight." They entered the tent to join in the festivities before they stormed the shores of the Myre like their ancestors of old, It was the Calm before the Storm.