The sky was gloaming as the sallow faces prepared the ship.
Jordanes waited on the boat, digesting all of the land he saw, wanting to remember the only beauty of the land.
He saw as Tóra and another youth embrace each other before she broke the embrace and boarded the vessel.
Mottull and Briseida glided towards the ship.
"Halt!" a silvery voice yelped. The two turned to see the ancient woman trailing behind.
"Modir, what are you doing?" Briseida grasped her mother's tired hands.
"My daughter, I am a sorceress. I believe I may be of some assistance on this expedition." Helga responded.
Briseida sighed, only to peck her mother on the head.
"Come, powerful sorceress." Briseida grinned. Helga cackled and scampered onto the ship.
Mottull and Jordanes rowed the boat to create motion.
"Boy! The sail!" Mottull hollered. Jordanes ran to the braiding, and hauled it lower.
Cloud like figures arose from the ship. Jordanes stared in awe.
They were moving. They were sailing.
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The Abduction of the Northmen
RandomTóra is a bewitching young Shield-Maiden who's father and grandfather are on a voyage to Germania. When the men of Tóra's village return, they have with them the handsome captive Jordanes, but many of the warriors are missing, including her father a...
