Tóra's eyes gazed at a strange sight rising into the sky.
A flaming aroma filled the sky.
"Gutes." Jordanes muttered.
"What is it?" Briseida demanded.
"A tribe. The Gutes. Do not fear them. They are Hirten." Áki replied.
"What are Hirten?" Mottull asked.
"They tend to animals." Ila laughed.
They neared the sight. It was a pyre. One had been taken to Valhalla.
"Wer bist du?!" a voice called out. A ghost of a man approached them.
"Wir sind der Manimi. Sie sind des Nordens. Sie keinen Schaden." Jordanes said.
"Welcome. I am Alfgar, chief of the Gutes." The man said.
"I am Jordanes. Thank you for your hospitality."
"What has happened?" Tóra questioned the man.
"My kinsman was slaughtered by the Arochi abschaum. A boy who's only crime was hearing his flock on land they consider their land." Alfgar spit.
"They have abducted my people, my father and grandfather with them. My mother and I have come to rescue them." Tóra spoke. The man stared at her skeptically.
"My daughter and I are Shield Maidens, women who fight alongside our men. We fight like any man can, we tend to be underestimated because of our femininity. But beware, for we have the Gods on our side." Briseida responded.
"So rare to my people, a rare endowment the Gods have laid upon you." Alfgar grinned.
"We will avenge your son." Jordanes responded.
"Muss ich ihre verspreche?" the man questioned.
"Ja, ich verspreche."
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The Abduction of the Northmen
SonstigesTóra 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...
