To Bleed for Ancient Gods

Sacrifice: Prologue

There he stood on the shore, the cold waves of the Baltic crashed onto the white sands of the beach. A man with long red hair, all braided and knotted up with his beard which glowed like fire, accompanied by his rough features and emerald green eyes. He looked out over the sea, the early morning light shown down from the heavens, the early spring warmth touched his skin as both his hair and cloak blew in the harsh north wind. His cloak was finely made, blue, embroidered in gold runes, his tunic was red, and made of quality flax, under that was a coat of sturdy long sleeved mail which was belted tightly with his tunic and his light blue trousers, which tucked neatly into his leather boots. At his side hung a sword hammered of the finest steel, with a golden handle and hilt, which was wrapped in fine cloth for grip. By his foot was a sturdy, red oak shield which bore a blue Suncross of Odin, on top of it a steel helmet which had a long nose guard, as well as eye guards. He knelt after some time, then slowly he drew his sword, looking at it's blade shine in the sunlight, seeing the runic swastika which sat engraved in the center of the hand guard, a smile slowly appeared on his face as he looked up high, holding his left hand out he slowly placed the blade over his wrist, dragging it across the length of his wrist, spilling his blood. He did not cringe from the pain, instead turning his wrist over, letting the blood pour out onto the soil of his homeland. "Allfather" he said softly, almost in a whisper, his accent thick in the tongue of the Norsemen, "Guide our ships, give us fair winds, lead us to riches, glory, and fame." He paused for a moment, then said "And if you should grant us a glory death in battle, send your Valkyries for us and take us to hall up high." With that he stood, wrapping his wrist in a cloth bandage, "Hail Oden!" he shouted, loudly, echoing out across the waves, and answering his call with a clamor of swords and axes against shield were a hundred Norsemen, "Hail Oden!" they shouted in unison, raising their axes, spears and swords to the sky with shouts and more hails to the Allfather. It was now, they made for the dragon ships.