You make way for Kattegat to fight alongside the Sons of Ragnar as they plan to avenge their late father's death.
You are known amongst your people as a fierce warrior and great beauty. Having fought for your earldom since your father's death, you...
Sat with your shield maidens, your warriors at tables to your left. King Harald and his brother Halfdan to your right, you joked, drank and feasted for many hours. The brothers called the feast to not only celebrate their great victory and the death of King Ecgbergt but the legal right to the lands of East Anglia being signed over to your people. You watched Björn blow on the battle horn and stand to address the crowd. Sigurd, who had been playing the lute, stopped and climbed onto the raised platform where his brothers were sat around a large oak table. The crowd grew silent and waited for Björn to address them.
"Friends...no one will ever be able to doubt what we have achieved..." he spoke loudly, cup in hand, spilling it across the table. Evidently rather drunk. He spoke for a time about the battles you had won and his plans to travel to the Medetarianian. "Skol!" he drew his speach to an end. Cheering emanating from around you as you raised your cup in response.
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As you drank from your cup, you heard Ivar start to speak. Of how he had no intention on settling down to plow. But rather, how he wanted to use the Great Army to attack more kingdoms in England. A grin spread across your face, you agreed. Surely with such a large force already in England, now would be the best time to gain as much land as possible and settle for nothing less. You caught his eye as he looked among the crowd. Smiling up at him and raising your cup in agreement. Your warriors and maidens following you in this, cheering violently. Ivar smirks down at you. As if your approval was all he sought. You watch him turn back to speak to his brothers. Ubbe and he begin to argue. No doubt about Ivar leading the Great Army, you despised the fact that his brothers could not see how great his mind was. Without it in the Battle for Wessex, perhaps the victory would have no come so swiftly.
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Ivar speaks out to the crowd once more after a short while. "Who among you will follow me? Who will follow me into battle? For the love of FAME AND FOR THE LOVE OF ODIN OUR ALL FATHER?" roaring to the crowd. You stand, along with many others, and cheer. Your maidens raising their axes towards Ivar. You can faintly hear Sigurd ask his brother something, leaning across the table.
"Frankly dear Sigurd, I don't care what you say. The truth is...I wouldn't piss down your throat even if your lungs were on fire." Ivar jokes. Staring at his brother from across the table. You gasp. No doubt this would not end well and with so many people watching. You stay standing as the others sit around you. A wave of nerves rushes over you... 'Something isn't right' you think to yourself.
