Traveled North, to the mountains and snow
From Create Your Own Story
This band was the one that traveled North, up into the mountains. They are tired, but none seem mortally injured. The leader of this group, Olak, comes to you and reports what the group saw. "The North is cold like our homelands. Large hills filled with ore encompass the realm. As for the city, we saw one. It was a gloomy, damp, wooden one, near a river. The people inside are giants, tall and blue. Fiery locks of hair fall from their heads." You nod your head, and call the band for a meeting. You decide to make a speech. "Vikings, Brothers, Family... Olak tells me of a land of giants, mountains and folk alike. This must seem daunting to you, weak and brave all. However, mark my words, with the divine wrath of Odin, and martial power of Thor, we will take this land, burn it's idols, rape it's inhabitants, and steal it's coin...Are you with me?" The group blazes into an angry chant. Over the next couple of weeks, your group slowly heads to the northern city Olak described. It's a long journey, but once you arrive, you are glad you traveled. The city is a great stronghold, and the day is dry, making it a perfect day for razing. The citizens calmly farm and continue their daily activities, as your army is high on a hill. They have no idea what they are in for. Once you give the word, all of the warriors scream a hellish noise, and charge straight for the city. Some carry torches, others axes. The townsfolk, ginger-haired and pale, run towards the center of the city, where a barracks is located. Some, however, trip and fall prey to the vikings. You and your band raid a barn and steal the horses from it. You are now mounted, and charging, fast, towards the city folk. You manage to slash down a few, but an obstacle beams over you, straight ahead in the road. It is an army of tall, brutish, shirtless men, painted blue with some substance, armed with pointy sticks, or simply their fists. You can see that they are led by a warrior-queen of some sorts, wearing a crown made of sticks. She has flowing orange hair, and is dressed in brown leather armor. The army of men seem to be rallying for an attack, so you ride back to your warriors. You instruct them to charge to army, and they all start running full-speed ahead. Men are lit on fire, decapitated, disemboweled, and scalped. Slowly, but surely, your army of vikings defeats the army of painted-men. However, the warrior-queen is still alive. You kick your horse, and it bolts towards her. You manage to knock her off of her horse, and you dismount. You pull your axe to her neck. Next you;
| You are: | A Male Viking |
