Forner, foreigner, and he likes to study animals.
Currently shipwrecked on an unknown planet, swimming from a dragon.
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Huernn Blorb
Studier of animals, distributer of forn.
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Empyrean Sea Beach
a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by lostamongtrees
Description
So begins...
Huernn Blorb's Story
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The cargo shuttle prepared it's warp engines for the jump to Sol. It was blasting in from who knew where, carrying a bounty of crisp purple vegetables named forn. At the moment, the pilots were arguing over which planet had the best music. It was a tough call, the engines whirred.
.......Putting me in overdrive, speed of light I'm so alive.......
The pilots were cruising, waiting for the corresponding jump point in The Orion Spur to be located. While they waited, they continued their back and forth banter.
"I'm telling you. Earth had the best music," wearbled one while the other skeptically spooned mushed forn into his toothless mouth.
..........Zoom, zoom, zoom......... Zoom, zoom, zoom..........
"See Huernn, I don't know. I just don't see the emotional impact in this type of music," The other shook her head after gulping down the mushy forn. Finally, the warp indicator blinked violet. The food was stored, and the two creatures buckled in.
___________________3_2_1_*
With a wrenching jolt of space and time, they blinked from one part of the Space to another. It would appear they weren't the only ones here, either.
This was most certainly not expected. The creature named Huernn tapped at the moisture sensitive pane console before it, sliding at the image of 'outside' that had appeared.
"What are those?" Huernn asked aloud, throwing the pane toward his counterpart. She caught it and stared, tapping her fingers over the surface to investigate. Neither of them was paying much attention to the music anymore, but were much more focused on the logo'd ships that floated in Sol. Their own cargo had a simple pink circle on it, indicating that it was peaceful.
.......Putting me in overdrive, speed of light I'm so alive.......
The pilots were cruising, waiting for the corresponding jump point in The Orion Spur to be located. While they waited, they continued their back and forth banter.
"I'm telling you. Earth had the best music," wearbled one while the other skeptically spooned mushed forn into his toothless mouth.
..........Zoom, zoom, zoom......... Zoom, zoom, zoom..........
"See Huernn, I don't know. I just don't see the emotional impact in this type of music," The other shook her head after gulping down the mushy forn. Finally, the warp indicator blinked violet. The food was stored, and the two creatures buckled in.
___________________3_2_1_*
With a wrenching jolt of space and time, they blinked from one part of the Space to another. It would appear they weren't the only ones here, either.
This was most certainly not expected. The creature named Huernn tapped at the moisture sensitive pane console before it, sliding at the image of 'outside' that had appeared.
"What are those?" Huernn asked aloud, throwing the pane toward his counterpart. She caught it and stared, tapping her fingers over the surface to investigate. Neither of them was paying much attention to the music anymore, but were much more focused on the logo'd ships that floated in Sol. Their own cargo had a simple pink circle on it, indicating that it was peaceful.
A large cargo transporter sporting a pink circle skimmed the atmosphere of Gaia. It pulsed for just a moment with the faint sound of a song from a far away planet. Then, every light, and every bit of technology on the ship stopped working. Completely.
What? The two creatures in the bridge of the vessel looked to each other in confusion. Suddenly, they felt it. The gravitational shift. In the darkness of the bridge, the two creatures looked to the glow that was Gaia. What was this planet? They had never been here before, and slammed the console realizing why. It was cursed, or something!
The ship was crashing, and fast. Why? The crew of the ship went wild, the cargo none the wiser. Vegetables tended not to care about impending doom.
What? The two creatures in the bridge of the vessel looked to each other in confusion. Suddenly, they felt it. The gravitational shift. In the darkness of the bridge, the two creatures looked to the glow that was Gaia. What was this planet? They had never been here before, and slammed the console realizing why. It was cursed, or something!
The ship was crashing, and fast. Why? The crew of the ship went wild, the cargo none the wiser. Vegetables tended not to care about impending doom.
The setting changes from gaia to Empyrean High Seas
The shuttle splashed, making a spectacular display. Only three crew members survived, gasping to the surface as the craft sunk. Thankfully they were buoyant, due to the nature of the species. Still they thrashed in the water.
There went the hull, down into the emerald depths. One of the survivors cried as a gelatinous limb floated by, another shrieked as it was brushed by a fish of some sort. The three saw nothing as they were overtaken by a wave, one conked by a bit of debris. They still had much of their gear, but what use was it in the ocean? On the waves they lulled, towards a land mass growing larger in the distance.
There went the hull, down into the emerald depths. One of the survivors cried as a gelatinous limb floated by, another shrieked as it was brushed by a fish of some sort. The three saw nothing as they were overtaken by a wave, one conked by a bit of debris. They still had much of their gear, but what use was it in the ocean? On the waves they lulled, towards a land mass growing larger in the distance.
Flying over the sea, the green creature saw something he had never seen. It slipped from the surface down into the depths, out of sight and reach from even he. What was that thing? What was it even made of? How was it made? Surely it was not natural. Thousands of questions and memories and everything pulsed through the green creature's mind. He shrieked to the sky, looping out from a cloud and into another, disappearing from sight of the three blobs floating below.
Ships high seas "Attack!"crews "Fire!" His brain racked with an explosion, explosions, "Hold! Ready," Smaragdos looped down towards the sea, thrashing up again as- "Fire!" again the explosion racked his brain. Must escape, get away, Screams, shouts, creatures unlike him, with two legs, so many screams, flashes, bright lights, clouds black, the clouds are black, no rain... "Hold! Hoooooooooooooold"
"Wagrelat?" One gelatenous blob shouted to the other two. "Mairno!" Another shouted back. "Fuq! Huernn?" The first asked the third, who was silent for a moment. Above them thrashed, if their studies from other planets applied here, a draconic organism. It was a lizard, usually with wings... In his head the information rattled on, while above the dragon Smaragdos relived a scene from too long ago.
"Dragons," The one named Huernn pronounced carefully. "Flizar, riable..." He began to relay facts, as up ahead the dragon plunged through the cloud towards the sea again. Little did they know, the dragon had little control over his actions. A battle raged on in his ears and mind, flickering before his archaic eyes. In his head, the captain shouted, "Aim, you Fools! Ready!" must defend produce must get...
"Cunismar, abeyan prnou-FIRE!" As Huernn Blorb was coming upon his closing fact about the creature known so many places as Dragons, the dragon let loose a flamethrower of the sun. The trio screamed at the top of their lungs, pedaling to shore away from the rabid dragon as fast as their little jelly bodies would carry them. Smaragdos continued out to sea and out of sight, the fire nothing but smoke on the shouting wind.
Ships high seas "Attack!"crews "Fire!" His brain racked with an explosion, explosions, "Hold! Ready," Smaragdos looped down towards the sea, thrashing up again as- "Fire!" again the explosion racked his brain. Must escape, get away, Screams, shouts, creatures unlike him, with two legs, so many screams, flashes, bright lights, clouds black, the clouds are black, no rain... "Hold! Hoooooooooooooold"
"Wagrelat?" One gelatenous blob shouted to the other two. "Mairno!" Another shouted back. "Fuq! Huernn?" The first asked the third, who was silent for a moment. Above them thrashed, if their studies from other planets applied here, a draconic organism. It was a lizard, usually with wings... In his head the information rattled on, while above the dragon Smaragdos relived a scene from too long ago.
"Dragons," The one named Huernn pronounced carefully. "Flizar, riable..." He began to relay facts, as up ahead the dragon plunged through the cloud towards the sea again. Little did they know, the dragon had little control over his actions. A battle raged on in his ears and mind, flickering before his archaic eyes. In his head, the captain shouted, "Aim, you Fools! Ready!" must defend produce must get...
"Cunismar, abeyan prnou-FIRE!" As Huernn Blorb was coming upon his closing fact about the creature known so many places as Dragons, the dragon let loose a flamethrower of the sun. The trio screamed at the top of their lungs, pedaling to shore away from the rabid dragon as fast as their little jelly bodies would carry them. Smaragdos continued out to sea and out of sight, the fire nothing but smoke on the shouting wind.
The setting changes from empyrean-high-seas to Empyrean Sea Beach
The sky had raged, and the sea boiled, as the cataclysmic maelstrom stretched across the horizon. Tornadoes dotted the sea, stretching from the thrashing waves and into the hurricane like massive fingers. Lightning danced among them, bouncing between heaven and ocean. Then, just as quickly as the storm appeared, it fell inward as if it was sucked down a massive drain. It collapsed into a horizontal cyclone that snaked across the sky like a gargantuan serpent.
A dot floated in the sky at one end of the strange maelstrom. It hung there for a moment, suspended by unseen forces, and there was a flash of light.
Boom.
A dull roar drifted through the air as the serpentine storm structure shot across the sky towards Siv’en and the Exalted Mountains. It drew closer. The heavens roared with a fury unseen in countless generations as the speck, now revealed to be a floating mountain, screamed through the air like a meteor.
RRRRRBOOOM!
A blink. A single moment. The mountainous projectile passed overhead, leaving a shockwave that flattened the tide and disintegrated and clouds in its path for miles. Mighty gales cast off from the stormy contrail crushed trees and rolled boulders as it passed.
Then it was gone, leaving untold destruction and collateral damage in its wake.
A dot floated in the sky at one end of the strange maelstrom. It hung there for a moment, suspended by unseen forces, and there was a flash of light.
Boom.
A dull roar drifted through the air as the serpentine storm structure shot across the sky towards Siv’en and the Exalted Mountains. It drew closer. The heavens roared with a fury unseen in countless generations as the speck, now revealed to be a floating mountain, screamed through the air like a meteor.
RRRRRBOOOM!
A blink. A single moment. The mountainous projectile passed overhead, leaving a shockwave that flattened the tide and disintegrated and clouds in its path for miles. Mighty gales cast off from the stormy contrail crushed trees and rolled boulders as it passed.
Then it was gone, leaving untold destruction and collateral damage in its wake.
The following weeks were uneventful for the Empyrean Norse Kingdom as the good King Halfdan the Great made arrangements for Prince Logan Haakonsson and his Alfarian mercenaries to join their ranks. The Norsemen were now 1500+1 strong at the Empyrean Sea Beach settlement, with an additional 500 elvish knights to support them. These Elves were unlike anything the Empyrean Norsemen had ever seen before, with their new pirate-like galleon fitted with 300 cannons designed for naval warfare and seiges from coastal waters. Unlike the Norsemen who were mostly just farmers, fishermen, hunters, gardeners, beekeepers, traders, merchants, craftsmen and blacksmiths with civilian occupations, the Sea Elves, or Dryads, were professional warriors. Swift, strong, and clever, these Sjóálfar were not only good at fighting in the Empyrean High Seas, but were just as skillful on land, in the hills and forests surrounding the Norse countryside, as infantry or mounted warriors.
Each and every one of them had two curved swords, one long and one short, an even smaller curved dagger, a spear, and a quiver with silver bows and magical elfshot arrows. They were equally skilled in fencing, archery, and mounted warfare, and their bright shining magical silver armour was light-weight but extremely durable, resistant to rust, heat or frost, while their coordination and formation tactics were beyond description, for despite their numbers, these Sjóálfar could move in sync with perfect timing like a single unit. This was true for their oarsmen, their archers, their infantry, and even their armored horses who pranced proudly before King Halfdan, each step in complete unison as they trodded and paraded before their Norse companions, showing off with brightly colored peacock feathers and horned visors resembling silver unicorn skulls.
Their cannons too were also magical, relying not on ordinary wicks and gunpowder, but rather on the whims of faery dust, and arcane fire which ignited like blueish white ghost flames, capable of harming both physical beings and spiritual beings alike. Although the Norsemen could see the tiny winged creatures who accompanied the Elves, the good King Halfdan Svensson was not aware yet of their strength in numbers, for the faeries or faefolk, akin to the Dryads and Elves they served, would prove to be an important asset to the Norseman's kingdom. These tiny little faes, just like their elvish cousins, were skilled in a variety of things from tinkering, pollinating, lockpicking, swarming and subtle assassination, to mounted warfare on the backs of dragonflies and rhinoceros beetles. But they too, like the Empyrean Norsemen, were much more concerned with farming and cultivating the surrounding environment, something which the Empyrean Norsemen were extremely fond of, and they would often treat these little ones as no different from their own kinfolk.
All was well in the Empyrean Norse Kingdom, until one fateful day when a lonesome faery came buzzing through the countryside at great haste, whispering something into the ear of one of the elves, who relayed the message to the great prince in his native elvish tongue. Prince Logan Haakonsson, in turn, informed King Halfdan the Great that an army was forming across the high seas, one which threatened the broken establishment at Iskjerne Bay, and which could potentially pose a threat to his own kingdom. King Halfdan Svensson nodded quietly, but made little effort to respond. Both of his jarls, Engrel Korrisson and Fudørn Auricsson volunteered to take their own leidangs across the sea to meet them. Instead, he summoned two of his best Norsemen to go investigate the situation. The first was Rufus the Red, the king's champion. The second was a karl named Thorvald "Bloodyfist" Asvaldsson, a Norwegian outlaw and murderer known throughout the land for killing people with his bare hands.
"But your Grace, this man is a criminal, and an exile. He can not be trusted," the jarl Engrel Korrisson explained. But the konung simply waved the matter aside with a flick of the wrist.
"He has done no wrong in my kingdom, and therefore he is not a criminal. Besides, I have not heard any word back from Jarl Goffre, and I will not sacrifice another one of my most trusted councilmen. I need you both here my friends, you understand." Jarl Engrel and Jarl Fudørn both nodded at King Halfdan's plight.
"As for you, Prince Logan, the king thanks you for your council. You are no doubt a loyal advisor to your majesty. I wish you were my own son, to be honest, and without children of my own, I hereby declare you the king's heir. Should something happen to me, or my jarls here, then you must ensure that our lineage continues. Do you understand me boy?" King Halfdan explained before asking.
"Yes, your Greatness, I understand" Prince Logan nodded. "Good," King Halfdan said before ordaining Prince Logan before the court. Prince Logan would take a knee before the king's throne and kiss his ring finger. The king's ring itself had been passed down for several generations, from King Halfdan's father's father's fathers, a ring that had once belonged to King Sigurd the Ringtaker himself, who had gifted it to the forefather of the Empyrean Norse Kingdom over 200 years ago. That same exact ring had once belonged to King Trygvir, a loyal vassal of Sigurd Hring's uncle Harald Wartooth during the Battle of the Brávellir many many years ago, from which King Halfdan and Prince Logan were both directly descended. The irony of this occasion seemed almost fated from the beginning, as King Halfdan removed the twin-headed serpent armband from Logan's upper arm, and placed on him the twin-raven armband of the Empyrean Norse Kingdom signifying that he was now one of them.
Each and every one of them had two curved swords, one long and one short, an even smaller curved dagger, a spear, and a quiver with silver bows and magical elfshot arrows. They were equally skilled in fencing, archery, and mounted warfare, and their bright shining magical silver armour was light-weight but extremely durable, resistant to rust, heat or frost, while their coordination and formation tactics were beyond description, for despite their numbers, these Sjóálfar could move in sync with perfect timing like a single unit. This was true for their oarsmen, their archers, their infantry, and even their armored horses who pranced proudly before King Halfdan, each step in complete unison as they trodded and paraded before their Norse companions, showing off with brightly colored peacock feathers and horned visors resembling silver unicorn skulls.
Their cannons too were also magical, relying not on ordinary wicks and gunpowder, but rather on the whims of faery dust, and arcane fire which ignited like blueish white ghost flames, capable of harming both physical beings and spiritual beings alike. Although the Norsemen could see the tiny winged creatures who accompanied the Elves, the good King Halfdan Svensson was not aware yet of their strength in numbers, for the faeries or faefolk, akin to the Dryads and Elves they served, would prove to be an important asset to the Norseman's kingdom. These tiny little faes, just like their elvish cousins, were skilled in a variety of things from tinkering, pollinating, lockpicking, swarming and subtle assassination, to mounted warfare on the backs of dragonflies and rhinoceros beetles. But they too, like the Empyrean Norsemen, were much more concerned with farming and cultivating the surrounding environment, something which the Empyrean Norsemen were extremely fond of, and they would often treat these little ones as no different from their own kinfolk.
All was well in the Empyrean Norse Kingdom, until one fateful day when a lonesome faery came buzzing through the countryside at great haste, whispering something into the ear of one of the elves, who relayed the message to the great prince in his native elvish tongue. Prince Logan Haakonsson, in turn, informed King Halfdan the Great that an army was forming across the high seas, one which threatened the broken establishment at Iskjerne Bay, and which could potentially pose a threat to his own kingdom. King Halfdan Svensson nodded quietly, but made little effort to respond. Both of his jarls, Engrel Korrisson and Fudørn Auricsson volunteered to take their own leidangs across the sea to meet them. Instead, he summoned two of his best Norsemen to go investigate the situation. The first was Rufus the Red, the king's champion. The second was a karl named Thorvald "Bloodyfist" Asvaldsson, a Norwegian outlaw and murderer known throughout the land for killing people with his bare hands.
"But your Grace, this man is a criminal, and an exile. He can not be trusted," the jarl Engrel Korrisson explained. But the konung simply waved the matter aside with a flick of the wrist.
"He has done no wrong in my kingdom, and therefore he is not a criminal. Besides, I have not heard any word back from Jarl Goffre, and I will not sacrifice another one of my most trusted councilmen. I need you both here my friends, you understand." Jarl Engrel and Jarl Fudørn both nodded at King Halfdan's plight.
"As for you, Prince Logan, the king thanks you for your council. You are no doubt a loyal advisor to your majesty. I wish you were my own son, to be honest, and without children of my own, I hereby declare you the king's heir. Should something happen to me, or my jarls here, then you must ensure that our lineage continues. Do you understand me boy?" King Halfdan explained before asking.
"Yes, your Greatness, I understand" Prince Logan nodded. "Good," King Halfdan said before ordaining Prince Logan before the court. Prince Logan would take a knee before the king's throne and kiss his ring finger. The king's ring itself had been passed down for several generations, from King Halfdan's father's father's fathers, a ring that had once belonged to King Sigurd the Ringtaker himself, who had gifted it to the forefather of the Empyrean Norse Kingdom over 200 years ago. That same exact ring had once belonged to King Trygvir, a loyal vassal of Sigurd Hring's uncle Harald Wartooth during the Battle of the Brávellir many many years ago, from which King Halfdan and Prince Logan were both directly descended. The irony of this occasion seemed almost fated from the beginning, as King Halfdan removed the twin-headed serpent armband from Logan's upper arm, and placed on him the twin-raven armband of the Empyrean Norse Kingdom signifying that he was now one of them.
One fateful day while combing the beach for Murex rock snails, a predatory sea snail which produces a purple inky substance known as imperial dye or royal purple, Snorri Jonasson the skald stumbled upon something interesting buried beneath the sands. As he hit the object with his walking stick, he heard a tinkering sound. There was something hard and metal hidden in the sand. He bent down and dug up what appeared to be a metal helmet. It was a warrior's helmet of some kind, of an almost Roman-like design, embroidered with thin linings of silver and gold. The front of the helmet featured the symbol of a bull in full body with horns and a tail. Despite a small dent on the side of the helmet, it appeared to be in remarkably pristine condition.
But there was more...
Nearby, he also found some curious looking metal pellets or small round lead balls which had also been scattered along the beach. But these were not fishing sinkers, for they had no holes or grooves in them for which to hook a line. Snorri Jonasson picked up a small handful of them, placing them into his hanging satchel along with the helmet he had found. But he was not prepared for what he would find next, for there in the sand, sticking out on the shore like an ancient lost relic, was a polymer advanced alloy pistol, the likes of which Snorri the Skald had never seen before. He would reach down and pull it out of the ground, brushing the sand off of it to examine it more closely. There was an inscription on the side of it which said M5, and Snorri knew right away that he had discovered a treasure that was simply not of the beach, or of Gaia, but had to have come from out of this world, from a people who had visited from the stars.
Snorri Jonasson suddenly forgot all about his snail combing expedition. He placed the gun in his pocket and quickly left the beach, going back to the ring fortress to inform King Halfdan of his discoveries. As he opened his satchel and placed the items on the table in the king's hall in front of him, King Halfdan and Prince Logan admired the shining helmet with fascination. It had not rusted over the last 250 years or so, but was still glimmering as if the gods themselves had crafted it. At first, King Halfdan even mistook it for one of the Sea Elf's own helmets, but after consulting the Sjóálfar, the young Prince Logan assured his adopted godfather King Halfdan that this was not one of their makings. It must have belonged to someone else who lived a long time ago.
"And you say you just found these items laying on the beach? All this time, in plain sight?" Fudørn Auricsson asked doubtedly.
"Ay my Lord, they were in the sand. Buried," the skald answered his jarl, who was sitting at the left hand of the king next to Rufus and Thorvald, opposite the prince.
"And what of these little balls here? What do you make of them? If they are not sinkers, then what are they?" inquired Rufus, the king's champion, as he fumbled with one of the tiny metal pellets before dropping it back on the table.
"I'm not sure..." the king answered. Everyone else fell silent for a moment, looking around the table at one another. Snorri then nodded quietly.
"There is something else," Snorri Jonasson said as he pulled the M5 pistol out of his pocket and slid it across the table. King Halfdan would glance at Snorri for a moment before picking up the small handgun and examining it.
"It has a trigger, like our crossbows, and a barrel... I think, whatever that is, it fired these" Snorri suggested, causing the others to nod quietly in deep contemplation. King Halfdan passed the M5 pistol around before picking up the helmet and examining it again. He studied the bull insignia more carefully, making a mental note of it in his mind. "Remarkable..." Halfdan whispered.
King Halfdan ordered the items to be set on display, high up on one of the shelves within the king's hall so that he could always gaze at them and wonder. He was about to send Thorvald Asvaldsson and Rufus the Bald on their quest to Iskjerne Bay, when just then, the doors swung open and two of the king's guards entered, holding a young man with a knapsack over his head by his arms who was fighting and struggling to get free. They were accompanied by the tavern keeper.
"Your Grace, sorry to disturb you, but we have a problem," one of the guards informed him. The king nodded to the guards, who nodded to the tavern keeper as he stepped forward.
"Your Grace, this young man here just killed one of my best customers during a game of hnefltafl and refused to pay for his drinks," the tavern keeper pleaded.
"He lies! I was cheated!" the young man yelled from under the bag over his head. "Silence you thief," one of the guards said while hitting the young man hard in the stomach with the butt end of his club. The masked criminal slumped over silently in pain, having the wind temporarily knocked out of him. King Halfdan rolled his eyes and looked over at the tavern keeper.
"How much does he owe you for the drinks?" King Halfdan asked calmly. "Sixty fennings your Grace," the tavern keeper answered humbly, removing his hat. The king nodded and with a snap of his fingers, Fudørn Auricsson would bring him a money chest. "I will double it for your troubles. One hundred and twenty fennings, and not a penda more," the king said as he counted out 120 pennies and placed them in a bag, tossing it to the tavern keeper, who caught it in his hat.
"Thank you so much your Grace, you truly are a great King," the tavern keeper said, bowing his head before turning and leaving. Everyone else's focus was now on the masked murderer before them as King Halfdan handed the treasure chest back to his jarl, scratching his chin.
"As for you boy, murder is a crime in my kingdom. Punishable by death. I could have you beheaded, and your lifeless body hanged on my display," King Halfdan said, ordering his guards to bring the criminal forward so that he could have a better look at the accused, and decide what to do with him.
"Do you understand the accusations against you?" King Halfdan piped up rhetorically with a bit of sternness and anger in his voice. "Do you deny that you killed one of your fellowmen?" he immediately followed through.
"... I do... And I don't..." the young man answered.
"Good, you will save me a trial then," the king said as he poured himself a glass of mead. "Guards, if you would do me the honor of please removing his mask so I can see his face... What is your name young man?" King Halfdan asked calmly.
The guards would remove the knapsack from over the young man's head, revealing a Norseman with long bright red hair and hazel green eyes. Everyone else in the king's hall would pause to gaze at the murderer before them. Thorvald Asvaldsson's eyes lit up with terror at what he was now witnessing, as Rufus the Bald turned to look at him, then back at the young man before him with a gaping jaw. The young man would shake the hair out of his face before gazing up at the king with remorseless hatred in his expression as he made eye contact.
"I am Erik, son of Thorvald Asvaldsson," he answered.
King Halfdan blinked, glancing beside himself to Thorvald before looking forward again at the admitted murderer directly before him. Thorvald Asvaldsson had widened eyes and a look of horror on his face. King Halfdan the Great was nearly speechless himself as he stared into Erik's eyes, before chuckling at the irony of it all while taking a swig from his glass of mead.
But there was more...
Nearby, he also found some curious looking metal pellets or small round lead balls which had also been scattered along the beach. But these were not fishing sinkers, for they had no holes or grooves in them for which to hook a line. Snorri Jonasson picked up a small handful of them, placing them into his hanging satchel along with the helmet he had found. But he was not prepared for what he would find next, for there in the sand, sticking out on the shore like an ancient lost relic, was a polymer advanced alloy pistol, the likes of which Snorri the Skald had never seen before. He would reach down and pull it out of the ground, brushing the sand off of it to examine it more closely. There was an inscription on the side of it which said M5, and Snorri knew right away that he had discovered a treasure that was simply not of the beach, or of Gaia, but had to have come from out of this world, from a people who had visited from the stars.
Snorri Jonasson suddenly forgot all about his snail combing expedition. He placed the gun in his pocket and quickly left the beach, going back to the ring fortress to inform King Halfdan of his discoveries. As he opened his satchel and placed the items on the table in the king's hall in front of him, King Halfdan and Prince Logan admired the shining helmet with fascination. It had not rusted over the last 250 years or so, but was still glimmering as if the gods themselves had crafted it. At first, King Halfdan even mistook it for one of the Sea Elf's own helmets, but after consulting the Sjóálfar, the young Prince Logan assured his adopted godfather King Halfdan that this was not one of their makings. It must have belonged to someone else who lived a long time ago.
"And you say you just found these items laying on the beach? All this time, in plain sight?" Fudørn Auricsson asked doubtedly.
"Ay my Lord, they were in the sand. Buried," the skald answered his jarl, who was sitting at the left hand of the king next to Rufus and Thorvald, opposite the prince.
"And what of these little balls here? What do you make of them? If they are not sinkers, then what are they?" inquired Rufus, the king's champion, as he fumbled with one of the tiny metal pellets before dropping it back on the table.
"I'm not sure..." the king answered. Everyone else fell silent for a moment, looking around the table at one another. Snorri then nodded quietly.
"There is something else," Snorri Jonasson said as he pulled the M5 pistol out of his pocket and slid it across the table. King Halfdan would glance at Snorri for a moment before picking up the small handgun and examining it.
"It has a trigger, like our crossbows, and a barrel... I think, whatever that is, it fired these" Snorri suggested, causing the others to nod quietly in deep contemplation. King Halfdan passed the M5 pistol around before picking up the helmet and examining it again. He studied the bull insignia more carefully, making a mental note of it in his mind. "Remarkable..." Halfdan whispered.
King Halfdan ordered the items to be set on display, high up on one of the shelves within the king's hall so that he could always gaze at them and wonder. He was about to send Thorvald Asvaldsson and Rufus the Bald on their quest to Iskjerne Bay, when just then, the doors swung open and two of the king's guards entered, holding a young man with a knapsack over his head by his arms who was fighting and struggling to get free. They were accompanied by the tavern keeper.
"Your Grace, sorry to disturb you, but we have a problem," one of the guards informed him. The king nodded to the guards, who nodded to the tavern keeper as he stepped forward.
"Your Grace, this young man here just killed one of my best customers during a game of hnefltafl and refused to pay for his drinks," the tavern keeper pleaded.
"He lies! I was cheated!" the young man yelled from under the bag over his head. "Silence you thief," one of the guards said while hitting the young man hard in the stomach with the butt end of his club. The masked criminal slumped over silently in pain, having the wind temporarily knocked out of him. King Halfdan rolled his eyes and looked over at the tavern keeper.
"How much does he owe you for the drinks?" King Halfdan asked calmly. "Sixty fennings your Grace," the tavern keeper answered humbly, removing his hat. The king nodded and with a snap of his fingers, Fudørn Auricsson would bring him a money chest. "I will double it for your troubles. One hundred and twenty fennings, and not a penda more," the king said as he counted out 120 pennies and placed them in a bag, tossing it to the tavern keeper, who caught it in his hat.
"Thank you so much your Grace, you truly are a great King," the tavern keeper said, bowing his head before turning and leaving. Everyone else's focus was now on the masked murderer before them as King Halfdan handed the treasure chest back to his jarl, scratching his chin.
"As for you boy, murder is a crime in my kingdom. Punishable by death. I could have you beheaded, and your lifeless body hanged on my display," King Halfdan said, ordering his guards to bring the criminal forward so that he could have a better look at the accused, and decide what to do with him.
"Do you understand the accusations against you?" King Halfdan piped up rhetorically with a bit of sternness and anger in his voice. "Do you deny that you killed one of your fellowmen?" he immediately followed through.
"... I do... And I don't..." the young man answered.
"Good, you will save me a trial then," the king said as he poured himself a glass of mead. "Guards, if you would do me the honor of please removing his mask so I can see his face... What is your name young man?" King Halfdan asked calmly.
The guards would remove the knapsack from over the young man's head, revealing a Norseman with long bright red hair and hazel green eyes. Everyone else in the king's hall would pause to gaze at the murderer before them. Thorvald Asvaldsson's eyes lit up with terror at what he was now witnessing, as Rufus the Bald turned to look at him, then back at the young man before him with a gaping jaw. The young man would shake the hair out of his face before gazing up at the king with remorseless hatred in his expression as he made eye contact.
"I am Erik, son of Thorvald Asvaldsson," he answered.
King Halfdan blinked, glancing beside himself to Thorvald before looking forward again at the admitted murderer directly before him. Thorvald Asvaldsson had widened eyes and a look of horror on his face. King Halfdan the Great was nearly speechless himself as he stared into Erik's eyes, before chuckling at the irony of it all while taking a swig from his glass of mead.
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