Setting
Iskjerne Bay is a remote viking settlement nestled in a cold bay, featuring a ringed fortress. The wooden palisade and motte around the ringed fortress is enchanted by special magic and divine powers, so that anything beyond early to late medieval Viking Age advancement and technology is instantly disabled or nullified. This outermost wall, just like the statue of Sigurd Hring inside it, is immovable and indestructible, yet everything else within its magical gates is still perishable.
The mead hall was made from an overturned vessel. It rests upon a hill or scarp protected by 4 concentrical round walls, 2 of wood and 2 of stone. There are also 2 mottes, a bailey with an outdoor hub or marketplace, stables, wall towers, gate towers, 2 drawbridges and 1 suspension bridge. Inside the ringed fortress, there are also small farms, and many new constructions being built.
This bay has seen many vikings, many foreign invaders, and much bloodshed. Newer defenses and a lot of culturalizations have risen as a result. The new settlement features Ivar's Keep, Floki's Docks, a windmill, a small well, a large Watch Tower with a Viking Dungeon, a metal workshop or forge, a mining camp, a wooden Saw Mill, an open arena which doubles as an Archery Range, a barracks, a few Viking Stables, and the makings of an Archaic University which is expected to contain a library and a local historical museum at some point, along with classes in different fields of magic and combat. A perishable statue of Ivar the Boneless has also been recently constructed, along with a few mangers and sheep pens.
Right beside it there is a large imperishable statue of Sigurd Hring, one of the semi-legendary High Kings of Iskjerne Bay whose local descendants started worshipping post-mortuum as their ancestral deity, and champion.
Outside the ringed fortress, there is an un-enclosed open farming village, and the makings of a viking cemetery containing many boat-shaped megalithic rock formations made from standing runestones and raised earth mounds.
Iskjerne Bay
Iskjerne Bay is a remote Viking settlement which features a motte-and-bailey Ring Fort, a large Mead Hall made from an overturned longship, and a statue of Sigurd Hring the Dragon Slayer.
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Iskjerne Bay is a part of 
Weargtooth Mountains.
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Sigurd Hring [128] Sigurd Hring is a legendary viking war strategist and king made famous for killing Ellrulf Trygvirsson and Harald Wartooth at the Battle of Bravellir, and for defeating the Taiyou emperor Shimizu Takayama at Iskjerne Bay.
Seno Miyagi [99] Director of Science in the Taiyou Empire
Takao Eguchi [96] Mid-Level dig supervisor for Ten-Shi Zaibatsu's Site Nine
Yoko Kayabuki [75] Prime Minister of the Taiyou Empire
The Berserkers [60] The Berserkers are large bear-coated brutes with a solitary personality.
The Svinfylking [58] The Svinfylking are the boar-head of the viking standing army.
Erling Snake [56] Erling Snake fought at the Battle of Bravellir and the Battle of Svolder which made him famous as the Slayer of Olaf Trygvirsson.
Dainn [55] Dainn is a free spirit. Besides this he is also the king of the high light elves or ljosalfar, known for their magic and agility.
The Ljosalfar [54] The Ljosalfar are high light-elves from the interdimensional realm of Alfheim..
Uhtred the Godless [52] "You will tell him that Uhtred the Godless is in a mood to kill."
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Thorvald the Great sensed the drum of the aeon, and perked up at the noise.
The heave of oars was heard over the shouting disarray of the crowds, and he turned back towards his ships in a furor. The purpose of his step revealed an aggressive demeanor, almost hungry for war.
he said solemnly, signaling his next intent.Man the sails, Fulgar. The horsemen ride at down.
The heave of oars was heard over the shouting disarray of the crowds, and he turned back towards his ships in a furor. The purpose of his step revealed an aggressive demeanor, almost hungry for war.
The sudden trembling within the Mead Hall caught the Legata by suprise, getting quickly to her feet, she stopped with just enough time to see Ivar thrown from his throne. There was an overwhelming sense of danger as the Legata turned to her Praetorian. "Let's go, we need to get the bodies, and get out of here." She ordered, as the Praetorian guards all nodded in unison.
Livia, and every one of the Praetorian Guards inside the great mead hall stood up, and one by one moved out the great door, the First Praetorian opened the door for her, while the rest of her Praetorian Guards followed her out. The cold air of Iskjerne Bay greeted them once more, Livia tried to stifle a shiver, but they were going to take their leave of this place. If these new settlers wanted to take them prisoner, then she would make them earn it.
Livia unsheathed her sword and pointed it at the gate, shouting so the magical translator would convert her words. "Open the gate, now! We're leaving." She ordered, while all of her Praetorian Guardsmen surrounded her, and watched their surroundings to see what would happen next.
Livia, and every one of the Praetorian Guards inside the great mead hall stood up, and one by one moved out the great door, the First Praetorian opened the door for her, while the rest of her Praetorian Guards followed her out. The cold air of Iskjerne Bay greeted them once more, Livia tried to stifle a shiver, but they were going to take their leave of this place. If these new settlers wanted to take them prisoner, then she would make them earn it.
Livia unsheathed her sword and pointed it at the gate, shouting so the magical translator would convert her words. "Open the gate, now! We're leaving." She ordered, while all of her Praetorian Guardsmen surrounded her, and watched their surroundings to see what would happen next.
Fulgar Thornheim nodded in agreement with Thorvald, his second-in-command apt as always. Turning towards the docks, he signaled to his men that it was time again to depart.
he stated sternly, pulling his fur cloak over his armor and stomping back towards his ship.Gather what supplies you can, we depart in one hour.
Fulgar's Forward Force heard their leader's command, and roared in raucous reply. They spread out into the settlement, commandeering the food stores and any armaments they could find. While not an act of aggression, the noble cause of their unified vision for the Vikings' future gave way to easy requisition of Iskjerne's most abundant resources.
Upon collecting their bounty, they too followed Fulgar back to their vessels for departure onto the next leg of their journey.
Upon collecting their bounty, they too followed Fulgar back to their vessels for departure onto the next leg of their journey.
The burial mound beneath Queen Aslaug would tremble and move, like a pregnant mother with groaning pains as suddenly, the dirt and grass began to shift. Soon, fingers emerged from beneath the soil. But these were not skeletal fingers, nor the blueish pale rotten appendages of a Draugr, rather they were of pinkish lively hue and covered with living flesh and nails.
Moments later, a whole arm would emerge from beneath the dark black rich fertile soil, and soon an entire man would dig his way out from the earth, his head and torso emerging to reveal a living human being, as if Gaia herself had just given birth.
The man would immediately gasp for air as he coughed up a mouth full of dirt, inhaling and exhaling as if it was his first time breathing fresh air. Soon he pulled his whole body out from beneath the fertile mound and rolled over on to his back, breathing heavily, exhausted and without any energy. He was a Norseman with dirty hair and mud stained clothes. His face, his shirt, his entire body was covered with brown mud and black dirt. He wore shaggy trousers, completely devoid of any shoes or armour. His feet and nails were dirty, and to everyone else nearby who could witness this spectacle, he looked like one of the goblins or uruk-hai who had been fashioned from earth.
But this was no orc or goblin, as soon they would see, for as he opened his eyelids to stare up at the skies, his eyes were bright blue and full of life. The man who had just crawled out from underground was a human, and not just any human. It was the long lost son of Sigurd Hring, who had been presumed dead for a very long time. The now very weak, very vulnerable man who was sprawled out on the ground in Iskjerne Bay was none other than Ragnar Lothbrok, the Ghost of England, a legendary Viking from whom many a Norseman, both in Iskjerne Bay and surrounding counties were all descended and had written many poems about.
It was as if Sigurd the Ringtaker himself had returned. But this was not King Sigurd, nor was he a god with divine powers. This was a man of flesh and blood, a mortal being in dire need of food, drink, and medical conditioning.
Moments later, a whole arm would emerge from beneath the dark black rich fertile soil, and soon an entire man would dig his way out from the earth, his head and torso emerging to reveal a living human being, as if Gaia herself had just given birth.
The man would immediately gasp for air as he coughed up a mouth full of dirt, inhaling and exhaling as if it was his first time breathing fresh air. Soon he pulled his whole body out from beneath the fertile mound and rolled over on to his back, breathing heavily, exhausted and without any energy. He was a Norseman with dirty hair and mud stained clothes. His face, his shirt, his entire body was covered with brown mud and black dirt. He wore shaggy trousers, completely devoid of any shoes or armour. His feet and nails were dirty, and to everyone else nearby who could witness this spectacle, he looked like one of the goblins or uruk-hai who had been fashioned from earth.
But this was no orc or goblin, as soon they would see, for as he opened his eyelids to stare up at the skies, his eyes were bright blue and full of life. The man who had just crawled out from underground was a human, and not just any human. It was the long lost son of Sigurd Hring, who had been presumed dead for a very long time. The now very weak, very vulnerable man who was sprawled out on the ground in Iskjerne Bay was none other than Ragnar Lothbrok, the Ghost of England, a legendary Viking from whom many a Norseman, both in Iskjerne Bay and surrounding counties were all descended and had written many poems about.
It was as if Sigurd the Ringtaker himself had returned. But this was not King Sigurd, nor was he a god with divine powers. This was a man of flesh and blood, a mortal being in dire need of food, drink, and medical conditioning.