Norseland Saga

This forum contains those "neverending stories" where one person writes a bit of a story and then another person picks it up where the previous left off. Should make for some interesting reading.
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Norseland Saga

Post by Vardaen » Wed Feb 25, 2004 11:36 pm

In the far north, a deep blanket of snow covered the land. Great white flakes fell in driving sheets against the earth covering all the land in its pure whiteness. The snow fell, while smoke rose into the sky, a black foul smoke, a smoke set by the burning of an entire village.

Not but a few hours ago a raiding party of unknown men trampled through the quiet hamlet of Heldberg. The old norse village was little more than a collection of extended families that eeked out a living by herding sheep and spinning wool. Now all that was gone, burned to the ground. Those that resisted were slain in the snow, where crimson pools have marred the white of the land, yet now the falling snow has begun to cover the stains of that.

Only two people have survived the terrible tragidy by hiding in the cellar of their house, coming to the surface only now an hour later. The first of them is...

I'm starting another Story on this thread, hoping that we make this one a bit more serious than the last.
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Post by Shinling » Sat Feb 28, 2004 1:14 am

Thorn Son of Unthar a large and muscular man came out for the cellar of his home in dismay. The carnage stirun across his homeland pulled his heart deeper then it already was. His hides pulled about his body as he moved his hand to hold back the second that would come out. He wanted to make sure it was safe for his younger Sister.
His brown eyes scanned the room as he held up the leg of mutton, all that he could find in the cellar. Long blonde hair sawed as he moved in to the next room; his boots making a dull thud in the now silent home.

Still bewildered.. His mind drifted to the all too recent events and how he and his sister ended up in the cellar....
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Post by TetNak » Sat Feb 28, 2004 5:14 pm

... Thorn's thoughts drifted, images of riders wielding spears and hachets. The village folk had attempted to flee, but there was no escape, no defense, as the superior force road them down and put them to the sword without delay.

He remembered clutching his sister's arm, whom wanted to fight, always fiesty, and dragging her kicking and screaming into the cellar.

The name, Eoford, it kept coming back to him. He had heard it screamed during the massacure.

Eoford was ...
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Post by Vardaen » Tue Mar 02, 2004 11:56 pm

Eoford was the name of the previous chieftain of this province. Eoford had died, so the skalds told the tale as such. He had died fighting against a great evil that plagued the land. They say he died a hero, but his body was lost to the darkness, and no one had actually witnessed his death. That tale has always been told with pride by the skalds of this and nearby villages. Strange that his name should be on the air today, today when so many haved died such a wastefull death. Finially Thorn's sister climbs the ladder from the cellar, her golden hair alive in the cold wind. ith wide eyes she looks around at the village...
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Post by Shinling » Sat Mar 06, 2004 12:50 am

bodies, blood, weapons, and flames.. the only thing left by the raiders.

She balled her first to the point of almost drawing blood. Rage burned in her eyes as her waist long hair snapped as her head turned to the bodies. She started looking for her father and mother.

Thorn's mind started working. That name, Eoford, only a few that lived in the village knew him as more then a tail. Why would it be screamed in the battle? The only reason that Thorn could muster; Eoford attacked the town. His brow pulled up at this thought in disbelief... Why?...
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Post by TetNak » Tue Mar 09, 2004 10:55 pm

... And more importantly ... How? Eoford was supposed to be dead, or so it is said. Eoford was a good man, kind and brave. Many heroic deeds the bards sang of him. He slew Wyrms in the North, Wolves in the South, and defended many hamlets from bandits and other sinister peoples.


"Cwyrn," Thorn said, looking at his sister now. "What do you know of Eoford, chieftain fifteen years hence?"

Cwyrn's eyes saw further than most. She had been gifted with Far-Sight, the gift of witches and shaman. But she had not foretold this disaster upon her people.

She looked to her brother, and said ....
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Post by Vardaen » Tue Mar 09, 2004 11:11 pm

...in a voice that trembled, like it walked on the edge of an axe, "Eoford the Dutifull, Eoford the Bold, Eoford the Fallen." As her fists cotninued to ball, her nails begin to dig deeply into her own palms, blood dripping from her hands down her arms, "The Fallen Chieftain shall rise from the ashes to finish what he started, but his eyes shall be clouded by shadow and he shall not see the truth in his deeds... unless." Just then the girls eyes roll back into her head and she slumps down into the snow.

Not far off Thorn's ears pick up the sound of...
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Post by TetNak » Mon Mar 15, 2004 5:13 am

... horns blowing, echoing over the snow covered hills and valleys.

It was the horn of Hemborn, warrior-poet of Glestry. Their plight had not gone unheard of, or so it would seem.

The horns continued to sound, getting closer and closer, until ....
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Post by Vardaen » Tue May 04, 2004 8:40 pm

...until the riders of Glestry come into view. Their heavy shod horses churn the snow, kicking sprays of white up before them. They ride at full gallop through the thick winter blanket. Each of the riders holds a high spear aloft, and is dressed in heavy hides and furs. They plow toward the destroyed village, but they do not ride in as saviors, but as refugees. The men look like they have seen battle already. Their horses bloody, their spear tips a bright red. Hot on their trail, not far behind, chasing the men is a small pack of...
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Post by TetNak » Mon Jun 07, 2004 8:03 pm

... riders. Their forms are obvious, but details are scarce. Two horses fumble and crash to the ground, bringing their riders to their deathes by broken bones and smashed skulls. They get closer, and finally their details can be seen. Shocked, Thorn shouts ....
"Kings have no friends, only subjects and enemies."

- King Stannis Baratheon, First of His Name

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