Vol. 2 Chapter 1 - ‘Old-God’s.. and The ‘New-God’s’

A.D. 867 Kingdom of Northumbria, Oxford

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After.. I left Ragnar's I 'look'd'.. 'right-outside' the 'entrance'.. on the 'outside' of his family's 'hall'.. I 'noticed' my 'spear' was 'still-there'..

So.. I 'bent-down' to 'pick-up'.. my 'metal-spear'.. I still remember.. almost an 'entire' 'moon' and a half or so.. ago.. when I was 'drawing-up' my 'plans' in the sand outside the 'forge' to 'build' it..

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***One and a 'Half-Moon' ago***

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"Hilda.. my 'sweet-ling' have I ever 'told' you.. about 'Jay-Yuhn'..?".. I asked my 'peach'..

My.. 'be-holder' of 'sweet-nectar'.. keeping that 'wonderful' gift.. sent by all the 'gods'.. 'every-single' one of them..

Brunhilda.. my first 'prey'.. my first 'full-meal'.. not 'bites'.. not 'nibbles'.. no Im afraid not..

We are talking 'balls-deep'.. 'diving' with a 'starting' run.. 'leaping' from the 'diving-board' of the 'heavens-themselves'..

'pulling' backwards.. with all my possible 'might'.. 'swinging' my head 'backwards'.. 'spinning' doing a 'full-gainer'.. 'backflip'ing' whilst 'twisting' my waist.. 'spinning' my whole body almost all the way 'around'.. finally.. 'barely-splashing'.. 'entering'.. the 'waters' without so much as a 'splash'..

As I'm 'swimming'.. 'beneath' the 'waters'.. 'holding' my 'breath'.. only to 'rise'.. 'bursting-back' through the 'surface' of the 'water'.. 'opening' my 'eyes to 'see'..

'All-five'.. 'judges' with their 'score-cards's' in their 'hands'.. all celebrating'..

'Mean-whilst'.. 'perfect-tens' on all of the 'score-cards'.. are 'revealed' and all of them 'shouting'.. and atleast one of them 'yells"..

"O.. My Fucking Gods!..".. and another was 'screaming'..

"O 'holy-shite.. our 'contestant' has just 'perfectly-landed' a 'full-gainer' backflip.. 'finishing' with a perfect 'half-twist' barely even 'splashing' to 'finish' his 'dive'!..

All of the 'judges' were 'holler-ing'.. "'Perfect'.. 'fucking-tens'.. 'well-done' fucking Brunhilda's pussy!.."

'Tengri'.. the 'eternal-blue-sky'.. 'gods'.. it was good 'sex' I say it was.. you better 'believe' it I 'wore' that 'pussy-out'.. I mean I 'hurt' it.. I 'felt' bad 'after-wards'.. but I was no longer a boy..

Nope.. I 'popped' my 'cherry.. so to say ofcourse I don't 'personally' have a pussy.. I can't 'literally-pop' my own 'cherry'.. I was 're-fering to the 'fact' I 'fucked' Brunhilda.. and 'lost' my 'virginity..

So now,.. I am a 'man'.. more than a 'boy'.. this is just the 'beginning'.. 'trust' me our journey will be 'interminable'.. 'never-ending'..so 'away' we 'go'.. back to the 'story'

Telling Brunhilda the 'story.. I would 'make-up' as I go.. which 'will-be' based about zhao yun..which is 'pronounced' as 'jau-yuhn'.. saying.. "'Jau-Yuhn'.. my 'dear' Hilda was a 'most-famous' 'Warrior-King'.. who was a 'king'.. of a 'mighty' kingdom 'known' far.. and wide.. as the kingdom of 'Dynasty-Warriors'.." I tell my 'she-wolf'..

"So.. 'Jau-Yuhn' was a 'king'.. of a kingdom called the kingdom of 'Dynasty-Warriors'?.. was he a 'strong' fighter?.." she asked me..

Whilst.. 'letting' me 'know' she was still 'listening'.. to my 'story' and she was even 'interested' in said 'story'.. asking 'questions' whilst 'looking' like a 'yummy' 'snack'..

"Yes.. my 'delicious' 'snack' Brunhilda.. anywho,.. 'continueing-on'.. 'Jau-Yuhn' was 'well-known'for 'using' a 'ten-foot' spear..

He was.. a 'most-competent' 'horse-man'.. he would 'weave' in and out 'into' and.. 'out-of'.. 'enemy-lines'.. no man 'able' to 'stop' him..

He would.. 'take-advantage' of the 'flexibility' of his spear.. and the 'strength' of his 'training'.. and the 'trust' in his own skills.

Always.. 'winning' almost every battle.. he fought..there are only a few warriors 'stronger' or 'more-known' than 'Jau-Yuhn'.." I 'continue'd'.. my story..

Trying.. to 'hypnotize' my 'dear' into 'falling' in 'love'.. with a 'picture' of an 'white-knight'.. 'wearing' 'white-armor'.. 'wielding' a 'ten-foot' spear..

'picking'.. 'vitals' 'exploiting' 'weaknesses'.. 'leaving' when he 'wants' to.. 'returning' and 'entering' again.. when he 'wants' and is 'ready to..

'Bad-ass'.. knight 'destroying' his enemies.. 'more-than' likely 'saving' some 'damsel'.. in 'distress' getting some 'pussy'.. 'off' of her..

Going back.. 'getting' back on his 'steed'.. charging' back 'into-battle'.. with'one-hand' 'tied-behind' his back.. a 'small' and 'sickly' child 'coughing' and 'hanging' onto the back of his neck.. 'coughing'and 'spitting' 'spittle' and 'pleghm'.. in his ears and a little even 'splashing' on his face almost in 'one' of his eyes.. 'forcing' him to atleast.. close 'one-eye'..

All whilst.. still 'clearing' a 'space'.. 'of-plenty' 'one-handed' with said 'sick-child'.. 'spitting' and 'coughing' in his ears and face.. making him 'shut' 'one-eye' then 'leaving' the 'battle' 'safely' and 'unharmed'.. in 'full-health' even so to say..

"Wow!.. he sounds like a great 'king' Aethred.. I always love your stories.." she said.. after I 'finished' telling her all about zhao yun..

The 'plan' is.. to go for a 'zhao-yun'.. 'sort-of' 'template' so to say.. so I've 'got' a lot of 'work' to do.. a lot indeed..

If I want any 'chance'.. at 'having' my 'equipment-set' 'complete'.. so to say.. 'in-time' to 'sail'.. with Ragnar the 'younger' and his crew on his ship..

A.. smaller longship.. Ragnar's 'ship-master' by day and 'ship-builder' by night.. Harund.. 'built' 'earlier' in the 'previous' winter.. and 'finished' it around 'mid-spring'..

The.. 'shore-yard' 'ten-foot' spear wasn't hard to 'build'.. with 'level-three' 'Basic' Black-Smithing.. nothing is 'difficult' to 'build'.. just 'consumes' time..

And I have an entire 'planet' to 'explore'.. who's to 'say'.. it's the only 'universe'.. I'll be 'sent' to.. with a 'system'.. who's to 'say'.. I don't go to 'sleep' one night.. 'wake-up' to 'recieve' 'system-notifications'.. 'alerting' me to an 'system-update'..

Then all the sudden.. I can 'open' a 'portal' or an 'door' to 'Dragon-Stone' in 'Westeros'.. or 'some-where' 'completely-different'..

What if.. the 'gods' 'sent' me.. to.. the 'Mech-Touch'.. one of my 'all-time' 'favorite' 'novels'.. maybe.. I'll 'trick' the 'main-character'.. whom has a 'mech-designer'.. 'system'.. into 'making' 'mechs' for me.. because you know.. I'll be a 'natural-born' 'killer-pilot' as a 'mech-pilot'.. beings.. I'll have a 'proficiency system'.. just a 'little' 'practice' is all it will take.. too 'legit' I tell ya.. 'too-legit'..

Anywho,.. nough' bout' all that.. back to the 'armor'.. I need to 'build'.. 'acquiring' the 'provisions'.. I 'need'.. the 'second-in-command' I 'need' to 'recruit'..

'Good' thing.. he is in Oxford at this 'very' 'moment'.. where Im 'currently' 'headed' to 'meet' with him.. a 'poet' who 'goes' by.. the name Charleyth.. or Charleyth the 'poet'.. or just 'poet'..

the 'armor'.. won't be just 'time-consuming'.. it'll be 'expensive'.. I would 'most-likely' 'wear' a 'relatively-light' and 'agile-style' of 'armor'..

'Including'.. a 'breastplate' 'shoulder-guards' and 'leg-guards'.. with 'emphasis' on 'mobility' rather than 'heavy-protection'..

This.. would 'align'.. with my 'ideal-image' as a 'swift' and 'skilled' 'cavalryman'..

I would.. 'excel' in 'combat-maneuvers' 'especially'.. I can 'picture' myself in the 'future'.. as 'it' will be 'known'..