Vol. 2 Chapter 22 - ‘Back’ From ‘Westeros’

A.D. 867 Aethred's 'Home-Stead'

Fuck my back!.. gotta start 'stretching' more before getting to 'fuckin'.. by the 'gods' that Freja she did a number on me this time.. the way she had one of the 'virgins' always ready to recieve my 'wolf-seed the exact moment I would pull out of the other one.. the way her eyes 'glowed' at me.. staring into my eyes.. while she would just try to almost suck my dick completely off the front of my 'crotch'..

Their 'pussy-juices' tasted like 'sweet-nectar'.. the drink of the gods.. ambrosia.. mm.. I wonder if she will come back.. what if I could meet her in her real body.. her real 'cunny-hole'.. not one she is 'possessing' from another 'plane'..

Im back in my hall on Ragnar's farm.. I left my equipment set I got in 'Westeros' in the transfer space.. I've already finished 'crafting' the 'equipment-set'.. I've been building since getting my materials from my father-in-law Ealdwulf the 'smith' I 'ordered' through him from a 'trader' in Eoforwich.. where Ragnar the 'younger' invited Charleyth and me to visit the Earls Ubba and Guthrum.. to discuss plans for attacking Lundene.. how much 'silver-ransom' we will ask the local Ealdorman of Lundene for.. to get us to leave their lands.. and to stop raping their women.. to stop us from killing every last man in their city and staying and taking their city from them after 'transforming' them into 'freshly-dead' corpses..

I know from the 'historical' point of view after attacking and recieving the silver for ransom and what not.. from their campaign on Lundene to the very next year start their next campaign on the lands of 'East-Anglia'.. the largest and wealthiest 'land-owner' of 'East-Anglia' is the 'king' of 'East-Anglia'.. 'king' Edmund the 'pious' from Grantabrycge.. the largest settlement and center of government of 'East-Anglia'.. it's the 'city' Cambridge Im 'modern-day' times.. if you call having a 'chief-lord' lording over smaller 'lords' a government.. then yes Grantabrycge is indeed the 'seat' of the 'government' of 'East-Anglia'.. at this time.. the year of eight hundred.. sixty and seven.. after the death of 'Jesus-Christ' who died on the 'cross' for the sins of 'humans' that his Father 'god' created.. and wanted to 'exterminate' because they started try and rape and fuck the 'angels' he created like the 'weirdos' we humans are.. hey I get it man.. Im sure the 'angels' were sexy as fuck no doubt about it but that doesn't make to 'okay' or 'cool to want to go around 'wanting' or 'trying' to go ahead 'raping' 'angels' and what not..

Even though the angels were no better if you believe in the 'nephilim' the children born by 'mortal' women who were raped by the 'angels' who were supposed to be watching 'god's' supposedly most 'perfect' creation making sure they don't discover 'fire' and what not not.. and ofcourse 'mortals' did what they were supposed not to do.. the humans were punished with a great flood.. the 'angels' or 'watchers' were punished as well.. but I don't claim to have any idea what that punishment was.. just that after that there was only one 'watcher' left.. something obviously was done to the other 'angels' who had terribly 'failed' their mission.. whatever the 'punishment'.. I doubt it will ever be 'known'..

Anywho.. 'East-Anglia' will have to be for later 'chapters' of my 'story'.. For now I've 'risen' for the day.. alongside the sun as it 'rises' over the hills.. that surround the farm.. it's 'rays' 'peek'ing' out over the lands..

Then I made something to break.. mine and my family's morning's fast.. gathered my armor.. Roach must be frozen in time at the stables of Chatara's brothel..

I decided to leave my spear since I'll be on foot for this campaign.. I'll take a shield and a one-handed axe.. and my short sword.. the type thats commonly known as a 'seax'.. meant for poking in between and under shields in a 'shield-wall'..

'nick'ing arteries.. under 'unproctected' flesh 'puncturing' and 'slicing' vitals.. located at the 'weak-points'.. where only cloth or skin is showing.. in the gaps of leather or 'chainmail-like' metal armor.. leaving enemies behind the enemy 'shield-wall' pouring blood and growing weak and confused and so very weary.. penultimately, slipping and falling in the puddles of their own blood.. that was running down their bodies.. exiting their wounds.. to 'collect' into the 'pools' of blood that became the 'puddles' of blood..the wounded 'dying' Viking just slipped in.. to finally die and be tripped over by their own allies causing chaos to the enemy's lines.. or 'shield-wall'.. a 'sort' of formation.. mostly used in the battles 'fought'.. during the Danish invasions of the island of 'Brittania'.. after the Saxons.. had invaded and taken control of almost the entire island.. 'beginning' from at the 'southern-most' 'point' of 'Britannia' all the way 'north' until finally 'meeting' 'Hadrian's-Wall' built by the 'Romans'.. at the 'southern-most'.. 'border'.. of the lands.. controlled by the remaining 'Celtics and 'Scottish'.. 'calling' the Island of 'Britannia'.. 'home'..

Anywho, before I get more 'lost' in my 'spiel' about the 'history' of the 'natives' and 'invaders' of the island of 'Britannia'.. back to my 'story'..

I grab my breastplate, 'shoulder-guards', my vambraces.. or bracers or gauntlets whatever you choose to pick.. they protect my hands.. if none of those three 'ring' any 'bells'.. 'metophorically-speaking' ofcourse.. Im not expecting actual 'bells' to 'ring' in your head like you have a 'system'.. no I mean.. if vambraces, bracers, or gauntlets weren't words you were familiar with.. anywho like I said back to the story..

I finished 'putting' my breastplate, shoulder-guards', vambraces, and finally my 'leg-guards' over my 'linen' morning 'outfit'.. I picked up the 'one-handed' axe, shield, my javelins, and my two 'throwing-knives' I've 'taken' to calling them my 'pistols'.. I call my 'spear'.. my 'gun' by the way.. didn't know if I should mention that 'tid-bit' of information' seeings that Im leaving it for this campaign.. since I'll be an 'foot-soldier' for this one atleast.. so I went ahead and mentioned it.. just to be safe since I didn't know..

I gathered my gear.. picked up the two 'knapsacks' Hilda prepared for me.. kissed her and Fenra goodbye.. telling Fenra when her 'pups' are 'weaned-off' her.. she can come on the next 'campaign'.. then I hit the door and strode out to collect my 'second-in-command' Charleyth the 'poet'.. and we headed on the 'path' towards the edge of the farm.. where Ragnar the 'younger' and Harund the 'ship-builder' were waiting.. as we approached the two I said "What's 'shaking' boys..? Y'all read for an 'adventure' or what?.."

Asking the two of them.. of which Harund just nodded and grunted and gave what I guess is a 'smile'.. he has one of those 'expressionless' or like 'emotionless' faces.. like when he answers questions it looks like his mouth barely 'moves' when he 'speaks'.. I haven't seen him show emotion or expressions since I've met him.. wonder how long from now it will take me to see his face actually 'crack' a smile.. or his mouth actually open wide enough to laugh hard enough to be called an actual laugh or 'laughing'..

Ragnar the 'younger' of course said "By the gods.. and all the gods I am more than fucking ready.. I can almost 'taste' the 'glory'.. we will be a band of warriors the 'likes' of which.. would be found in those 'legends' you tell.. about all the famous warriors of history.. by the gods Im ready.. Im ready to reave!.."

after he was done with his 'amateur'.. 'spiel'.. I show him how it was really done by saying "We will do more than 'taste'.. just a little 'glory' Ragnar.. my brother.. we shall 'mount' and 'ass-fuck' 'mother-glory' her very self.. then we shall flip her over on all of her 'fours'.. and 'ruin' her insides.. 'Im-pregnating' 'mother-glory' herself with our 'glorious-seed' deliver from our might 'lordly-cocks'.. thats my promise to you my brother.. just not this 'campaign'.. to achieve 'true' greatness.. 'true' greatness takes 'cunning'.. it takes careful preperations.. the kinds like 'watching' and 'knowing' all your enemies 'whereabouts' and what their 'movements' are.. you must know absolutely everything and anything about not only your enemy.. you have to know it about yourself as well..

Just like one of my 'all-time' greatest 'ancestors' 'Sun-Su'.. the greatest military commander.. and the most 'knowledgeable' of the 'art-of-war' person there ever was in this 'world'.. his most famous 'motto' was "know yourself.. know your enemy.. you will never face 'defeat' in war.." I 'started' to 'finish' my 'spiel' about 'glory'.. and started another one telling the boys 'traveling' with me to Eoforwich.. all about my 'ancestor' named Sun Tzu whose name in English is pronounced as 'Sun-Su'..

"By the gods.. how many great 'ancestors' do you have brother?.. it's like you never run out of stories.. that can 'relate' to your 'ancestors.." Ragnar asks me with all seriousness..

"My mothers tribe is mostly 'extinct' but my mother's father's people once conquered enough lands.. to 'rival' the 'ancient' Romans.. my mother's father's family was the royal family of that 'kingdom'.." I finish saying slowly trying to sound 'hesistant' or in 'pain' while trying to look as 'mopey' as possible..