Vol. 2 Chapter 23 - ‘Road’ to ‘Eoforwich’

A.D. 867 Kingdom of Northumbria, Eoforwich

We 'struck' off to start our journey from Ragnar's Farm.. all the way north to the city of Eoforwich.. a walled-city that was built by the 'ancient' Romans.. in 'modern-day' time.. it would be known as the city of 'York'.. but in 'ninth-century' Northumbria 'time' it is called Eoforwich.. the largest city-settlement in all of Northumbria.. we had a good solid 'moon' to walk to Eoforwich and back.. then a 'moon' after that.. winter will 'grow' into 'spring'.. that will be the 'date' we will set out on Ragnar's smaller 'long-ship'.. and 'sail' around the coast of 'East-Anglia' once we reach the 'mouth' of the river Thames.. we will sail 'inland' 'up-river' right up to the the harbor of Lundene.. also a 'Roman-built'.. 'walled-city' like York or Eoforwich.. depending on what year in history we are talking about.. before 'thirteenth-century' or so it's called Eoforwich.. after 'thirteenth-century' it called York..

Damnit.. back to my story.. what was I saying..? O.. yea.. after we 'sail' around 'East-Anglia' and 'go' 'up-river'.. we will 'take-control' of the harbor of Lundene.. kill some 'peasants'.. 'threaten' some 'lords'.. fuck some 'wenches' then the lords we will 'threaten'.. will then go on to pay us a 'ship-load' of silver to leave their lands.. only for the 'raiders' to return a couple of winters later just when the 'common-folk' who just had all their 'property' taken by the 'local' Ealdorman who were forced to 'pay' a ransom to the Vikings 'threatening' to kill them having almost 'built' up a little 'property' once again.. then bam.. 'raiders' have arrived once again to repeat the process they had just completed a couple 'raiding-seasons' before.. thats how the 'Danish-Invasions' of the island of 'Brittania' just was..

"Fuck! Im fucking bored.. gods.. 'damnit-all'.. Charleyth!.." 'Shouting' it.. I was.. for I was fearing 'death-by-boredom'..

"Yes m'lord?.." my 'trusty 'second' the 'poet' answered me..

"Fetch me.. my lute my 'good-man'.. if you would be so kind.." I ask my friend.. to grab my lute from the 'wagon' we borrowed from the farm.. being pulled by one of the farm's 'draft-horses' we also borrowed.. to carry our supplies for our little trip to the city of York.. I was thinking to my self 'omertà' is a nice song for the setting of my 'story' that I find myself in 'today'.. 'Lamb-of-God' really did it right when they wrote it.. I start to speak the intro of the song.. "Whoever appeals to the law against his fellow man.. is either a fool or a coward..

Whoever cannot take care of himself.. without that law is both..

For a wounded man.. shall say to his assailant.. "If I live.. I will kill you.. if I die you are forgiven".. Such is the rule of honor"..

Then I started to 'strum' my lute.. to my best 'rendition'.. of one of the greatest songs that was ever written.. or will ever be 'written'.. after that 'glorious' intro of the song.. as I'm 'plucking' at the strings.. I take a 'deep' breath and think about the chorus I'll start to sing.. by singing.. "Broken the paradigm..

an example must be set..

Invoke the siren's song.. and.. sign the death warrant..

This is what has..

been wrought for..

'Thirty'.. pieces of silver..

The tongues of men.. and..

angels bought.. by a beloved.. betrayer.. I am the result..

what's better.. left unspoken..

Violence begins.. to mend..

what was broken..

You've been talking..

I've been all ears..

words meant..

to dwell.. in darkness..

shall never see.. the light of day

word.. can be broken..

so can bones..

execute the mandate..

Mouth full of dirt..

your name is removed..

from the registry..

Saint Peter greets..

with empty eyes.. then turns..

and locks the gate..

I am the result.. what's better..

left unspoken..

Violence begins to mend..

what was broken..

You've been talking..

I've been all ears..

Omerta.. cheaply venal.. stupidly verbose..

A slip of the tongue..

A slit of the throat..

Six feet under.. with no marker..

Keep my name.. from your mouth.. forever free speech..

for the living.. dead men..

tell no tales..

Your laughing finger..

will never point again..

Omertà..

Omertà..

Sing for me now.."

Thank you 'Lamb-of-God' for teaching me the value.. of having an set of 'two-eyes' for an 'eye' kind of 'motto' kind of 'mind-set' towards life.. especially this life I currently find myself in.. living a life of 'transferring' from 'ninth-century' 'Britain' to and back from the 'beginning' of the 'second-century' of 'Aegon's-Conquest' in 'Westeros'.. a completely 'fictional' 'universe'.. atleast 'The-Last-Kingdom' is based on 'historical' facts.. now I gotta worry about 'fire-breathing.. 'dragon-dung' eating.. lizards.. I gotta worry about 'rogue-princes' or 'whore-Princesses' now as well.. thanks to the 'gods' or whatever you want to call the 'fucks' that got bored watching the 'mortals' 'play-at' battle.. and 'war-games' so to say..

gambling and 'fornicating' like the 'gods' and 'godesses' do with the other gods just 'hanging-out' doing the same.. until one of them got bored and shouted out "hahah I just watched this one poor 'fuck'.. a 'pipe-line' surveyor in the 'twenty-first' century just got crushed by some 'steel-pipe'.. the funny part was his body was exploded leaving only his head 'whole' so to say.. anyway his head 'rocket'd' right fucking off his shoulders.. just like when Venus's 'cunny-hole' 'gushes' and 'geysers' as I like to call it.. when her 'pussy-juices' shoot up in the air.. the poor 'fucker's' head 'shot-up' atleast a 'hundred-feet' right in the sky.. was absolutely fucking righteous watching his 'freshly-decapitated' head 'peaking' in the sky.. then falling and 'splatting' when it hit the ground.. anywho I've decided to make him my 'champion' and send him to a couple different 'fictional-universes'.. maybe that will 'entertain' me as much as the 'manner' of his death did.. hahaha who wants to bet on how many whores he fucks or what battles he wins.. all bets are welcome you fucks.. 'gods' and 'goddesses' alike 'open' your bets you filthy 'animal's.." some cunt named 'Mephisto' is the one who was just 'speaking'.. I guess he is the god or whatever they all are.. who decided to send me to this 'life' so to say..

I've finally got my 'sword-play' and 'axe-play' skills up to 'level-three'.. my 'riding' skill is 'max'd' as well so to say.. since I haven't been able to get a single experience point.. in any of my 'level-three' skills.. which will soon be all the ones I currently have.. only a few skills are still not 'max'd' out.. as we are finally 'nearing' Eoforwich I decide to check my 'status'.. like usual.. with just a 'simple' thought of the 'mind'.. there's a 'status-panel' in front of my eyes.. reading..

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/Status Panel/

Name: Aethred

Age: 11

Status: Healthy

Height: 5' 7"

Weight: 165.0lbs

/Attribute Panel/

Physique: 1.6

Strength: 1.3

Dexterity: 1.7

Spirituality: 1.6

/Combat Skill Panel/

'Basic' Boxing : lvl 3 (0/300xp)

'Basic' Axe-Play : lvl 3 (0/300xp)

'Basic' Sword-Play : lvl 3 (0/300xp)

'Basic' Spear-Play : lvl 3 (0/300xp)

'Basic' Archery : lvl 3 (0/300xp)

'Basic' Horse-Riding : lvl 3 (0/300xp)

'Basic' Throwing : lvl 3 (0/300xp)

/Personal Skills Panel/

'Basic' Carpentry : lvl 3 (0/300xp)

'Basic' Black-Smithing : lvl 3 (0/300xp)

'Basic' Farming : lvl 2 (0/200xp)

'Basic' Tailoring : lvl 2 (0/200xp)

'Basic' First-Aid : lvl 2 (0/200xp)

'Basic' Cooking : lvl 3 (0/300xp)

'Basic' Teaching : lvl 3 (0/300xp)

'Basic' Beast Taming : lvl 3 (0/300xp)

/Commander Skills/

Leadership : lvl 1 (10/100xp)

Infantry Commander : lvl 1 (10/100xp)

Cavalry Commander : lvl 1 (10/100xp)

Artillery Commander : lvl 1 (10/100xp)

Siege Commander : lvl 1 (10/100xp)

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Once I have some 'men' under my 'command'.. hopefully it will be as easy to 'upgrade' the 'commander-skills' as it was for my 'combat-skills'.. ever since teaching the 'poet' my morning 'routine'.. my 'Teaching' skill has been stuck at zero experience of 'level-three'.. hopefully the 'Teaching' skill helps with 'training' 'soldiers.. destiny is all..