[GM4A] Northern Sword
Where no Storm,
Can get souls,
There's a way,
To the unbound,
Where no Sword,
Can kill men,
There's a land,
To the North,
Where no Man,
Can find way,
There's a grave,
To the Hero... -- The start of the Northern Sword Song.
10903 by the Old Watch, 678 by the New Watch.
[a man's soft voice comes...]
An Empire has fractured. Long before we could have given it a wink, and the throne of the Salriad Empire is gone. Now all the powerful Empire Fractions try to gain enough strength and grab the throne. They all follow a noble cause. Restoring an Empire this great is no easy feat.
But what about us?
"Hjom! Give me that girl already! We're going about when the Sun is setting, and IT'S CLOSER AND CLOSER, HJOM!!!"
We... It's really hard to tell about us to men and women who are more...
"Please! No! Not my son! No!!..."
...grounded to the earth. We are no noble men. Or women. It is for certain.
"Who the hell made this cup? You? Give me your skull, idiot, I'll bash this thing against ya..."
We are someone who are despised. Thrown around by mouthy men and yet scared by the same men. People fear us. Priests pray for us, and our... Souls.
"In short, we are hlatvern." A man in the chainmail looks down at the tied farmer. The latter's body is nimble, and lost all of its strength and fat because of the age. It is a dried man before the warrior, who's on his kneels and who had to watch everything what they did. All these two days. Of course the man before him was already too tortured. His body and mind were no longer. But his heart still beat. He still could hear and see them. But he was far from any of these warriors.
"Is he sleeping?" The same man asks, but another steps in left of the farmer...
"No, Godrick, he isn't..." Another man in the chainmail, much bigger than Godrick, takes his foot and brings it with force to the man's ribs. Farmer lets out a low, muffled groan.
"Oh, might his mind be wounded?" Godrick looked down at the farmer. There were 8 men, including him, in that hut. Standing over the farmer. Deciding his fate and partly toying with him. Godrick was a short man. You wouldn't think this boy rules the biggest hlatvern warparty. But he does. His body is hidden with the white cloak, and a chainmail. His closed, unique "canlike" helmet is on his back, worn like a backpack for convenience. The sheathes of his sword reaches the floor, just as his feet. His boots are made out of steel, and covered in the April mud, blood and snow. His face is beautiful. Those eyes would conquer anyone's heart, at least this is what the conquered truly believe. And he had a thousand of such. His long, blonde hair always makes it hard to believe that he is a man.
"Kill him." Men already picked up their blades, but Godrick stopped them with his hand and a laughing shout. "Let him rest in Voldarn."
"Are you---Wait, are you serious?" The bigger man, a brute whose face is hidden behind a small chainmail and whose eyes are the only of the face's attributes visible, looks shocked.
"Yes. I am. He has suffered enough." Godrick's face wasn't amazed or even shocked. This was easy to him, to send such tormented soul to Voldarn is only but a necessary.
"Yes, Godrick..." This monster then turned to the all other men, who were stunned more than that statue of muscle and strength. "You! Why you are all standing there?! Go and ready their ship! We'll use it!"
[a Godrick's voice comes back...]
Indeed. We are hlatvern. Oathbound warriors. Some of us here have too much at doing their duties. I often hate seeing such sights but it is a rest to the warrior. I shall respect it in a way. For they fought hard for this village.
Protectors of this one were really fierce. Looked like they really wanted it to live for a century more. I've put the stakes for them. They'll die slowly, gazing at what they tried to protect. I won't even send them to anywhere. I'll let them disappear. 28 brave men, all to die because of the crows and nature. But it is a fine example. And good examples are followed.
For I will burn the world.
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Hello! My name is Kat, I am 19yo male and I seek a player for my freshly made fantasy world inspired by the Vikings era. I am feeling it like, as if I would name Gmod or Half-Life series the "skibidi toilet games". But you get it. Please don't skewer me and make a merchandise out of me.
I wish to include fantasy elements, magic, dragons, fairies, bluh-bluh. But they're all going to be original, or more like, they're all going to be made by me, all the fantasy elements. Please get it.
It is not all done, but I have the fundamentals done. The whole world politics are focused on the fall of Sallriddian Empire, a powerful desert realm made by the centuries of unending war and pillage. Their days have come to an end, and now the many fractions of it are vying for power for the throne. While the North has its own problems, such as the Clanwars, including the deep East (the death of the Emperor), South (forming of the Green Horde and the deep West. (something much more terrible)
Godrick here will be the main antagonist of this world. Even though for now he is only a leader of a hlatvern warband... We know what ambitious, energetic men like him can do when they are motivated to do something that they dream to come true.
So, this world has many character potentials, let's say like the Mainland where knights can be, legionaries, auxiliaries, or the North, with the hlatvern being obvious vikings, and, yeah you get it. We will focus on your character, but from time to time, you'll hear about the BBEG (the main antagonist). This is your journey, but by far he can become the biggest threat to you on your way to something.
So, if you are interested, please come and message me!