Desset Bandraken
"We're all going to die!" Yorvik shouted at the harpoons as he looked around, his eyes wide with fear. Lightning struck Fenris' sky, illuminating the man's broken face. Her screams of pure terror could be heard over the wind and the thunder of the waves crashing against the ship. The rain on his face looked terrible like tears. "Remain silent!" Ragnar yelled and slapped the scared man. Shocked by the blow of a young man barely reaching adulthood, Jorvik forgot his fear for a moment and picked up the axe. Ragnar shook his head and glared at the grey-eyed old man. Jovic paused as if he understood where he was and what he was doing. They were in full view of all the soldiers at the bow of the ship. Attacking the captain's son will bring no honor in the eyes of the gods or sailors. Jorvik's face flushed with embarrassment and Ragnar adjusted his gaze so as not to embarrass the man. Ragnar shook his head and pushed his long hair out of his eyes. Ragnar quietly accepted Jorvik's words, watching the stormy sea breeze and the flow of salt. Without a miracle, he would die. He has been going to the sea since childhood and had never seen such a storm. There were dark clouds in the sky. It was day, but it was as dark as night. The boat bounced as another huge wave tore at the bow. The dragon skin of the deck sounded like a huge drum with impact power. He struggled to keep his balance on a constantly moving deck. Even above the wind demon, the ship's bones creaked. It was only a matter of time before the sea killed the ships, he decided. It was a battle whether the power of the waves would break the Russian spear into shreds of cloth or simply peel the salvaged dragon skin off the ship's hull, trample it underfoot and drown it. Ragnar shivered not only from the cold but also from the dampness of his clothes. For him and all his people, drowning was the worst death. It simply means that his soul is imprisoned by a sea demon who will forever be enslaved. He wants to find his place among the chosen ones. He did not die with spear and ax in hand. He will not find a glorious death, nor will he find a quick way to the Halls of Heroes on God's Mountain. Looking back from the rain covered deck, Ragnar saw that all the great warriors were scared as ash, but well hidden. Tension was written on every pale face and every black eye was visible. The rain swept her long blond hair, looking desperate and disheveled. They sat crouched in chairs, helpless dragonskin robes draped over their shoulders and flapping in the wind like the wings of a bat at play. Everyone's armor lay on the deck beside him, now powerless against their life-threatening foes. The wind howled with hunger like the great wolves of Asaheim. The ship crashed behind another huge wave. The teeth in the dragon's beak cut through the boiling water like a spear. The sails hit their heads and they bowed their heads. Ragnar was glad that they were made of the purest dragon intestines. Nothing will survive but the severed claws of the storm. Another huge mountain of water appeared in front of me. But if the ship collided with them, it seemed unlikely that they would survive.Ragna curses in anger and rage. His short life seems to have ended before it began. He won't survive next season to see her enter the man. There was a possibility that his voice was barely cut, and now he was lost at sea. Blindfolded, he watches the storm and looks at the longevity of his relatives. They were nowhere to be seen. Most of them have probably hit rock bottom. Their bodies become prey for dragons and krakens, and their souls become the slaves of demons. He glared at the stranger who had led them this way. There was some satisfaction in knowing that if they were going to die, he was going to die too. That is, unless she's a witch or sea demon hiding out to bring lightning punches to the masses. . There was something supernatural about this old man. He looked as strong as a warrior in his glory, despite the many furrows running across his forehead, and despite his gray hair, he was more poised than most sailors half his age. Ragnar knew he was a wizard. Who but a sorcerer in bizarre metal armor, with a strong wolf fur on his shoulders and a body like the skins of sailors? Who, other than a magician, can resist the strange charm and charm of the sea? Is it hurricane season? Ragnars saw a stranger pointing at something. He wondered if this was a battle of wizards or if a stranger had cast a spell. Ragnar turned and felt his mouth go dry with fear. The lightning flashed again. In an instant, Ragnars saw his head crash into the waves near the ship, as if summoned by a stranger. Above them was a terrifying face full of dagger-like teeth. It bends its long neck and bends its head in search of prey. It was not a young dragon, but a gigantic monster from a ship that had been brought up from the bottom of the sea by the fierceness of the storm.lightning said angrily. Death was within Ragnar's reach. I felt the wind blowing down the hall as the dragon's gigantic jaws slammed into Jorvik. Huge fangs pierced the paper-hard skin of Jorvik's armor. The bones came out. blood flowed The Screaming Man rose into the air, his arms flailed and the harpoon fell from his fist. Ragnar panties with a smile. He already knew Jorvik was a coward, and now he has proof. He finds a place in the cold hell of Frostheim. The dragon was bitten and swallowed, and pieces of Jorvik disappeared down its throat. The rest fell on the deck next to Ragnar. The waves washed away the blood and bile. The warriors rose from their seats in a group and hastily picked up their axes and spears. Ragnar could tell that they were happy at heart. Here it was a swift, heroic death, fighting the monsters of the deep. Many would believe that Russ sent this beast to do great evil in answer to their prayers. The big head started to fall again. Some soldiers saw this and froze. As if sent to kill a coward, the beast beat and bit them with their sharp teeth. Other Thunder Fist warriors were attacked with weapons. The ax bounced off the scales of his heavy armor in vain. A pair of spears cut deep into the flesh, but the creature paid as much attention as a stiff man. The pain only led to more anger. It opened its mouth and let out a terrifying roar that could be heard over the roar of the waves. Its enormous size paralyzed all the warriors. He froze as if he had received a wizard's spell. Ragnar saw a creature in the middle of the water. Its great height towered over the ship. It would just have to fall forward, and because of its size, the ship would split in half. Something is stuck in Ragnar. Rage seethed against the storm, against the gods, against this great beast and its cowardly kin. He reached out and picked up the harpoon Jorvik had dropped. Without thinking or aiming, he threw the harpoon straight into the monster's eye. good throw The blunt spear flew straight up and buried it in the dragon's eye socket. The monster screamed in rage and pain and pulled him higher. Ragnar will marvel at the cold malice of her cry. He was sure he would die now and the entire ship would be destroyed by a ferocious beast. Then he heard another sound, a hiss from the back of the boat. He looked at an unfamiliar object and knew it was the source of the noise. The old man got a bit of irony out of him and picked it up and pointed at the beast. A burning flame erupted from the top of the sacred tree with a roar. blasted Cade back under the raging waves and disappears. The stranger tilted his head back and laughed. Her snarling joy drowned out the sound of the storm. Ragnar felt a chill of superstitious dread. He saw two large fangs sticking out of the stranger's mouth. He received the Russian sign! The blood of the gods flowed in her. Truly, he was a magician. Crouching low on the deck, balancing himself slightly despite the movement of the ship, Ragnar turned and went back to the helm. Tears were streaming down his face. He tasted the salt as he licked his panties. As he passed a stranger, a huge wave hit the ship. He felt the pressure of tons of water and fell. The force of the waves lifted him off the deck and knocked him over. Because of the strong waves, he could not see clearly where he was. He knew he would simply be picked up by the ship and face his own fate. He endured his anger and fear. He survived the dragon's mouth, but appears to have been captured by a sea demon. Then iron fingers were attached to his wrists. A great force fought against the power of the sea. Then the water disappeared. In an instant, Ragnar fell to the deck, but was saved by a stranger who chased away the dragon. "Quiet." said the wizards. “It is not my destiny to die here, I think it comes from us.lightning said angrily. Death was within Ragnar's reach. I felt the wind blowing down the hall as the dragon's gigantic jaws slammed into Jorvik. Huge fangs pierced the paper-hard skin of Jorvik's armor. The bones came out. blood flowed The Screaming Man rose into the air, his arms flailed and the harpoon fell from his fist. Ragnar panties with a smile. He already knew Jorvik was a coward, and now he has proof. He finds a place in the cold hell of Frostheim. The dragon was bitten and swallowed, and pieces of Jorvik disappeared down its throat. The rest fell on the deck next to Ragnar. The waves washed away the blood and bile. The warriors rose from their seats in a group and hastily picked up their axes and spears. Ragnar could tell that they were happy at heart. Here it was a swift, heroic death, fighting the monsters of the deep. Many would believe that Russ sent this beast to do great evil in answer to their prayers. The big head started to fall again. Some soldiers saw this and froze. As if sent to kill a coward, the beast beat and bit them with their sharp teeth. Other Thunder Fist warriors were attacked with weapons. The ax bounced off the scales of his heavy armor in vain. A pair of spears cut deep into the flesh, but the creature paid as much attention as a stiff man. The pain only led to more anger. It opened its mouth and let out a terrifying roar that could be heard over the roar of the waves. Its enormous size paralyzed all the warriors. He froze as if he had received a wizard's spell. Ragnar saw a creature in the middle of the water. Its great height towered over the ship. It would just have to fall forward, and because of its size, the ship would split in half. Something is stuck in Ragnar. Rage seethed against the storm, against the gods, against this great beast and its cowardly kin. He reached out and picked up the harpoon Jorvik had dropped. Without thinking or aiming, he threw the harpoon straight into the monster's eye. good throw The blunt spear flew straight up and buried it in the dragon's eye socket. The monster screamed in rage and pain and pulled him higher. Ragnar will marvel at the cold malice of her cry. He was sure he would die now and the entire ship would be destroyed by a ferocious beast. Then he heard another sound, a hiss from the back of the boat. He looked at an unfamiliar object and knew it was the source of the noise. The old man got a bit of irony out of him and picked it up and pointed at the beast. A burning flame erupted from the top of the sacred tree with a roar. blasted Cade back under the raging waves and disappears. The stranger tilted his head back and laughed. Her snarling joy drowned out the sound of the storm. Ragnar felt a chill of superstitious dread. He saw two large fangs sticking out of the stranger's mouth. He received the Russian sign! The blood of the gods flowed in her. Truly, he was a magician. Crouching low on the deck, balancing himself slightly despite the movement of the ship, Ragnar turned and went back to the helm. Tears were streaming down his face. He tasted the salt as he licked his panties. As he passed a stranger, a huge wave hit the ship. He felt the pressure of tons of water and fell. The force of the waves lifted him off the deck and knocked him over. Because of the strong waves, he could not see clearly where he was. He knew he would simply be picked up by the ship and face his own fate. He endured his anger and fear. He survived the dragon's mouth, but appears to have been captured by a sea demon. Then iron fingers were attached to his wrists. A great force fought against the power of the sea. Then the water disappeared. In an instant, Ragnar fell to the deck, but was saved by a stranger who chased away the dragon. "Quiet." said the wizards. “It is not my destiny to die here, I think it comes from us.This question struck a terrible terror in Russ's spear deck. Ragnar heard the sound of people shifting uncomfortably in the oar. The wizard's wonderful laugh echoed across the water. “Am I a ghost? Does that sound like a ghost? Will my boots become a ghost if I lick my ass for being rude?Laughter was heard from the deck of another ship. "Then come ashore, wolf priest, welcome here." Bring your friends and let's celebrate.'The strange ship performed a maneuver that seemed supernatural to Ragnar. Without turning your back and returning to the shore in sight of the dragon boat. The sound of the oarsmen's drums brought the Russian spear to life at the wharf. Ragnar followed the Wolf Priest through the streets, not knowing why, but before he had another chance in this life, he followed him and asked questions. The rest of the crew either waited in a tavern near the harbor or wandered scattered about the streets. Ragnar was left alone with the wizard. Ragnar walked through cobbled streets
DETEMPELOFJitON“Russia, have you ever seen anything like this? asked Woolley, surprised at his words. Ragnar looked at his wolf brother and shook his head. He had to admit he wasn't. The harbor was large and strange. A huge bend of black rocks led to a large lake covered with black beaches. There was enough room for thousands of dragonships to meet at once without being overwhelmed, and Ragna knew it was time for trade. People came from overseas to buy ax heads, spear blades and all kinds of metalwork. It wasn't the size of the port that caught Ragnar's attention. There were buildings around. The smaller one, twice the size of the long long hall at the back of the house, was the largest building Ragnar had ever seen in his life. It was very strange that they were built of stone. Stone, Ragnarland thought, shuddering. It was unimaginable. What if it's a big earthquake and you throw them to the ground? Wouldn't an avalanche of falling rocks turn everyone inside into bloody masses? This
The giants rattled like giants pounding the hill. The smell of smoke and hot metal filled Ragnar's nostrils. I wondered if he was the only one in the crowd thinking about the noise and the smell. They crossed the square to match the size of a large building. "This is the Steel Temple." Lanecte Wolfpriest said softly. — And this is where we come from now.Ragnar looked up at the large building. It was the same big, big fortress, but it dwarfed all the surrounding buildings. A hole pierced the wall and glowed like the eyes of a hungry beast. At the top of the building was a huge metal flower the size of a dragon boat. Ragnar could not guess what the target was. A large iron gate blocked the way forward at the beginning of the road. Ragnar's softness and blows made it possible to say that many feet have passed this way over hundreds of years. Above the door are carved strange runes that Ragnar has never seen before. Two guards, armed with iron harpoons, guarded the road. They seemed to b
DEFzSTIVALOF passedRAGNARSMILEED Tension. It's stupid, he told himself. Now he was a man. He swore allegiance to the spirits of his ancestors at the runic altars. He spread his ax and dragonskin shield over the skeleton. He even started to grow dark hair like his wolf brothers. Now he was a man. He might not tempt the girl to dance. Still, he had to admit. Unfortunately, he didn't understand why. A girl named Ana seems to love him. He smiled encouragingly every time he saw her. And, of course, he knew her throughout his childhood. He had no idea what had changed between them, but he knew what had happened. Since returning from Iron Master's Isle, the past month has been different. He couldn't help but laugh as he looked at his clanmate, the Wolf Brothers. They were like boys pretending to be in charge. There was still youth on their lips. I tried imitating the adult warriors, but it still didn't feel right. They looked like guys fighting the Warriors, not the Warriors. But that didn'
The leader was ready and returned to the ranks of the warriors, and the old Skald Imgrim moved quietly, swaying in the fire. The disciples followed him with musical instruments in hand and slowly began to beat to his words. lmogrim took a harp and played several chords. . His fingers moved slowly over the broken string, as if trying to organize his thoughts. Asmil played with his thin, bloodless lips. The light illuminated every seam of his trembling face, making his eyes a deep cavern. His long white beard shone in the flickering light. The crowd held their breath and waited for it to begin. It was quiet all night. Ragnar looked around and saw Ana. He seemed to be looking at her when their eyes met, and she looked down awkwardly at the ground. Aunt Grim Tochant began. His voice was soft and surprisingly resonant, and his words seemed to flow to the beat of the drums. It was as if the great well within him was tapped and slowly but surely it began to flow.In his first major battle, h
He added "The Deed of the Thunderers," their ancestral song, begun in the Lost Age hundreds of generations ago by every Skald who has held their place since. Zharly said that if his people have a heart, it is a shattering memory. It was in these moments that Ragnar realized the truth. Of course I didn't have time to tell the whole story tonight or any other night, so Imogrim made do with the pieces. It refers to the earliest era when humans sailed between spaceships created by God. He told of Ruth, who came to teach the people how to survive in the dark times when an ancient evil shook and conquered the world. He sang of the ancient wars and all their mighty lightning deeds. How Verak's son defeated the dragonHe also asked for an iron chest and the hand of Maya, the spirit of lightning. About how the great navigator Niall sailed the world aboard his mighty ship WindWolf. After night, the trolls came and drove the Lightning Fist from their ancestral lands. He tells how Ragnar's father
Their situation seems to be the same as in the village. They will get married, have children and live together. Now that future, of course, is gone as if someone had burned it. All that was left was blood, ashes, and perhaps the dishonorable life of a slave. He knew he couldn't afford it. What happens? he couldn't stand But he couldn't walk. The same charm that had drawn him to the girl before didn't stop him from leaving now. Instead, he walked up to her, put the ax down, touched her face, traced the line with his finger and tried to memorize it so that if she came into her life, he could take her to hell. . The fact that there would be nothing left and that their lives would end before they even began made her heart pound. He reached out and pulled her in for one last kiss. Their lips touched for a moment and he pushed her away. "Hi." he said softly. - It will be sweet."Let him not take the children of his people," he said. Doing so would put his life in danger. Fights broke out an
FATIGUE surpassed RAGNAR. He felt himself slowing down. The power came from him. The speed has decreased. He blocked a shot from the Grimskull Warrior and retired on the second swing. The tip of the ax slipped from his tunic, leaving a bloody gash on his chest. He took his hand off the hatchet and used another weapon to cut a large chunk off the attacker's hatchet. Behind him were several Grim Skulls. Whoever kills the other two seems to step forward to take their place forever. It doesn't matter to Ragnar. He was just going to kill him, paying the price for killing his father and stealing the life he had been with Ana. He knew that if he set foot in a cold hell, he would meet many people he had killed and that knowledge would make him happy. He regretted that he could not kill them and that he could not subdue the bloody rage that gripped the crowd. The attack felled the next two attackers and Ragnar realized he was powerless. He burned his power like a fire-eating tree in this battl