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| Of Gods and Men. | |
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| Topic Started: Sep 4 2010, 12:24 PM (212 Views) | |
| Aelius | Sep 4 2010, 12:24 PM Post #1 |
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The Nordland, Norway Rolf Stagbrell crawled out of the frigid waters of the North Sea. He ejected from the plane just before it crashed into the sea, and his chute landed less than a mile off the Norwegian coast. He successfully made the swim to the coast, but his body now suffered from hypothermia, and dry clothes were nowhere to be found. He only wished his assault on the British fleet had been more successful. He was the only man to escape the Manchester, and even that was by the skin of his teeth. He got to his feet and began stumbling inland. These fjords were native to him, or might as well have been. His homeland, formerly under Kasnyian occupation, was mere miles away, if he could make the march. He felt the feeling drain from his body, likely from frostbite. In spite of all this, though, he felt eerily at peace, like he had finally returned home. "Well, if I must die, at least I shall die in my homeland." He thought those to be his last words as his legs gave out from under him. He knew his end was at hand, so he attempted to force his body into a dignified position to pass away in. As his eyes began to shut, Stagbrell vaguely saw a bright flash of light and what appeared to be a large, but beautiful woman. As he tried to focus his vision, however, his consciousness gave way and his face fell into the snow. Edited by Aelius, Sep 7 2011, 03:11 PM.
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| Aelius | Sep 5 2010, 11:31 PM Post #2 |
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"Awaken." The Swede's eyes opened as he struggled to his feet. He looked around at the scenery, a majestic sight. Posted Image "Where am I?" "You stand at the edges of Asgard, Rolf Stagbrell. You have been chosen by the Gods for a matter of importance." "Importance? What importance? And who is this?" "The Gods themselves shall reveal their intentions for you, it is not my place. As for who I am..." The light grew bright in front of the man. As he shielded his eyes, a woman materialized before his eyes. "Hey, I saw you just before I lost consciousness." "Indeed. You perished that day in the snow. I have brought you here, on the orders of the Gods. My name is Kára." "You mean I'm dead?" "Yes, but not in the way that mortals know death. You are a very unique individual, Rolf Stagbrell. But we must not wait any longer. Odin awaits your arrival. A bright, golden chariot appeared before them, piloted by flying wolves. Kára and Rolf boarded the chariot as it flew over the chasm into Asgard itself. Harald looked down into Valhalla, the Hall of Fallen Heroes. The chariot landed at the base of a massive palace. The Valkyrie led the mortal into the entrance hall and to the gateway to the chamber of the Gods. She thrust open the door... Edited by Aelius, Sep 7 2011, 03:12 PM.
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| Aelius | Sep 8 2010, 07:17 PM Post #3 |
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Norman Warlord
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Harald looked around in awe at his surroundings. The chamber seemed to not be a chamber at all, but seemed to sit atop a mountain that looked above the entire world. My Lords, Kára spoke, I present Rolf Stagbrell, as you requested, Lord Odin. Thank you, child. Odin rose from his throne and walked down to him. Welcome to Asgard, my son. "This can't actually be happening." Stagbrell was not a small man, but this form of Odin stood over three times his size, nearly twenty feet tall by Harald's estimation. The other Gods in the room, including Baldur, Freya, Frigga, Tyr, Syn, and Njord, stood and watched. Odin laughed heartily. Still skeptical, are we, my boy? Odin shrank down to seven feet tall, a few inches taller than the mortal. I suppose in your modern times, our existence is less known compared to the current mortal beliefs. What is it they call their belief systems in Europe, Genesianism or something? "I wouldn't know. I'm not religious." As are many of the mortals from your lands. But, to the reason I have brought you here. Odin motioned to a large hammer sitting embedded in the side of the mountain. This hammer, Mjolnir, is the greatest weapon in the world. It was once destined for my most powerful son, the Thunder God, Thor. Unfortunately, he disappeared one day millenia ago, and the hammer lay dormant, and the dominions of the Norse fell to the Christian interlopers. "What does this have to do with me, though?" The fact that your death brought you to Asgard itself rather than simply to the underworld is perplexing. Odin stroked his beard. In the span of your mortal life, you have not lived as a hero should. You have engaged in warfare for simple money. Your actions have had no greater purpose for the benefit of others, but more for the benefit of yourself. However, you have shown strong resolve and a clear head in crisis, such as your surrender in what you call Iceland, and the command of battle against the British warships. Had you possessed the necessary manpower, perhaps you and your men could have escaped that battle. It is likely that you have the blood of the divine running through your veins, Rolf Stagbrell. As such, there is a chance that you may be able to remove the Mjolnir from the mountain. You may be my long lost son, or a descendant of his. I request that you attempt to remove the hammer. If you are incapable of doing so, you shall be taken to Valhalla, where you shall live out eternity with the other fallen heroes. If you can move it... well, we shall discuss your future afterward. Stagbrell shrugged his shoulders and walked over to the base of the hammer. He looked at the hammer itself, looking up and down the base. He put his hands on the base and began to pull... Edited by Aelius, Sep 7 2011, 03:14 PM.
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| Aelius | Dec 2 2010, 08:43 PM Post #4 |
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Norman Warlord
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Stagbrell strained with all of his might on the hammer, trying to pull it from the rock. His face flushed and sweat flowing down his brow, the rod stayed in place, not moving an inch. I have seen enough. Odin began to walk toward Stagbrell, who began trying to use his own weight to push down on the hammer. It appears you are not sufficiently powerful to wield the Mjolnir. It was a good attempt, but-- The mountain began to shake. Harald noticed this and began pushing down even harder, with all of the force he could muster. Cracks formed in the mountainside and the very pantheon shook under his feet. With one final pull, Harald pulled Mjolnir from the mountain, as it collapsed. Well done, my boy! Odin applauded. Rolf lifted the hammer up with ease. "It seems so much lighter now." It had chosen you to lift it. Try it out, see the force with which you can wield it. Stagbrell picked up the hammer and banged it against the mountain, as if he were hammering a nail, and the mountain cracked and broke in front of him, as lightning shot out from the impact in all directions. Very good. You see its power. "So now what?" The King of the Gods stroked his beard. For you, I believe the best thing would be to restore the Norse honor in the mortal realm. Many of the lands the Vikings once claimed have descended into anarchy, or are ruled by illegitimate pretenders. Lands of the Normans, the Norwegians, the Rus, Iceland and the like must be brought back into the fold. That is what you must do, Rolf Stagbrell, Great King of the Vikings. Rolf saw a slow, increasingly bright flash of light before losing consciousness. *************** He awoke inside a small cabin. "Ugh... where am I?" "You're back in Norway, Rolf." Kára stood over his bed. "What are you doing here?" "I have taken a mortal form to assist you in your assigned task." She opened a map of Europe. "There is currently no order to speak of in Iceland or in western France, and the government of the nation known as "Metz" may soon fall. If it does, we can be ready. What must be done first, however, is the accumulation of forces for our cause. "And how do we do that?" "There are ways. We have time to consider this..." Edited by Aelius, Sep 7 2011, 03:16 PM.
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| Aelius | Sep 7 2011, 03:51 PM Post #5 |
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Several months had passed without any real activity. Rolf sat at a pier in Norway, Mjolnir over his shoulder and a fishing rod in his hand. It had been a while since Kára described the methods that would be needed to reestablish the Viking Empire. He sighed as he reeled his line back in. "Good day, Rolf." Rolf jumped, dropping his rod into the water. Kára chuckled as Rolf smirked, using the hammer to divide the waters. "I was wondering when you would come back." He stepped off the pier and grabbed his rod. "Any news?" "The lands of the Normans are ripe for unification. Most of France is under no governance whatsoever, and the government over southern England, known as the "English Republic", is horribly divided." "Ah, the joys of parliamentary politics. So what's the plan?" "We will head for the former seat of the Duchy of Normandy, Rouen. We will reestablish the Duchy, and from there, we shall act as necessary to the circumstances." "Sounds good to me. Let's go." Rolf walked up toward to his cabin. "However, there is one item of note. In order to have sufficient claim to any noble titles, we must adopt names of historic nobility. You shall take the name of Robert Plantagenet, and claim superiority over the region. Once you have reestablished the Duchy as Robert III, we shall go from there..." Edited by Aelius, Oct 10 2011, 11:34 AM.
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