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 Far into the eastern seas lies a paradise, the Garden, great grandmother Umglie recites again. Her health is failing in the bitter winter air but her voice remains strong as I can remember. Umglie is the last of the Ship-Born but I fear God of Death, Hades, may come for her soon as he comes for everyone. When He does come for her, our last link to the Garden will be lost. I have heard her stories many times. I know not how old she is but what she recites, I remember well. Perhaps one day, when we have found our talisman, Hammer of Thor, the gods will calm the eastern seas again and let us sail back to the Garden. We are the Childen of the Garden, remnants of what was once a powerful race of Vikings. Our fleet of drakkars ruled the seas like a vice grip. Our beserks crushed the Emperium legions to the south and plundered Hibernia to the west. With our new forged iron, resistance was futile. |
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oath-breaker. A lendmann nobility who broke his fealty
with Konge Olaf, King of the Vikings, in the year 786 of
the Third Cycle. As Umglie recite many times before,
Deluth came down with greed one dark night and slew Olaf
in his sleep. Deluth took from his king the Hammer of
Thor, the most sacred talisman from God of Thunder
himself. That one act broke the Covenant of the Vikings
to the gods. Then snow fell and Storms came. The gods
unleased their fury as howling winds and vicious waves
sunk most of the drakkars. What the cold didnt kill, the
stronger few took with them and sail out of the Garden.
It was told that Umglie herself was born on the ship, in
the voyage to the new home. We, the Children of the Garden, searches on for our lost talisman. For one day, when it is found, we will mend our Covenant with the gods. One day, perhaps soon, we will sail for home on the eastern horizon. |
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