Entry #6
The Raid on the Secret
and Forbidden
Archive of Kønugardr
by the warband of
Gorm,
the King-in-Waiting,
Slayer of The Ten Thousand,
in the spring of 971
as witnessed by his right hand
Haraldr the Quick-witted
The Gathering of the Mighty
It came to pass that Gorm's warband assembled outside the Bear King's City for their most dangerous, daring, and desperate undertaking yet, the raid on the Secret Archive. Bright were their weapons and high their spirits, as they gathered to hear mighty Gorm's plan, but just as he was about to speak words of wisdom, carrot-topped Thora, she of the ample bosom and short temper, interrupted,
saying,
“Shut it, Harald!”
Haraldr the Quick-witted, indulgent of the scatterbrained notions of the weak-minded sex, followed the lead of honoured Gorm, who ignored her feeble interruption and, before turning to weightier matters, whispered under his breath,
“Please don't tease her, Haraldr. I need both of you for
the plan.”
So noble Haraldr refrained from teasing She Who Must Not Be Affronted, as Mighty Gorm, the King-in-Waiting, addressed the multitudes,
"I am sure you are all wondering why I have called you up today, and the answer is simplicity itself. My friends, we are going to raid the Secret and Forbidden Archive, that contains the Tablet of Destiny, with provides evidence of my superior lineage.
We need to acquire said evidence using stealth and guile, lest anybody suspect our purpose, and once the king dies, perish the thought but he's an old man, and it could happen any day, he's clearly ga-ga, I wouldn't be surprised if he fell out of a window and broke his neck or speared himself while boar-hunting, forefather Odin forbid, but.. where was I. Right, when he dies, I, Gorm, will reveal myself and claim the throne. You will be greatly rewarded come the day, I hope it goes without saying!"
The warband cheered their leader wildly, clashing their weapons and shouting words of encouragement, except for Bjorn Cowsplitter, he of the great axe, who asked how the archive could be both Secret
and Forbidden, but nobody paid him attention, because he's a berk.
“I have studied the few extant sources, determined the archive's location, and with the aid of my good right hand Haraldr, I have scouted the outer perimeter of the archive. The good news is that since the archive is both Secret AND FORBIDDEN (please emphasize this for the scrolls, Haraldr), it is not large and it is only lightly guarded. A single-story stone building."
The warband listened attentively, and none more attentively than big-eared Ran.
"The bad news is its location; The archive is in the king's compound, next to the Hall of Champions.”
Big-eared Ran interrupted, asking the question that was on everybody's mind, except for that of Haraldr the Quick-witted, for he knew,
saying:
“You mean the old library?”
“The Old Library, yes. Specifically, it is hidden within the Old Library's Inner Sanctum!”
“I didn't know it had an outer sanctum!”
“That's how secret it is!”
Everybody was amazed at this penetrating insight, and expected further words of wisdom, but instead Gorm, the occasionally grumbling leader of the host, said,
“Save it for the sagas, Haraldr. Thora's got a point. Your sotte voce narration is distracting and you aren't a Skjald yet to carry if off convincingly.”
Haraldr the humble realized that perhaps, just perhaps, supreme Gorm had a point, as the warband cheered his words. Never one to let down a friend in need, Gorm suggested, gently,
“Can't you just scribble some notes?"
Haraldr the humiliated began taking notes.
The Plan
"Since this is a secret raid on the SAFA, we cannot afford to be identified, we cannot afford for to leave any evidence of our transgression, and we cannot afford to fail. Speed and stealth be our guide, we must be like knights of mist and shadow!" spake Gorm.
"I'm not a knight," objected slack-jawed Thora, which Gorm wisely ignored.
"There is only one entrance and it is, of course, guarded at all times. We must bypass the guards. Past the guards is the Warden of the Portal. The Warden must be distracted. Past the Warden is the Maze. Within the heart of the Maze lies the door to the SAFA. Within the SAFA its Protector lies in wait. The Protector must be tricked. With me so far?" asked Gorm the Cunning.
"What Protector," asked big-eared Ran. "Guards = Library axemen. Warden = Librarian. But who's the Protector?"
"
The Serpent."
"That's it, I'm out," said Thordis Skullsmasher. "Sorry, Gorm, but that's too hot for me. If
The Serpent so much as catches a whiff of me, it will all end in fire and tears.
"What's the problems with serpents?" asked Aznar the Frank, a recent addition to the warband.
"Not
a serpent, Aznar-you-idiot.
The Serpent. The
Bear King's Serpent. Get it?" Ill-mannered Thora interjected.
"So the king has a pet serpent?", clueless Aznar continued. "I believe the kings in the northern isles used to have hundreds of the things in their serpent pits; Venomous serpents all over the place in those days; I heard this great story about your ancestor Ragnarr Hairy-breeks, and.."
"This one is... larger. I believe you call them dragons out west." Gorm told his sworn man solemnly.
"Dragons! The King has DRAGONS?"
"Just one, and she's domesticated but has a vicious temper. The female serpents often do. We cannot fight her, and we cannot outthink her, but to look on the bright side, she is unlikely to kill without provocation. Thanks to Harald's good work I know her weakness, so I am sure I can trick her, for am I not in cunning unsurpassed?"
And the warband granted that it was so.
"So listen very carefully, my sworn men", Gorm began bombastically, and noticing that mount Thora was about to erupt, adroitly continued, "and women, for I shall say this only once:
The plan is as follows:
- Full operational security! Codenames only.
- We infiltrate the city dressed as poor woodcutters on our first visit to the BKC and make our way to the OL
- Rn, Bjrn, vr, and znr the Frnk start a brawl outside the OL, distracting the guards
- The rest of us enter the OL and ask the WOP for directions to the nearest mead-hall
- Thrds and Hrld will engage in traditional woodcutter dance-fight if this is not enough to distract the WOP
- While the WOP is distracted, the rest of us will enter the OS of the OL
- Within the OS, we will pose as poor woodcutters who have discovered literacy and lacking mead decided to better ourselves by reading the latest news from some of the smaller runestones in the current affairs section
- The CA section of the OS in the OL is next to the MZ, which is where we split the party
- Thr and Grm will seek the HRT of the MZ
- If anybody interferes with the search, Thr will use her feminine wiles to distract him
- Once at the HRT of the MZ, GRM will enter the IS
- In the IS, GRM will face the SRPNT
- ...
- PROFIT!
- Run for the hills! Sneakily.
Any questions?
"Can't I just hit them with my axe?"
"Speed and Stealth, Thora! Not bloody murder, remember?" long-suffering Gorm corrected the warrior-maid.
"But I don't
have any femine wiles. Why don't YOU do it," wrathful Thora suggested, staring daggers at her chief.
Gorm paled as the warband reacted to this suggestion with studied neutrality and a few sniggers, for nobody wanted to affront Thora the Pissed Off, especially not when she had her axe to hand.
"Fine. We'll pretend to be lovers sneaking into the MAZ for a bit of privacy. How do you like that?" he grinned, and easily ducked her flying axe, only to crumble from an unexpected and decidedly unfair kick to the groin.
"Fine with me," excessively violent Thora, the Maid from Hel, told cross-eyed Gorm, "I like a boy with spirit!"
"Now, are there any OTHER questions?" groaned distressed Gorm, but everybody was too embarassed to speak up, except for brainless Thordis Skullsmasher.
"Will you intercede on my behalf if my mother discovers my participation?" asked Thordis, which was a damn silly question that made me wish I hadn't brought her along to the Gathering of The Mighty, but when my older sister is in town, and she's such a renowned fighter, and most of all when she caught me as I was going to the meeting and threatened to tell mom, how could I have left her behind?
"No. Tricking
The Serpent is dangerous enough as it is. Our only hope is that she considers my presence a harmless prank. Motion dismissed."
Thus began the fateful Raid on the Secret and Forbidden Archive.
The Infiltration of the City
REDACTED woodcutters REDACTED and a bear that REDACTED cheese.
FOR THE GOOD OF THE REALM, THIS CHAPTER HAS BEEN CENSORED BY THE WILL OF THE BEAR QUEEN.
The Traditional Dance-Fight
REDACTED
"I can't believe you forgot the bells," annoyed Thordis exclaimed, as they started to dance.
REDACTED Blood all over the place REDACTED
"Of all things anglo-saxon, why did our ancestors adopt this?" asked curious Thora, and Quick-witted Haraldr was quick to set the record straight.
FOR THE PROTECTION OF MORRIS DANCERS, THIS CHAPTER HAS BEEN CENSORED BY THE WILL OF THE BEAR QUEEN.
The Maze
Kicking the head under a shelf, fire-haired Thora attempted to console Gorm the disconsolate, as he REDACTED his REDACTED.
"Let's try again in a few years?" modest Thora suggested.
AFTER THIS UNFORTUNATE AXE INCIDENT, THORA IS FORBIDDEN HER AXE UNTIL SHE LEARNS RESTRAINT.
FOR THE PRESERVATION OF STATE SECRETS, THIS CHAPTER HAS BEEN CENSORED BY THE WILL OF THE BEAR QUEEN.
The Victory of Gorm
REDACTED REDACTED AND HEAVILY REDACTED
...and ever-victorious Gorm escaped with the Tablet of Destiny while
The Serpent was REDACTED with a REDACTED.
FOR THE PRESERVATION OF STATE SECRETS, THIS CHAPTER HAS BEEN CENSORED BY THE WILL OF THE BEAR QUEEN.
The Serpent's Surprise
When the warband gathered after the raid, dumbstruck Gorm discover that the stolen tablet was blank. He had read about disappearing ink, but disappearing carvings? What manner of sorcery was this?
Quick-witted Haraldr spoke up,
saying,
FOR THE PRESERVATION OF STATE SECRETS, THIS CHAPTER HAS BEEN CENSORED BY THE WILL OF THE BEAR QUEEN. THE TABLETS OF DESTINY WERE NEVER ENDANGERED.
The Punishment of Gorm
"Spare the rod and spoil the child," said
The Serpent, as she pulled up her sleeves.
FOR THE DIGNITY OF THE SONS OF THE BEAR KING, EVEN THE SONS BY LESSER WOMEN, THIS CHAPTER HAS BEEN CENSORED BY THE WILL OF THE BEAR QUEEN.
The Punishment of Thordis and Haraldr
REDACTED hurt while sitting for a week, and he regretted giving lip.
The End.
BECAUSE HARALDR, NOT GORM, WILL BE KING, THIS CHAPTER HAS BEEN CENSORED BY THE WILL OF THE BEAR QUEEN.