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Prologue - SviÞjod, 867-------------------------post 1 (below)
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SviÞjod, 1 January, 867
The Swedish Chronicle, part 1
A god appeared to one King Bjorn Ironside on this day. Or one who appeared to be a god, at least.
The tale goes that Bjorn had recently returned from a raid to hear that his brothers were gathering for their notorious invasion of England. The troops had been gathered and the King himself was on his way to join them.
Following is a transcript of writings thought to have been dictated by the King himself.
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He turned up when I was leaving the house. Armour on, ax in hand, I'd been about to walk out the door. Something stopped me. I turned around slowly.
There he was.
He must have been the Allfather. He had the bearing of somebody very old, but the body of someone around my own age. There is no doubt he was not of Midgard.
I tried to speak, but failed. What do you say to a god?
He opened his mouth and spoke these words:
"Don't go to England, Ironside."
I could only force myself to reply: "What?"
"Don't go to England. If you go, you die. Stay here. Attack the king of Smaland in the south."
Then he just... walked out.
I stood frozen for three seconds, then recovered the presence of mind to run out the door after him and yell out: "Who are you?"
Don't ask.
The answer came from somewhere far off. Then a wind that felt like it was from Asgard blew at me, making me drop my weapons in shocked surprise. A noise filled my ears, throbbing and loud but not unpleasant.
Then... nothing.
I saw a god.
I won't be coming to England.
Prologue - SviÞjod, 867-------------------------post 1 (below)
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SviÞjod, 1 January, 867
The Swedish Chronicle, part 1
A god appeared to one King Bjorn Ironside on this day. Or one who appeared to be a god, at least.
The tale goes that Bjorn had recently returned from a raid to hear that his brothers were gathering for their notorious invasion of England. The troops had been gathered and the King himself was on his way to join them.
Following is a transcript of writings thought to have been dictated by the King himself.
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He turned up when I was leaving the house. Armour on, ax in hand, I'd been about to walk out the door. Something stopped me. I turned around slowly.
There he was.
He must have been the Allfather. He had the bearing of somebody very old, but the body of someone around my own age. There is no doubt he was not of Midgard.
I tried to speak, but failed. What do you say to a god?
He opened his mouth and spoke these words:
"Don't go to England, Ironside."
I could only force myself to reply: "What?"
"Don't go to England. If you go, you die. Stay here. Attack the king of Smaland in the south."
Then he just... walked out.
I stood frozen for three seconds, then recovered the presence of mind to run out the door after him and yell out: "Who are you?"
Don't ask.
The answer came from somewhere far off. Then a wind that felt like it was from Asgard blew at me, making me drop my weapons in shocked surprise. A noise filled my ears, throbbing and loud but not unpleasant.
Then... nothing.
I saw a god.
I won't be coming to England.
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