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The Blinding Light
A normal day in Svealand
Spoiler :
“Looks like we’ll be drifting here for some time,” Haraald says. He and Gustav stare into the misty darkness.
“Yes, this fog doesn’t seem to be lifting any time soon.” Sven, leader of the plunderers, walks over to join the two. “How are the preparations going Sven?”
“Well, we still have no signs of the other six ships in the fleet. All we can hope for is that they follow the moon and we all meet up after the clearance of this fogs”
“At least we still have the moon to guide us.” Haraald points out. The three stare into the darkness for some more time. “Well, let us get some sleep and hope the fog clears by dawn.”
“Yes, let us hope.” Sven and Gustav walk away leaving only Haraald standing on the deck. Haraald remembers his father, Gothar the Great, and how he united the tribes into Svealand. He looks up to the sky and prays. “Father, you know how to survive this, please father, guide me on my journey.” On that note, Haraald left to get some troublesome sleep and prepare for the day of looting and plundering, sure to bring riches and honor to his land.
The morning came quickly and Haraald arose to enthusiastic yells and cries of relief from Gustav, Sven, and others on the other six ships. He walked onto the deck and saw the skies were clear and their voyage could go on. Gustav came up to Haraald.
“Great day isn’t it. We got the men all prepared for our landing.” Gustav spoke with enthusiasm. Like most of the 45 men in the fleet, he took being selected to the journey with great honor and pride. “By the way, when are when set to land.”
“Look, Land,” prepare for the landing!” Sven shouts. Haraald organizes his men when the ships land on the beaches of Aalvord. He starts to walk them into a trail through the forested land.
“Onwards we have to explore this new land!” They kept walking through a small stream and then a soldier saw fire in the distance.
“Smoke! In the distance!”
“Aye!” the rest of the soldiers shouted.
“Let us go and take anything valuable and bring it back for Svealand!” Haraald rallies his troops as the march on towards the village. Walking to the village, they are met by cries of anguish by the ill-prepared villagers. A few of the able men try to fist fight the incoming pillagers, but to no avail. After the skirmish with the villagers, the plunderers ransack every hut in the village taking anything with appeal to them. After letting the villagers go, Haraald orders all of his men to let them be and they walk victoriously through the path back to their moored ships, setting sail back to Svealand as the sun starts to set and the journey home lit by the moonlight.
“Yes, this fog doesn’t seem to be lifting any time soon.” Sven, leader of the plunderers, walks over to join the two. “How are the preparations going Sven?”
“Well, we still have no signs of the other six ships in the fleet. All we can hope for is that they follow the moon and we all meet up after the clearance of this fogs”
“At least we still have the moon to guide us.” Haraald points out. The three stare into the darkness for some more time. “Well, let us get some sleep and hope the fog clears by dawn.”
“Yes, let us hope.” Sven and Gustav walk away leaving only Haraald standing on the deck. Haraald remembers his father, Gothar the Great, and how he united the tribes into Svealand. He looks up to the sky and prays. “Father, you know how to survive this, please father, guide me on my journey.” On that note, Haraald left to get some troublesome sleep and prepare for the day of looting and plundering, sure to bring riches and honor to his land.
The morning came quickly and Haraald arose to enthusiastic yells and cries of relief from Gustav, Sven, and others on the other six ships. He walked onto the deck and saw the skies were clear and their voyage could go on. Gustav came up to Haraald.
“Great day isn’t it. We got the men all prepared for our landing.” Gustav spoke with enthusiasm. Like most of the 45 men in the fleet, he took being selected to the journey with great honor and pride. “By the way, when are when set to land.”
“Look, Land,” prepare for the landing!” Sven shouts. Haraald organizes his men when the ships land on the beaches of Aalvord. He starts to walk them into a trail through the forested land.
“Onwards we have to explore this new land!” They kept walking through a small stream and then a soldier saw fire in the distance.
“Smoke! In the distance!”
“Aye!” the rest of the soldiers shouted.
“Let us go and take anything valuable and bring it back for Svealand!” Haraald rallies his troops as the march on towards the village. Walking to the village, they are met by cries of anguish by the ill-prepared villagers. A few of the able men try to fist fight the incoming pillagers, but to no avail. After the skirmish with the villagers, the plunderers ransack every hut in the village taking anything with appeal to them. After letting the villagers go, Haraald orders all of his men to let them be and they walk victoriously through the path back to their moored ships, setting sail back to Svealand as the sun starts to set and the journey home lit by the moonlight.