[RFC Europe] The Empire of the North

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Hello CFC! This is your King SouthernKing. This story will be played as the :viking:s on RFC Europe. This story will be written POU/The Celestial Bureaucracy style.

This story will be a chronicle of the rise of the Norse from a tribal chiefdom to a sea-spanning empire from the point of view of common people. Each part will take place at one moment in Norse history. Chapters will take place a few decades or so apart. The characters will definitely change, and most will appear in only one chapter.

First part sometime this week. Suggestions/comments are always welcome!


Prologue: Thor's Hammer (780 AD)
Chapter 1: First Conquests (796 AD)
Chapter 2: The Aftermath of Victory (849 AD)
Chapter 3: The Last of the Gauls (856 AD)
Chapter 4: The Messenger (903 AD)
Chapter 5: Opening of the Gate (939 AD)
 
I could've sworn you already had a story on this.
 
:lol:

So, taking bets on how long it will take this one to die. :D :p
 
I have the strangest sense of deja vu... :D :p

I'll be following this, once again.
 
Do you know the Swedish flip zone now? lets see if you can choose some better city spots :p.
 


Spoiler :
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Ulf walked the path to Roskilde.

Roskilde was probably the most important town in all of Denmark. For hundreds of years prior to 780, the Danes had farmed, fished, and traded between their small towns and villages along the Danish coast.

But today, that was all about to change, although nobody knew it.

Ulf was a trader. He was finally coming home after two years away from Roskilde. Ulf was looking forward to seeing his home again.

Ulf felt someone tap his shoulder. He whirled around, drawing his knife.

"Hello brother," grinned the man.

Ulf put the knife down. It was Wuffa, Ulf's brother. Wuffa owned a farm outside the town. "What are you doing this far from your home?"

Wuffa grinned, "Looking for you, of course!"

Ulf sighed. Wuffa was like this. Ulf would never get the real story. "So, brother," asked Wuffa. "What wonderful far-off places have you gone to?"

"Well, I sailed to this far-off island. It is called England. It is a dirty, filthy place under control of squabbling kings. Just like here, but there is the filth everywhere."

Wuffa laughed. "We Vikings will go everywhere, yet we always complain about the filth!"

Wuffa and Ulf were nearing the edge of the town. Roskilde was a typical Viking town, with thatched roofs and dirt roads. Nobody had bothered to ever count the number of people living there, but if anyone had, the number would have been around 2000 or so.

In the distance, storm clouds were brewing. A few people noticed, but most ignored them and just continued whatever it was that they were doing, including Wuffa and Ulf.

The brothers began to walk through the town, chatting about their lives. They stopped when they entered the town center, basically a large lawn surrounded by shops and the Chief's house.

An obese man and two guards walked out of the Chief's house. "That", Wuffa pointed out. "is our Chief Bjorn. Always drunk." Wuffa spat.

Suddenly, a massive rainstorm came. Many people ran indoors, including the Chief. Wuffa and Ulf stayed where they where.

Suddenly, there was a strike of lightning not far from where the brothers were standing. The bolt hit the Chief's House. Instantly, fire erupted from inside the hut.

The rain quickly doused the fire, but it was too late. The Chief was dead.

Townsfolk rushed to try to salvage anything from the house. Wuffa and Ulf rushed in to help.

Inside the burned-out stone building, two guards were using buckets of water to douse a small fire in the main room. Next to the fire was a badly burned body. Bjorn's left shinbone was sticking out through the charred flesh and skin.

Ulf shook his head. "We don't have a chief."

Wuffa spat. "The fat idiot deserved it."

As the brothers stepped back outside, they saw a crowd of people cheering on a young man holding a large axe in his right hand over his head. "Who is that?" asked Ulf.

"Him, brother, is Olaf, son of Olaf. He has challenged Bjorn for six months now. It looks like Thor himself wants him to be our chief."

Nobody had any idea of knowing, but the events of that fateful day would forge an empire.
 
[party] He updated for once! :D

How is Roskilde already unhealthy at size two, anyhow?
 
Marshes.
An interesting font size choice and I am liking the story as well.
 
Ah, I understand.
 
Looks good.
 
:agree:
 
SouthernKing said:
For some odd reason, size 4 looks best on my comp. So it will stay for the time being.
Click to expand...
Well, you could see if setting the Desktop resolution to one preferred by your monitor (aka your monitor's "native" resolution) helps.

Also, in your web browser, you could try holding down the Ctrl key and scrolling the mouse wheel upwards, which should increase the font sizes for your failing eyes. :eek2:
 
Lies! Lies and slander! :shifty:
 
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