Chapter 10: Wherein the Great Battle happens.
The men and women of Nidaros had prepared on the behalf of their King for many moons, and their new king had been quite adamant in his desires, an army of Axeman that would more than double the Norse fighters. Now, they Vi-Kings had no idea what this army would be used for, whispers of conquering the Siamese or the Celts had spread like wildfire, everyone theorizing that the kingdom could be expanded easily, if they aim to wherever. Freys old generals all believed that it had more to do with finding and destroying Surtr, and the truly religious believed that the unit was being raised in an effort to bring back Rigg from Valhalla. Many young men were enlisted, sometimes willingly, but most often by force. Still, however, the majority of people found that this time was somewhat prosperous, but not noteworthy,
If, however, you were amongst the privileged few, it was believed, that you knew the true reason. This reason had something to do with Uppsala, and all grew deadly quiet at that idea. However, Gustav and Harald rejoiced in the planned reveal of our plot, which had no confirmed date, no fanfare, was being held in a back alley at night and wouldnt be a big deal, but that was what they wanted. After all, somebody else has to understand the idea.
The were polishing an axe, specifically the War-Axe of Ragnar, when their king burst into the room, with an army at his back.
Yngvild had taken quite well to Kinghood, his frame having filled out, his beard having grown, and other such things. His current expression was one he had come up with early in his reign, one eye closed, the other eye squinting, one half of his mouth is a frown, and a nostril flaring. It was almost like a code, it told everyone in the palace that something was going to happen whether they liked it or not. This time, he was in full armour, and that silenced his Harald and Gustav.
Give me the Axe. Yngvild ordered, Im leaving on the reconquest of Uppsala. Preferably today.
What if we dont give you it? asked the always-curious Harald.
Then I will gut you, and feed your skin to a rat. Ungvild said in a way that made it seem serious.
Of course! But first a question. replied Gustav.
What? inquired Yngvild.
Whats got you all worked up?
Surtr sent me a Swedes head, threatening to send a thousand more unless I meet him in battle soon.
Both Harald and Gustav exchanged a knowing look, before handing their leader the War-Axe of Ragnar, and getting their own armour and weapons ready, each took a war horn and blasted it out towards the army. It was a trained response, when the horns blared, the armies would come without fail, as if they were hounds in the guise of men. They would march to the east under the banner of Yngvild, Three Blue Boars over a yellow ground.
In Asgard meanwhile, Odin was preparing his forces, small though the may be. His Valkyries were awakening the Einharjar of Valhalla, and all were getting ready. But there was one in particular that Odin had to prep, he sighed at the thought, and went into the Ravens Eyries. There he found Rigg, the great king, standing with both Hugin and Mugin upon his shoulders, eyes closed and mind in prayer. The Raven King then turned to face the Allfather, a deadly calm coming over his features.
Are you ready for what you must do Rigg? asked Odin.
More than ready. Replied Rigg grimly.
Well, we should go to lead the troops in the upcoming battle.
I suppose.
The Allfather and the Raven King walked through Valhalla, looking at the still human Einharjar and Valkyries, and both rueing what this trip would transform them into. Both men thought sombre thoughts of the millennia ahead, and each went about readying themselves.
After many hours, the host of Asgard departed for New Midgard, but as the walked along the Rainbow Bridge, Bifrost, a terrible curse came upon them.
The first victims were the Valkyries, whom fused with their horses, creating beings that were called Valkyrintaurs, horses bodies with torsos and bodies of women. The transformation made them more beastly, but added to their grand nobility. Their minds, however, were cracked, and the had very little stability, and many called them mad because of this.
Then the Einharjar succumbed, they transformed into terrible beasts, with the heads of boars, the paws of bears, the claws of panthers, and the bodies of men. They, however, were left with their minds somewhat intact, and they could still wield weapons. Their name was no different than what it was before, although the change was altogether too noticeable to not make an impact.
20,000 ravens flew over the host, and so began the Grand Transformation. Riggs hair, and beard were turned into pitch-black feathers, his eyes turned from human eyes, to raven eyes, and he could see all that he wanted to. The ravens flew into his body, merging with Rigg to become one being. Two Pairs of wings sprouted at his back, and in that instant Rigg flew, or was the creature still Rigg? It had many of the same tendencies, but it was much more cold, and calculating. Most agree that it is Rigg to some extent, but he goes by a much different name now, he is called Ravigg, God of Ravens, Night, Strategy, Young Children, and Justice.
Odin sees this and is both pleased, and mortified at the same time, but it was all for a cause more important than any that he had when he was just Tyr, this was one of several events that could decide the fate of the universe.
Meanwhile on New Midgard, the armies of Frey stood outside of the City of Uppsala, which was under the control of Surtr, they saw the scorched remains of walls, and many buildings, though the monument Yngvild had erected as a podium still stood, a cruel mockery of the man who had created the city, regular patrols of spearmen kept the enslaved Swedes and Danes inside the city, the terrible black and red banner of Surtr looking everywhere, as if each was a part of the Allfathers allseeing eyes. The whole thing was a testament to hatred of the world as it was, and the ever burning bonfires added an eery feeling.
By Thors Ghost. Muttered Harald, who had been sent to check on the state of defenses. The Surtrians turned this town into a forretress.
Harald ran towards the camp that the army had set up, and bolted towards the tent that had been set up for Yngvild. The men of the army were preparing, sharpening their axes, shining their armour, telling as many as they can their wills, the usual preparations for a terrible battle.
As Harald rather loudly burst into the tent, he found Yngvild conversing with a strange creature, and a One Eyed man. The man looked almost like Odin, but wasnt otherworldly enough, but the creature was the interesting one. Harald looked upon this man, and saw a face that was familiar, but a beard that looked as though it was made of feathers was almost the end of all doubt, it was of the same cut as someone, but Harald couldnt place it, then he saw the mischievous glint in the eyes, and he knew without a doubt that he was Rigg brought back from the grave. The black wings offset this, as did the raven eyes, but it was clearly the same man.
Ah, Harald, excellent, Odin and Ravigg were telling me of the state of defenses, and I have decided that we will be attacking the city on the morrow. said Yngvild, acting as if having their patron god and their first king, now another god, talking to him was no big deal.
Harald put aside his awe, and left, knowing that legend would be made that morning.
The Morning had come, and the armies of Surtr and Frey stood across from each other, and both glared. The strange forces on both sides were noteworthy, after all, there were Fire Giants on one side, and Valkyrintaurs, Einharjar, two gods, and one future god on the other. Both sides were waiting for some invisible, imperceivable signal to engage, and you could cut the tension in the air with a knife. THen, the signal was given, and the two sides rushed at each other, both wanting to win in this deadly embrace, a cloud of ravens hovered over the battlefield, and were a formidable weapon in the hands of Ravigg, who directed them to capture the Surtrians and take them to a place in between the worlds, to be brought back at the end of the battle.
Yngvild felt the presence of Surtr long before he actually saw him, and even the chaos of battle seemed to melt before him. He was emitting heat that turned his golden armor into molten metal, and any blade that happened to touch the armour melted into a mess that dressed the battlefield in a silver pool of hurt. The flaming beard, and hair of Surtr spread a web of scars over every part of his body. His sword was living fire, and his eyes burned with the intensity of a thousand suns.
Yngvild walked towards him, bearing the War-Axe of Ragnar, and a brilliant blue light pulsated from him in a strange way, and Yngvild grew and seemed to have hair made of pure gold.
The Axe hit the molten armour of Surtr, and did barely anything, or at least, it seemed so, but then a frost set upon the gash, and froze that part of the armour.
Then Surtr slashed at Yngvilds Arm, and fused his armour together, not just itself was fused, but it became one with his arm, and Yngvild could still move it.
Yngvild Struck again, and caused a shockwave of cold, freezing many people on both side, and killing many Fire Giants. Surtrs armour showed another gash.
The exchange continued as such, with Yngvild slowly becoming one with his armour, and Surtr becoming more and more wounded, until a great bolt came down from the sky.
In that bolt, the magic was given to Yngvild, and he used but a single spell, it created a sea in Surtr mind, snuffing out the blazes that was his thoughts.
When the field looked upon the battle, they found Yngvild, triumphantly holding Surtrs head.
Odin was not used to having the company of another Aesir, and Ravigg was one that he had hoped to put off creating, but that couldnt be helped. The two had similar thought processes, and both were insanely powerful, but there was one other, and he still had a legacy to leave.