Following the utterly dull events in Britain, it came as a relief to enter the mouth of the Seine river and begin our journey through mainland Europe. We could not, of course, travel through Roman occupied territory without some subversion. Stopping at the mouth of the Seine, we utilized forged travel documents (crafted with care by Amadi 🗡 🗡 ) to pass through the Roman blockade, … Continue reading A Peaceful Interlude
Following the debacle in Le Crotoy, we made our way rapidly across the channel to Britain. Along our way, we sighted a pod of sea cats, which we proceeded to hunt for sport. We slaughtered the lot of them and, upon arriving at port in Britain, were received with much celebration for saving the town from the sea cat menace. There is little to be … Continue reading We’re the Heroes
After sailing along the coast for several days, one night we set anchor in a peaceful cove along the shore at the edge of the Celtic lands. The land all about the cove was thrown up in a regular arc, much as the earth wrinkles and mounds around the impact site of a boulder, cast afield by an onager. The shore was rocky. The hillsides … Continue reading We’re Off a Boat
Waking at the tip of a bright fingered dawn, we made ready to leave the fallow grounds of that mining settlement and journey to the west. Amadi 🗡 🗡 assured me that the Egyptian assassins he pursued were traveling westward along the coast, possibly in an effort to make their way around the coast of Espana and return to their native land. Following them seemed a … Continue reading A New Friend, An Old Accomplice
I find myself cast out from my homeland, set adrift upon the waves with naught but my longboat, a skeleton crew of worthy seamen, and a brand of vengeance burning within my chest. I am betrayed. The gods have looked down upon me from the heights of Asgard and made a mockery of my ambition. They have seen fit to tear away that which is … Continue reading Thats My Mine!