For honor: Highlander; A new threat rising. (story in description)
0Within the confines of a recently captured fortress Eivar and his army had occupied a large chunk of land along the viking coast, crippling them from any further attacks on his lands. He and his vengeful blade, that was strapped to his back, placed up and down a room, awaiting a answer to his call to the nearby viking commanders of other fortresses, any possible messages that accepted his challenge of combat. The dim light of candles lighting hallways and a torch hastily mounted to the wall of his newly occupied quarters, he began to settle and instead of waiting on acceptance of his challenge, he began plotted more conquests, supply lines, troop movements, strategic skirmishes to incite fear as well as weaken their forces throughout exhaustion. The men on the walls and in the keep spoke of his savagery, his unyielding nature and yet took very little notice of the man's cunning for strategy, save for a few lower ranking officers, but they all underestimated his ability in one way or another, as did a good few Viking commanders in their fortresses, sending messengers and preparing armour and weapons. The night paced on slowly, a pace akin to a snail stuck in tar, expectation, no, anticipation of the response to his deadly game, Eivar sat quietly within his room, the candles slowly dimming, the torch fading, until all that was left was the soft, bone white light of the moon cast upon the table, across maps and documents, and glinted on his blade, a boon for his predatorial mind, a wolf by nature, hunting and stalking. The maps a dense forest, the fortresses marked upon them wounded elk, the large weapon by his side are his fangs, and he is the wolf, every skirmish a slow step and then a quick bite at the elk's legs, every patrol and supply line taken and destroyed progressively cornering the prey, ready to go for the throat upon execution of every plan, idea and thought in his mind.
It was when the heavy bootsteps carrying fragments of dirt and ash came upon his door with a knock that Eivar knew what was to come next and with a smile he looked to the door. "come in then, what is the news"
messengers walked in with four signed documents, four promises upon their confidence in Eivar's defeat by the viking commanders blades and axe heads that were met with a careful analysis by Eivar, two of his challengers wanted to bring their men to watch, Eivar allowed this, knowing if they tried to attack his fortress he had men on either side ready to flank from down the roads, and the other two were to face him with no spectators, just to deal with him like rubbish, insignificant nonsense that must be eradicated, he was glad to place them first on his list for the follow day.
It was with a grin that Eivar sent the messengers out to deliver to his own acceptance of terms, and upon their exit he went to lie down for the night, dreaming of battle, until a warrior of white pierced his dreams, a samurai, he took heed of this dream and made a mental note, to study more of them in days to come.
Within the Samurai strongholds, Eivars exploits so far were not taken lightly, they were observed and taken into account, documented and studied, they had suffered great losses already due to a similar beast, Hjalmer, the celtic curse, the inspiration for the new order that had formed Eivar. But studies were one part, the other came from a man in dark robes, of significant age now since his battle with the scourge that had caused so much harm to their people. This man was training a student, a disciple, instructing to him harshly with every mistake and misstep that his possible opponent is just as, if not more, dangerous, ruthless, determined and wrathful than his predecessor, that the master had got lucky for Hjalmer being weakened by battle by the time he reached him, that even as a weakened enemy, Hjalmer was deadly and precise and that this new threat, this...blood starved beast as described by survivors of the battlefields he carved through could be far worse. The young man, blade in hand took it all to heart, took it all in mind, perfection was needed, and conviction and determination a requirement, but he did not lack determination, the images of the Old Celtic warrior slaying warriors, burning Japanese homes and structures and destroying families were branded, burned, stapled and beaten into his mind.
A line in the sand drawn, new competitors rising to meet one another battle by battle whether knowingly or not. The game is in motion, armies mounting and fortresses doubling efforts to maintain security.
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