Mount and blade warband turmoil across the stars

#MOUNT AND BLADE WARBAND TURMOIL ACROSS THE STARS SERIES#

#MOUNT AND BLADE WARBAND TURMOIL ACROSS THE STARS SERIES#

Not far into this new terrain Jorvik found a series of stones set out as boundary markers. The clouds were abating and soon the winds came to little more than a soft breeze. The land continued further with grassy hills, rolling gently they seemed fresh and greener under the midday sun. Cursing the sharp twigs and pine-cones that pricked his feet underfoot he eventually came to a clearing laden with felled trees and splintered stumps. No edible vegetation could he find though Jorvik was comforted as the sun rose to midday, breaking through the canopy in rays that warmed his bare body. He found himself using his hands as much as his feet to claw his way past low branches and huddled tree trunks.

Now less exposed he trod carefully through the thick bracken that carpeted the soily ground. Wading from one side to the other Jorvik could continue forth until finally reaching the woodlands shelter. The land was unforgiving however, sloping sharply only to abruptly rise again, often into small creeks where tall reeds hugged the edges as it wound its way back towards the sea. Rubbing his arms for warmth and coughing up salty sea water he scurried ahead naked in hope of aid.ДЄs Jorvik sought his way ahead the crashing waves grew silent as the winds waned from their swirling gusts. Proceeding ahead would be a matter of luck more than skill. Lurking from hidden dens they kept keen eyes upon their surroundings, on watch to ambush a rival or ensnare an easy gain such as Jorvik. Smugglers and slavers were rampant on all coasts. Slavery was profitable and not all here desired a life of hard labour with poor returns.

There were many who could benefit from a stranded soul such as Jorvik. Reaching one of these villages however could be difficult. Though many Norsemen would come to pillage these desolate farmers some would arrive peacefully as hopeful immigrants or eager traders, either he could pose as. Should they suspect his original purpose was to raid and plunder their hard earned goods he would find his last days spent locked in the village stocks, humiliated and left to starve, he was sure. Jorvik would need to beg for their kindness if he had any hope of surviving the next few days. A land of poor Irish farmers and shepherds that resided in small hamlets made of wood and thatch. This was the northern lands of the isle Hibernia. Further to his west he could see the outlay of a woodland, tall and shadowy it swayed. Rising steadily into the distance the land crept towards the foot of a great mountain, dark and jagged it reached high into the encircling clouds. A vast landscape of grey hills and old stones as large as huts were standing before him. Looking back he could see no other survivors, nor food or clothing that the sea had cared to spare. Grabbing handfuls of grass Jorvik pulled himself up the embankment. He was weak, tired and alone but unlike his sunken longboat he was not completely ruined. Beaten by cold winds and bruised from his rough arrival he slowly stumbled forward. Desperate and close to death he laughed, shaking his fist back out to sea he shouted, вЂњThor protects me still!вЂќ Now Jorvik was isolated and alone, trapped on the edge of a land he had come to with hostile intent. Yet they had been thwarted in the night by an unforgiving storm that had chewed apart their vessel, casting all on-board into the swallowing depths. To raid the coastal villages greedily for wealth and prestige, as was his Norse tradition. Armed with axe and shield they had come to plunder the Hibernia isle. The ocean surf lapped around its splintered edges, a remnant of his destroyed longboat which had bore him and his doomed companions far across the sea from other lands. Not far from Jorviks side lay a long wooden plank, snapped and twisted it rocked heavily on top of the wet pebbles.

Mount and blade warband turmoil across the stars