Imagine my surprise when Ragnar himself was in the arena, and to fight by my side! This man truly did not shy away from combat.
Several of my close companions took the remaining slots, and we were assigned team colors for the first round. Fancying myself the best swordsman in the land, I immediately entered. When we arrived, there was a grand tournament being held. There were no whispers of treachery in my camp. My company was made of peasants who I had trained from the beginning, they were loyal to me, not any king. I informed my men that we were heading for (the capital of the nords, cant remember) to seek employment with King Ragnar. He thanked me and told me I was too honorable for the company of Harlaus, and I should join him at his feast back in his capital.Īs I respected King Harlaus, I simply left his service upon hearing that I would not become lord of Praven. Impressed with his courage to lead from the front, I opted to release him instead of await his bounty. And the unconscious fiery haired man revealed himself to be King Ragnar. The fight that ensued was the bloodiest siege I had ever won. King Harlaus was a fair king by most accounts, but when I retook Praven in his name outnumbered 4-1 against King Ragnarr himself, he saw fit to make Praven the capital and his seat of power as it had been before, instead of awarding it to its savior.ĭuring the siege itself, one of the first people to strike at me upon the ladder was a man with fiery red hair, whom I bludgeoned with the pommel of my Bastard sword. There was a time when King Ragnarr and I got along perfectly, even though I, a mercenary of swadia had met him on the field of battle. It has been quite some time so if someone will correct the inaccuracies of my post i will edit it to be correct. Care to hear my story of how I created my own Kingdom to conquer the nords?
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