All in good time my curious fellow! The backstory is needed! But yes, when I do get to it, it will be interesting.
Killing For Peace Is Like F#@%ing For Chastity Revolucija Je Sada! Revolucija Je Stobom I Svima! Revolucija Je Uvijek-Zivi Uz Revolucije I Budite Slobodni!
The lord looked down at Thor, his hammer held high in the air ready to smite the enemies of the gods and humans. 'I've done them a service,' he thought. 'The gods will surely look down upon my actions in favour'. "My lord?" one of the guards asked. "Yes?" the jarl replied, being suddenly aware of a headless monk in his wooden hall. "What shall we do with this one?"
Bands of burly, jovial men galloped across a rolling meadow, a mighty hall above and beyond the next hillock their destination. When they arrived their laughter, and talk of feasting and drinking, was replaced with a grave silence. There, just outside the walls of their lord's court, was a cross with a headless man's body tied to it; his attire was that of a monk from the South. Each man understood, silently. A Christian monk was brought to their lord's hall and his teachings were denied-none of the the lords faithful karls were to convert to the religion of the South, on pain of death.
Killing For Peace Is Like F#@%ing For Chastity Revolucija Je Sada! Revolucija Je Stobom I Svima! Revolucija Je Uvijek-Zivi Uz Revolucije I Budite Slobodni!
Killing For Peace Is Like F#@%ing For Chastity Revolucija Je Sada! Revolucija Je Stobom I Svima! Revolucija Je Uvijek-Zivi Uz Revolucije I Budite Slobodni!
And for that act, that act which should have pleased the gods which we Men of the North so truthfully worship, I was exiled. Why? Why should have that monk lived? Lived to continue spreading his lies? As a guest, they say, he came to the North. A friend of a most esteemed trader of the South. Him, too, I disposed of. Yet some spineless fool- one of my own Karls! - betrayed my acts to the Thing. He was probably a convert. May Thor strike him down, and the wolves of Odin rip him apart for such a betrayal. Yet I went not alone, for the rest of my faithful warriors, 73 good, sturdy men, followed me, their jarl. Now we ride the North Sea to the Land of the Saxons and Angles to the West. There may we plunder and conquest,
"In the name of the Gods!"
Killing For Peace Is Like F#@%ing For Chastity Revolucija Je Sada! Revolucija Je Stobom I Svima! Revolucija Je Uvijek-Zivi Uz Revolucije I Budite Slobodni!
I've written a few pages for this story this past month which I shall type up and post here when I'm not lazy (after saying that I feel like doing it today...)
Killing For Peace Is Like F#@%ing For Chastity Revolucija Je Sada! Revolucija Je Stobom I Svima! Revolucija Je Uvijek-Zivi Uz Revolucije I Budite Slobodni!
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