Fjjord Fjjordson
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(6/4/03 6:10 pm)
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another battle, another seige
Fjjord gazed out from the battlement into the field….”another siege, another war,” he thought as the runner came to his side. The Kobold smiling said, “Fjjord, the resistance has been eliminated the keep is ours.” Fjjord looked at the kobold and replied, “good, good, the gods be praised our ancestors sing our valor in Valhalla.” “Let the wounded be tended and the enemies’ dead be cast out of the walls.” The kobold smiled nodded and turned to go, but turned back…”come friend when will the ale flow?” he asked smirking…
Ahh that was the key to unlock the worry of Fjjord’s mind…”har har har..yes Skjoran the ale should flow. You know me well friend..how many battles 10, 40, 100 have we stood side by side?” “ Many for sure Fjjord, many for sure.” Hjoran said as he looked at his friend…” Knut would have been proud Fjjord. You did well this day for sure.” Fjjord looked up “aye I do hope so” he replied as he looked to the ground.
His mind wandered while he surveyed the battlegrounds. He had lead this battle to success. How many had he lead in the past .How many times would the screams of friend and foe mix to become a orchestra of grim events. How many seasons had the troll lost for the sake of valor and never leaving the ground of battle, 10 maybe. Fjjord smiled to himself, “aye Thor honor and valor outweigh life. To die on one’s own terms is the truest choice.” But this day it had been his stand that had turned the tide, his and the noble kobold Skjorna. They stood side by side, Fjjord calling the storms of Thor and wielding hammer, the kobold shield and blade in hand dealing death side by side to the One Goders who streamed from the keep. Their stand had ignited their fellows to return to arms and outflank the line of Albions. The battle had turned because of one troll and kobold.
Fjjord looked out again and bellowed “comrades, today is a good day to die, but a better day to live!” He was answered by a chorus of cheers and out of the corner of his eyes he glimpsed a single kobold pushing the first of many kegs up the hill to the keep.” Fjjord smiled and thought to himself, “aye the sacrificed seasons have taught me my trade, they have been an equitable trade.” Fjjord reached down to hoist his great hammer “Knut’s Pride” and began the walk down the stairs to join the revelry.
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