[X]Law Giver and Merchant Queen
[X]Unexplained
[X] Were Captured
[X]Plague
[X]Unexplained
[X] Were Captured
[X]Plague
The Eternal Queen: Immortal Viking Quest.
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[X]Law Giver and Merchant Queen
[X]Unexplained
[X]Gave up the Throne
[X]Plague
[X]Unexplained
[X]Gave up the Throne
[X]Plague
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[X]Priest: The Gods came first to you. Thor and Odin, Tyr and Skadi. You kept the faith alive despite the efforts of the Christian priests. In time you would write the first Norse tomes, codifying the faith and establishing an ordered Priesthood. In time you would spread the words of Odin and Tales of the Frost Giants to the Anglo-Saxons as well. Converting the islands away from their Blessed virgin
[X] The Gods: A One eyed man with a Raven came to you in the woods one evening. He said Fólkvangr and Valhalla would be forever beyond you, and that your duty to this world was eternal. Then he vanished as quick as he came.
[X]Gave up the Throne: No one was meant to sit on a throne for hundreds of year. You had seen the downside of every good decision you ever made. Weapons had gone from axes and shields to Musket and cannons. You had become exhausted, the world was passing you by. It became clear to you Jorvik would be better served under a new ruler. You faked your death and left the Throne to your eldest daughter, disappearing into the night.
[X]Nuclear War: Nuclear weapons had been developed a few centuries prior by Jorvik to defeat the Ming Empire. After that more and more nations developed nuclear weapons and better methods of delivering them. Tensions mounted for decades between Jorvik, the nations of Jorvik, and the various Chinese republics that dominated the Pacific. One day, someone, for reasons far beyond your knowing, decided to start the last war. Hundreds if not thousands of nukes flew that day, bathing the world in nuclear fire. Civilization died a few days later. The few that survived the war and the famines together had been reduced to level of primitive hunters and farmer.
Hmm, interesting!
No idea on the count, unfortunately.
[X] The Gods: A One eyed man with a Raven came to you in the woods one evening. He said Fólkvangr and Valhalla would be forever beyond you, and that your duty to this world was eternal. Then he vanished as quick as he came.
[X]Gave up the Throne: No one was meant to sit on a throne for hundreds of year. You had seen the downside of every good decision you ever made. Weapons had gone from axes and shields to Musket and cannons. You had become exhausted, the world was passing you by. It became clear to you Jorvik would be better served under a new ruler. You faked your death and left the Throne to your eldest daughter, disappearing into the night.
[X]Nuclear War: Nuclear weapons had been developed a few centuries prior by Jorvik to defeat the Ming Empire. After that more and more nations developed nuclear weapons and better methods of delivering them. Tensions mounted for decades between Jorvik, the nations of Jorvik, and the various Chinese republics that dominated the Pacific. One day, someone, for reasons far beyond your knowing, decided to start the last war. Hundreds if not thousands of nukes flew that day, bathing the world in nuclear fire. Civilization died a few days later. The few that survived the war and the famines together had been reduced to level of primitive hunters and farmer.
Hmm, interesting!
No idea on the count, unfortunately.
[X]Law Giver and Merchant Queen: Kingdoms are about more than Faith and War. Something you understood all too well. The only 'Heathen' Kingdom in the very christian British isles, you were going to need more than axes to survive. You introduced codes of law to Jorvik, giving your people much needed stability. You traded with Slavics in Rus, Christians in the Constantinople, and Muslims in Iberia. Under your rule Gold flowed into Jorvik. Gold that made surviving against the Saxons far more easy.
[X] The Gods: A One eyed man with a Raven came to you in the woods one evening. He said Fólkvangr and Valhalla would be forever beyond you, and that your duty to this world was eternal. Then he vanished as quick as he came.
[X]Gave up the Throne: No one was meant to sit on a throne for hundreds of year. You had seen the downside of every good decision you ever made. Weapons had gone from axes and shields to Musket and cannons. You had become exhausted, the world was passing you by. It became clear to you Jorvik would be better served under a new ruler. You faked your death and left the Throne to your eldest daughter, disappearing into the night.
[X]Plague: You had survived the Black Death and all it's horrors. But this, this was something else. They called it the Roman Plague, for it first appeared in Anitoch. It spread like fire across the world, killing millions in a matter of months. Fields were left untended, ships filled with corpses floated upon the Mediterranean. Entire cities lay abandoned. When all was said in done, 80% of the world had died before the plague burned itself out. More would die in the ensuing chaos.
[X] The Gods: A One eyed man with a Raven came to you in the woods one evening. He said Fólkvangr and Valhalla would be forever beyond you, and that your duty to this world was eternal. Then he vanished as quick as he came.
[X]Gave up the Throne: No one was meant to sit on a throne for hundreds of year. You had seen the downside of every good decision you ever made. Weapons had gone from axes and shields to Musket and cannons. You had become exhausted, the world was passing you by. It became clear to you Jorvik would be better served under a new ruler. You faked your death and left the Throne to your eldest daughter, disappearing into the night.
[X]Plague: You had survived the Black Death and all it's horrors. But this, this was something else. They called it the Roman Plague, for it first appeared in Anitoch. It spread like fire across the world, killing millions in a matter of months. Fields were left untended, ships filled with corpses floated upon the Mediterranean. Entire cities lay abandoned. When all was said in done, 80% of the world had died before the plague burned itself out. More would die in the ensuing chaos.
[X]Warrior Queen: You led Jorvik from your tent. The first decades of your rule were marked by constant warfare against the Anglo-Saxons. You sacked Churches, burned towns, personally killed two kings of Northumbria with your axe. You crush the Anglo-Saxons and drive them from the Isles. You also did your fair share of raiding, looting and pillaging All along the North Sea and the Mediterranean. Courts as far as the Eastern Roman Empire Feared your ships.
[X]Unexplained: You don't know what happened, one day you woke up feeling different, strange. looking back you realize this was the day your body stopped aging
[X]Gave up the Throne: No one was meant to sit on a throne for hundreds of year. You had seen the downside of every good decision you ever made. Weapons had gone from axes and shields to Musket and cannons. You had become exhausted, the world was passing you by. It became clear to you Jorvik would be better served under a new ruler. You faked your death and left the Throne to your eldest daughter, disappearing into the night.
[X]Nuclear War: Nuclear weapons had been developed a few centuries prior by Jorvik to defeat the Ming Empire. After that more and more nations developed nuclear weapons and better methods of delivering them. Tensions mounted for decades between Jorvik, the nations of Jorvik, and the various Chinese republics that dominated the Pacific. One day, someone, for reasons far beyond your knowing, decided to start the last war. Hundreds if not thousands of nukes flew that day, bathing the world in nuclear fire. Civilization died a few days later. The few that survived the war and the famines together had been reduced to level of primitive hunters and farmer.
[X]Unexplained: You don't know what happened, one day you woke up feeling different, strange. looking back you realize this was the day your body stopped aging
[X]Gave up the Throne: No one was meant to sit on a throne for hundreds of year. You had seen the downside of every good decision you ever made. Weapons had gone from axes and shields to Musket and cannons. You had become exhausted, the world was passing you by. It became clear to you Jorvik would be better served under a new ruler. You faked your death and left the Throne to your eldest daughter, disappearing into the night.
[X]Nuclear War: Nuclear weapons had been developed a few centuries prior by Jorvik to defeat the Ming Empire. After that more and more nations developed nuclear weapons and better methods of delivering them. Tensions mounted for decades between Jorvik, the nations of Jorvik, and the various Chinese republics that dominated the Pacific. One day, someone, for reasons far beyond your knowing, decided to start the last war. Hundreds if not thousands of nukes flew that day, bathing the world in nuclear fire. Civilization died a few days later. The few that survived the war and the famines together had been reduced to level of primitive hunters and farmer.
City of Green
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- He/Him
[X]Priest: The Gods came first to you. Thor and Odin, Tyr and Skadi. You kept the faith alive despite the efforts of the Christian priests. In time you would write the first Norse tomes, codifying the faith and establishing an ordered
Priesthood. In time you would spread the words of Odin and Tales of the Frost Giants to the Anglo-Saxons as well. Converting the islands away from their Blessed virgin
[X] The Gods: A One eyed man with a Raven came to you in the woods one evening. He said Fólkvangr and Valhalla would be forever beyond you, and that your duty to this world was eternal. Then he vanished as quick as he came.
[X]Gave up the Throne: No one was meant to sit on a throne for hundreds of year. You had seen the downside of every good decision you ever made. Weapons had gone from axes and shields to Musket and cannons. You had become exhausted, the world was passing you by. It became clear to you Jorvik would be better served under a new ruler. You faked your death and left the Throne to your eldest daughter, disappearing into the night.
[X]Plague: You had survived the Black Death and all it's horrors. But this, this was something else. They called it the Roman Plague, for it first appeared in Anitoch. It spread like fire across the world, killing millions in a matter of months. Fields were left untended, ships filled with corpses floated upon the Mediterranean. Entire cities lay abandoned. When all was said in done, 80% of the world had died before the plague burned itself out. More would die in the ensuing chaos.
/
The trip took weeks. Rán's Baron had once been an excellent ship, equipped with all the advanced tech of it's age. But time had worn on it. the GPS had failed long ago, and it was a struggle to keep the Solar panels working. You'd spent a lot of the past hundred years aboard this boat. At first to avoid the plague and all it's horrors. Afterwards most of the survivors in Vinland had turned intensely distrustful of outsiders, the Baron was often the only safe refuge you had most years.
The Fog was starting to finally dissipate. Soon you would be able to see Jorvik itself. You had seen a few boats off Irland, though you never came close enough to make contact, but it was enough to give hope, however small, that people still survived in Jorvik.
It was a vain hope admittedly, the Plague had struck your kingdom just as hard as it struck the rest of the world.
"Batteries are at twenty percent." A voice called out from below deck "This fog better break soon or we'll be reduced to sails."
Your daughter Astrid stepped out onto the deck. Astrid was the youngest and currently the only survivor one of your children. Born from a night spent with a lost fisherman some twenty two years ago, immortality had not made you beyond base needs after all.
Astrid looked like a shield maiden of old. Dressed in furs and leather armor, an axe at her hip. You had skills in combat, you wouldn't have lived this long if you didn't, but she was better, stronger too. As embrassing as it might to have your daughter as your bodyguard, you had no real alternatives.
The fog cleared finally, revealing Jorvik to you.
Nature was trying to reclaim your capital. The few skyscrapers Jorvik had were collapsed and green with plant life. Vines covered most of the remaining buildings, most than one house had a tree growing out of it. The roads had all but disappeared. The harbor had largely rotted away and sunk into the estuary. You could barely, just barely make out the bronze roof of the Great Temple and the metal spire that adorned Álfheimr Palace.
"So, this is home." Astrid said quietly "It's a lot... bigger than I pictured it."
"It was a lot bigger than I left it." you replied "Once this was a separate town called Hull, but Jorvik absorbed it some time ago."
You didn't hide what you were from Astrid, she would have figured out own her own eventually regardless of what you told her.
"It doesn't look like anyone's here. If there is they don't spend much time in this part of the city." Astrid commented.
She was right, as with most cities, it looked like Jorvik had been left abandoned since the plague, people either too scared or simply too far away to reclaim it.
Depressing, but not unexpected.
"So should we move on?" Astrid asked
"No, I at least need a closer look at what's become of the city."
Astrid nodded and piloted the ship closer to shore.
Old doubts ate at you as you looked upon the city. Was this punishment, for giving up the throne? For abandoning Jorvik and the Norse?
Were there even gods left to heap out punishment?
Rán's Baron pulled alongside one of the few remaining docks.
Astrid grabbed her axe, scanning the horizon for any possible threats.
You grabbed
[]Your Pistol: You had little ammo left, maybe Three magzines. But gunfire was enough to scare off most threats these days.
[] Your Tome: It wasn't the first text you wrote, that had long been lost to time. It was a copy, written and illustrated for you by the High Priests of Jorvik shortly before you disappeared. It was unaltered, removed from centuries of religious reforms and changes. It was your words and the words of the gods, pure and uncorrupted by time.
[]Your Staff: Crafted for you by a Priest some decades ago who had realized what you were, but kept his silence. The stick has runes for various spells of protection inscribed upon every inch of it's surface.
[]Your Axe: The haft is new but the axe itself is old, almost as old as you. The axe first saw blood in the conquest of Paris, and was personally used by one of your Jarls to kill Pepin "The Martyr", Last Karling king of the Franks.
and made your way out. The dock creaked beneath you with every step. Threatening to drown you should you linger to long. You saw the rusting hulks of warships crashed along the dock and shore. One or twice you saw a skeleton laying upon the ground, most had likely rotted away in the century since the plague.
There were three places you wanted, maybe even needed to visit while you where here. Each of them was roughly the same distance from the docks.
First was the Palace. It wasn't your palace, your great-grandson Borg "The Black", had the palace completely rebuilt during his reign. But if your heirs had obeyed the instructions you left, there would be things in the vault you would want to retrieve. Paintings that might prove who you were, hidden files, Jewels and most importantly, your crown.
Then there was the Great Temple. One of the last buildings you commissioned, built upon the forest where the gods first talked to you. Maybe there you could find some answers, for good or ill.
Then finally there was your bunker. You doubt more than few hundred ever knew about the bunker. it contained secrets, old secrets you had left to rot all those years ago. They were probably dead, but if there was a chance, however small that they still lived it would be worth a look. You wanted to visit each. The Question was which one did you want to visit first?
Go to
[]The Palace
[]The Great Temple
[]The Bunker.
Priesthood. In time you would spread the words of Odin and Tales of the Frost Giants to the Anglo-Saxons as well. Converting the islands away from their Blessed virgin
[X] The Gods: A One eyed man with a Raven came to you in the woods one evening. He said Fólkvangr and Valhalla would be forever beyond you, and that your duty to this world was eternal. Then he vanished as quick as he came.
[X]Gave up the Throne: No one was meant to sit on a throne for hundreds of year. You had seen the downside of every good decision you ever made. Weapons had gone from axes and shields to Musket and cannons. You had become exhausted, the world was passing you by. It became clear to you Jorvik would be better served under a new ruler. You faked your death and left the Throne to your eldest daughter, disappearing into the night.
[X]Plague: You had survived the Black Death and all it's horrors. But this, this was something else. They called it the Roman Plague, for it first appeared in Anitoch. It spread like fire across the world, killing millions in a matter of months. Fields were left untended, ships filled with corpses floated upon the Mediterranean. Entire cities lay abandoned. When all was said in done, 80% of the world had died before the plague burned itself out. More would die in the ensuing chaos.
/
The trip took weeks. Rán's Baron had once been an excellent ship, equipped with all the advanced tech of it's age. But time had worn on it. the GPS had failed long ago, and it was a struggle to keep the Solar panels working. You'd spent a lot of the past hundred years aboard this boat. At first to avoid the plague and all it's horrors. Afterwards most of the survivors in Vinland had turned intensely distrustful of outsiders, the Baron was often the only safe refuge you had most years.
The Fog was starting to finally dissipate. Soon you would be able to see Jorvik itself. You had seen a few boats off Irland, though you never came close enough to make contact, but it was enough to give hope, however small, that people still survived in Jorvik.
It was a vain hope admittedly, the Plague had struck your kingdom just as hard as it struck the rest of the world.
"Batteries are at twenty percent." A voice called out from below deck "This fog better break soon or we'll be reduced to sails."
Your daughter Astrid stepped out onto the deck. Astrid was the youngest and currently the only survivor one of your children. Born from a night spent with a lost fisherman some twenty two years ago, immortality had not made you beyond base needs after all.
Astrid looked like a shield maiden of old. Dressed in furs and leather armor, an axe at her hip. You had skills in combat, you wouldn't have lived this long if you didn't, but she was better, stronger too. As embrassing as it might to have your daughter as your bodyguard, you had no real alternatives.
The fog cleared finally, revealing Jorvik to you.
Nature was trying to reclaim your capital. The few skyscrapers Jorvik had were collapsed and green with plant life. Vines covered most of the remaining buildings, most than one house had a tree growing out of it. The roads had all but disappeared. The harbor had largely rotted away and sunk into the estuary. You could barely, just barely make out the bronze roof of the Great Temple and the metal spire that adorned Álfheimr Palace.
"So, this is home." Astrid said quietly "It's a lot... bigger than I pictured it."
"It was a lot bigger than I left it." you replied "Once this was a separate town called Hull, but Jorvik absorbed it some time ago."
You didn't hide what you were from Astrid, she would have figured out own her own eventually regardless of what you told her.
"It doesn't look like anyone's here. If there is they don't spend much time in this part of the city." Astrid commented.
She was right, as with most cities, it looked like Jorvik had been left abandoned since the plague, people either too scared or simply too far away to reclaim it.
Depressing, but not unexpected.
"So should we move on?" Astrid asked
"No, I at least need a closer look at what's become of the city."
Astrid nodded and piloted the ship closer to shore.
Old doubts ate at you as you looked upon the city. Was this punishment, for giving up the throne? For abandoning Jorvik and the Norse?
Were there even gods left to heap out punishment?
Rán's Baron pulled alongside one of the few remaining docks.
Astrid grabbed her axe, scanning the horizon for any possible threats.
You grabbed
[]Your Pistol: You had little ammo left, maybe Three magzines. But gunfire was enough to scare off most threats these days.
[] Your Tome: It wasn't the first text you wrote, that had long been lost to time. It was a copy, written and illustrated for you by the High Priests of Jorvik shortly before you disappeared. It was unaltered, removed from centuries of religious reforms and changes. It was your words and the words of the gods, pure and uncorrupted by time.
[]Your Staff: Crafted for you by a Priest some decades ago who had realized what you were, but kept his silence. The stick has runes for various spells of protection inscribed upon every inch of it's surface.
[]Your Axe: The haft is new but the axe itself is old, almost as old as you. The axe first saw blood in the conquest of Paris, and was personally used by one of your Jarls to kill Pepin "The Martyr", Last Karling king of the Franks.
and made your way out. The dock creaked beneath you with every step. Threatening to drown you should you linger to long. You saw the rusting hulks of warships crashed along the dock and shore. One or twice you saw a skeleton laying upon the ground, most had likely rotted away in the century since the plague.
There were three places you wanted, maybe even needed to visit while you where here. Each of them was roughly the same distance from the docks.
First was the Palace. It wasn't your palace, your great-grandson Borg "The Black", had the palace completely rebuilt during his reign. But if your heirs had obeyed the instructions you left, there would be things in the vault you would want to retrieve. Paintings that might prove who you were, hidden files, Jewels and most importantly, your crown.
Then there was the Great Temple. One of the last buildings you commissioned, built upon the forest where the gods first talked to you. Maybe there you could find some answers, for good or ill.
Then finally there was your bunker. You doubt more than few hundred ever knew about the bunker. it contained secrets, old secrets you had left to rot all those years ago. They were probably dead, but if there was a chance, however small that they still lived it would be worth a look. You wanted to visit each. The Question was which one did you want to visit first?
Go to
[]The Palace
[]The Great Temple
[]The Bunker.
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Just another Gundam(WIng) Pilot
- Location
- A land called Honahlee
[X]Your Axe: The haft is new but the axe itself is old, almost as old as you. The axe first saw blood in the conquest of Paris, and waspersonally used by one of your Jarls to kill Pepin "The Martyr", Last Karling king of the Franks.
[x]The Bunker.
[x]The Bunker.
[X] Your Tome: It wasn't the first text you wrote, that had long been lost to time. It was a copy, written and illustrated for you by the High Priests of Jorvik shortly before you disappeared. It was unaltered, removed from centuries of religious reforms and changes. It was your words and the words of the gods, pure and uncorrupted by time.
[x]The Bunker.
[x]The Bunker.
[X] Your Tome: It wasn't the first text you wrote, that had long been lost to time. It was a copy, written and illustrated for you by the High Priests of Jorvik shortly before you disappeared. It was unaltered, removed from centuries of religious reforms and changes. It was your words and the words of the gods, pure and uncorrupted by time.
[X] The Bunker.
[X] The Bunker.
Xantalos
Turtle-Speed Writing
[X] Your Tome: It wasn't the first text you wrote, that had long been lost to time. It was a copy, written and illustrated for you by the High Priests of Jorvik shortly before you disappeared. It was unaltered, removed from centuries of religious reforms and changes. It was your words and the words of the gods, pure and uncorrupted by time.
[X] The Bunker.
[X] The Bunker.
- Location
- United States
[X] Your Tome: It wasn't the first text you wrote, that had long been lost to time. It was a copy, written and illustrated for you by the High Priests of Jorvik shortly before you disappeared. It was unaltered, removed from centuries of religious reforms and changes. It was your words and the words of the gods, pure and uncorrupted by time.
[X] The Bunker.
[X] The Bunker.
- Location
- nz
[X] Your Tome: It wasn't the first text you wrote, that had long been lost to time. It was a copy, written and illustrated for you by the High Priests of Jorvik shortly before you disappeared. It was unaltered, removed from centuries of religious reforms and changes. It was your words and the words of the gods, pure and uncorrupted by time.
[X] The Bunker.
[X] The Bunker.
[X] Your Tome: It wasn't the first text you wrote, that had long been lost to time. It was a copy, written and illustrated for you by the High Priests of Jorvik shortly before you disappeared. It was unaltered, removed from centuries of religious reforms and changes. It was your words and the words of the gods, pure and uncorrupted by time.
[X] The Bunker.
[X] The Bunker.
ChiefTurtle117
The Sigillite
- Location
- Holy Terra
[X] Your Tome: It wasn't the first text you wrote, that had long been lost to time. It was a copy, written and illustrated for you by the High Priests of Jorvik shortly before you disappeared. It was unaltered, removed from centuries of religious reforms and changes. It was your words and the words of the gods, pure and uncorrupted by time.
[X] The Bunker.
[X] The Bunker.
- Location
- Who Knows
[X] Your Tome: It wasn't the first text you wrote, that had long been lost to time. It was a copy, written and illustrated for you by the High Priests of Jorvik shortly before you disappeared. It was unaltered, removed from centuries of religious reforms and changes. It was your words and the words of the gods, pure and uncorrupted by time.
[X] The Bunker.
[X] The Bunker.
[X]Your Axe: The haft is new but the axe itself is old, almost as old as you. The axe first saw blood in the conquest of Paris, and waspersonally used by one of your Jarls to kill Pepin "The Martyr", Last Karling king of the Franks.
[x]The Great Temple
[x]The Great Temple
- Location
- Germany
[X]Your Staff: Crafted for you by a Priest some decades ago who had realized what you were, but kept his silence. The stick has runes for various spells of protection inscribed upon every inch of it's surface.
[x]The Bunker.
[x]The Bunker.
- Location
- Spain
[X] Your Tome: It wasn't the first text you wrote, that had long been lost to time. It was a copy, written and illustrated for you by the High Priests of Jorvik shortly before you disappeared. It was unaltered, removed from centuries of religious reforms and changes. It was your words and the words of the gods, pure and uncorrupted by time.
[X] The Bunker.
[X] The Bunker.
- Location
- St. Petersburg
[X] Your Tome: It wasn't the first text you wrote, that had long been lost to time. It was a copy, written and illustrated for you by the High Priests of Jorvik shortly before you disappeared. It was unaltered, removed from centuries of religious reforms and changes. It was your words and the words of the gods, pure and uncorrupted by time.
[X]The Great Temple
[X]The Great Temple
- Location
- ?
[x]Your Staff: Crafted for you by a Priest some decades ago who had realized what you were, but kept his silence. The stick has runes for various spells of protection inscribed upon every inch of it's surface.
[x]The Great Temple
Considering the religious angle that got picked, I'm surprised more people aren't voting for temple.
[x]The Great Temple
Considering the religious angle that got picked, I'm surprised more people aren't voting for temple.
Aoinfinity
Unlimited Blue Works
- Location
- a blue Infinity
[X]Your Staff: Crafted for you by a Priest some decades ago who had realized what you were, but kept his silence. The stick has runes for various spells of protection inscribed upon every inch of it's surface.
[x]The Bunker.
[x]The Bunker.