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<blockquote data-quote="Naathez" data-source="post: 1968496" data-attributes="member: 17791"><p><strong>Introduction - Viktor of the Clenchfist</strong></p><p></p><p>Why are they making all this noise?</p><p></p><p>Viktor of the Clenchfist sits up, immediately awake, his eyes blinking a little as he tries to see in the dark.</p><p></p><p>As he hurries out of the ship's hold, the merry laughing of the sailors all around him fills his ears. As he looks around to try and divine the source of such merry, one of the Phoenikan slaps him on the back with a broad smile. "Can you see that?"</p><p></p><p>"Can you see that?" The only light, and heat, were coming from the forge, as his father's hammer hit blow after careful blow on the red-hot rod of metal. "Can you see how it must be hit?"</p><p></p><p>Viktor was looking intently as he manned the bellows. "Yes, Father, I think I understand now." he'd said with a vigorous nod. Father's smile was more than enough reward for his toil, his time, his effort. Father knew of steel. And in the Hisjord Islands, among the proud Viknij, every warrior had his due respect, but none more than he who bent metal into blades. </p><p>"You are smart, Victor. As smart as you are strong. I am proud to have you for a - Listen!"</p><p></p><p>Viktor's ears had been hearing nothing but the rhytmical, mesmerizing beating of metal on hot metal. But now he could hear.</p><p></p><p>He could hear the screams.</p><p></p><p>Grabbing his axe, he'd run out after Father, who had already grasped his own large sword and was charging with a bellowing scream. The painted talons on the attackers's shields, the black feathers on their armbands, it all swirled around him as he sprinted for another small group of assailants, crowded around another house.</p><p></p><p>"Ravens! No honor, no skill, no blood!" he kept screaming as his massive axe hacked an arm, clanged on a breastplate, wrested against a club. </p><p>They'd surrounded him. And they may be cowards, and sackers; but they were too many... too many. He'd fought, and he'd fought well, and there had been no shame for him that night, when the last surviving Ravens had fled on their longboat, among the jeers and challenges of the Clenchfist. No shame for him. And none for his father.</p><p></p><p>He lit Father's pyre the following day, while the village watched and praised his bravery and skill. And that had been all. For a man need not fear his end, only HOW he ends. But first, he'd thought, he had to be a man. And as he planted Father's sword in the large rock (What incredible steel! Had pierced the rock for half its length, and now stood straight, planted like a deadly tree, on the mountaintop), he'd known. </p><p></p><p>He must leave, earn a name. So that Viktor of the Clenchfist could be his own man, and no more his Father's son.</p><p></p><p>"Are you all right, Northerner?" The sailor looks amused at his dreamy gaze, as he snaps back to the present. "I asked, Can you see that? That's Dresd! We got here in just ten days, like I'd told you! Ain't this the swiftest piece of ship you've ever seen? Ain't it? Wasn't it worth your gold to get a ride like this?"</p><p></p><p>Viktor thanks him, if a little less enthusiastically. He knows little of that place, what little he's heard back at the village from men who've been mercenaries in Verlund. And most of that little was "It's hard to explain... you should see."</p><p></p><p>"Well", he thinks, with a small frown. "I'm about to see."</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Naathez, post: 1968496, member: 17791"] [b]Introduction - Viktor of the Clenchfist[/b] Why are they making all this noise? Viktor of the Clenchfist sits up, immediately awake, his eyes blinking a little as he tries to see in the dark. As he hurries out of the ship's hold, the merry laughing of the sailors all around him fills his ears. As he looks around to try and divine the source of such merry, one of the Phoenikan slaps him on the back with a broad smile. "Can you see that?" "Can you see that?" The only light, and heat, were coming from the forge, as his father's hammer hit blow after careful blow on the red-hot rod of metal. "Can you see how it must be hit?" Viktor was looking intently as he manned the bellows. "Yes, Father, I think I understand now." he'd said with a vigorous nod. Father's smile was more than enough reward for his toil, his time, his effort. Father knew of steel. And in the Hisjord Islands, among the proud Viknij, every warrior had his due respect, but none more than he who bent metal into blades. "You are smart, Victor. As smart as you are strong. I am proud to have you for a - Listen!" Viktor's ears had been hearing nothing but the rhytmical, mesmerizing beating of metal on hot metal. But now he could hear. He could hear the screams. Grabbing his axe, he'd run out after Father, who had already grasped his own large sword and was charging with a bellowing scream. The painted talons on the attackers's shields, the black feathers on their armbands, it all swirled around him as he sprinted for another small group of assailants, crowded around another house. "Ravens! No honor, no skill, no blood!" he kept screaming as his massive axe hacked an arm, clanged on a breastplate, wrested against a club. They'd surrounded him. And they may be cowards, and sackers; but they were too many... too many. He'd fought, and he'd fought well, and there had been no shame for him that night, when the last surviving Ravens had fled on their longboat, among the jeers and challenges of the Clenchfist. No shame for him. And none for his father. He lit Father's pyre the following day, while the village watched and praised his bravery and skill. And that had been all. For a man need not fear his end, only HOW he ends. But first, he'd thought, he had to be a man. And as he planted Father's sword in the large rock (What incredible steel! Had pierced the rock for half its length, and now stood straight, planted like a deadly tree, on the mountaintop), he'd known. He must leave, earn a name. So that Viktor of the Clenchfist could be his own man, and no more his Father's son. "Are you all right, Northerner?" The sailor looks amused at his dreamy gaze, as he snaps back to the present. "I asked, Can you see that? That's Dresd! We got here in just ten days, like I'd told you! Ain't this the swiftest piece of ship you've ever seen? Ain't it? Wasn't it worth your gold to get a ride like this?" Viktor thanks him, if a little less enthusiastically. He knows little of that place, what little he's heard back at the village from men who've been mercenaries in Verlund. And most of that little was "It's hard to explain... you should see." "Well", he thinks, with a small frown. "I'm about to see." [/QUOTE]
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