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We are three brothers Tehviking. Finn, Thorgrim, and Eldgrim. We are Tarn Warriors of our clan. Alas we are all that is left of the mighty war band of Tornan the Wavetamer. We would raid and pillage on any coast in any weather. Our longboats were feared above all others. The shadow of our coming was a watchword to naughty children.
Alas the fateful day came when in our arrogance we raided a temple of Njörðr. The storms and contrary winds that beset our longboats were like nothing we had ever seen. The fleet was battered and sunk. Our comrades drowned. We watched Tornan throw himself over the side in defiance of Njörðr.
We were resigned to our death, scudding under torn sails where ever Njörðr chose to blow us. After three weeks our stores were gone and we sat weak in the bow of the boat starving to death. Njörðr appeared to me then as in a dream. He spoke with authority and asked me if I and my brothers would consent to do his will. I replied that our lives and our swords were his.

The winds died, the waves calmed and I fell into darkness. When I awoke my brothers and I were in a hut in a small fishing village. Surprised that we were not killed outright by these simple people we thanked them and told them of our oath. They too told us that Njörðr had appeared to their elders and told them to save our lives so that we could teach them the ways of battle and lead them to the crusades. We are here to fulfill our oath and shed the blood of our enemies in sacrifice to the god of wind and wave. Praise Njörðr

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When they paint their faces in the blue woad it is more than decoration. It is a sacred rite. To the Tehvikings it means they would sooner die then fail, to them there is no turning back.
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the night of carousing was done. I sat by the fire, facing out as not to dull my vision, Finn sat next to me. never one for drinking Finn usually stood watch but tonight I was troubled, troubled more so than usual for the eye of Njoror was upon me. Thorgrim snored loudly a few feet away his burly arm still holding a young peasant girl tight. Eldgrim and Finn traded a smile at that for even Finn had his vices. Mav had drunken himself into a stupor this night, and like many others, lay with his head on his shield across the door to the vikings yurt sword near to hand but drink nearer. i emptied my tankard and cursed under my breath. "Finn" i said, "we did not fight this day, Njoror will be displeased" Finn nodded his head in agreement and perhaps sadness? we Tehvikings relish the taking of lives, and neither our spears nor our swords had been bloodied.

my eyes clouded then as i thought back, back to the day we set out in our longboats. Our first raid with Tornan the Wavetamer was to be glorious, was to be our initiation to manhood, we were Tehvikings but not yet true tarns of the warband. when i was a boy i could not understand why as one we were not the other but as i grew and trained alongside my brothers i soon came to realize that a Tehvikings was born but a tarn was a warrior proven in battle, one who had come home to our small island in the north seas a victor, bloodied and glorious. bitterly i thought of how that voyage had changed our lives more than we could ever imagine. I shook my head to clear the fog of memory, the fog of drunkenness never affected me as much, and i stood.

I surveyed the camp of the Fury with a practiced eye. The dogs were quiet, the horses no more restless than they should have been. “Finn”, I said “we must be sure to shed blood tomorrow. We have displeased Njoror enough.” “Aye” said Finn with a flashing smile in the firelight “our enemies shall know the name of Tehviking on the morrow, for a short while at least.” I smiled and grunted my agreement as I stepped over Mav quietly. There was a pretty girl waiting for me also and that would distract me sufficiently for the remainder of the night. Aye, I thought as she smiled up at me, they shall fear our name.

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When they paint their faces in the blue woad it is more than decoration. It is a sacred rite. To the Tehvikings it means they would sooner die then fail, to them there is no turning back.
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The horns blew hard and long. The war cry of Tehviking was rising on the air. As the lines clashed together I stepped forward sword in hand its grip sweaty in my palm for Tehvikings knew fear as well as the next man I swung my sword in a shining arc and saw I cleave through a rotted helm of a minion of Megamarth. …

I awoke in a sweat. The yurt was silent. Save for the snores of my brothers and the softer sounds of their consorts. I stepped outside hoping the fresh air would clear my head. The moon was full casting a pale glow onto our dying fire .i began to walk softly around the encampment, stopping first to gird myself with my 'choppy”. A weapon taken off a dead orc, it was surprisingly versatile. A single sided machete-like axe it was light, fast, and had an edge as keen as a midwinter's night.

I made myself known to the sentry, one of the newer members of our band, he was surprised to see me walking about but I calmed him with a nod and a kind word as I left the circle of yurts and quietly walked into the pines. I began to listen to the sounds of night as I made my way to an outcropping of rocks I remembered from earlier in the day. We were camped on a hillside and a valley lay spread out before me as I perched myself comfortably on my stone promontory. I surveyed the expanse before me and pulled my skins closer around me to ward off the nights chill. I thought of my brothers and of our call.

My brothers.. I chuckled silently. There were none better, none stronger. I remembered our training on our small island in the north sea. I smiled as I remembered the day that as Finn and I sparred I thrust my spear and took his finger. He had continued to fight never uttering a sound until the battle was over. Only then had the midwives been able to get him to sit and let them sew his finger back on. It had never healed right. I laughed at that, Finn should have moved faster.

I sat up quickly, there was a light in the distance. A fire kindled perhaps? It was small, just a point of light. Now I could see other smaller points of light breaking away from the first. Torches? It could be. I waited to see if they headed in this direction. Could the sentry see them from where he stood? I thought not. The tall pines limited his vision. Yes they were coming this way! The Fury must be woken. My hand reached for my horn but faltered. No, I must do this quietly. It would give us time to set up a proper ambush. I smiled in the darkness as I quickly headed back for camp, Praise Njoror for awakening me!

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I hurried swiftly and silently back to the camp. I called to the sentry quietly, “sir?” asked the young man worriedly, for the firelight had caught my face and he was astute enough to know something was amiss. “wake Sethrin and Toland, but do it quietly.” I ordered he moved off with out a word.

I entered our yurt and awoke my brothers. No small feat after the nights revels, but at a whispered “trouble!” they woke quickly enough. Acting quickly I sent Finn and Thorgrim out to reconnoiter, they armed themselves and slipped silently out of camp. between Finns spear and Thorgrims shield I knew they could handle any advance force.

By this time Sethrin and Toland had awoken and Trell the sentry was busy awakening the rest of the warriors. With a few quiet words I made our situation understood, for Sethrin, Toland,and I were of one mind. We would interpose ourselves between the camp and the oncoming force. On the perimeter of a grassy clearing Sethrin had espied earlier they would place our warriors. Then the Tehvikings would lead the orcs, or whatever evil wended it way towards us, straight into the teeth of the fury spears. I smiled at this, the plan was good, but there were many torches. I needed at least two more men.

Just then the Thorin brothers, Thurston and Azera, stepped from their yurt. I called to them and offered them a chance to kill, which I knew they would accept. I grunted my approval and we ran to rendezvous with Finn and Thorgrim. I swiftly told them of Sethrins plan. They nodded and Finn smiled as he asked me “left or right?”. “Left” I said, then I looked at Thurston who was in my opinion the cooler headed of the two and said “you and your brother flank out to the right, until we meet our foes. Then we will take them between three fires for Mav and I will hold the middle. When you hear me cry 'Tehvikings!' we will fall back to the clearing.” Thurston nodded his understanding and smiled. “form up!” I commanded, and spear to shield we did so. Then silently as ghosts we melted away into the darkness, our eyes affixed on those points of light that were closer now.

My heart began to beat swifter, and I felt the cold, wooden haft of my spear gripped tightly in my hands. We must hold them back long enough for the ambush to be staged. I touched Mav's back softly causing him to stop. We could hear them now and they were not orcs or undead, just men, but evil men nonetheless. Bandits or some such rabble, undisciplined and dishonorable. Laughing of how they would find us sleeping and of the things they would do to our women. Unawares as of yet that death was waiting for them in the darkened forest.

I whispered to Mav, “stones”. He grinned and we both reached into our pouches for the smooth river stones, each the size of the palm of a hand. I took a breath, long and slow, and loudly shouted “now!”.

We threw our stones and charged. I saw a man holding a torch drop like a sack of flour from Mav's stone undoubtedly. As the torch extinguished itself upon the wet ground I watched the frontrunner of the bandit rabble take my spear, square in the throat. He gurgled as the spear made an "ishwa" sound leaving the soft tissue of his neck. I heard screams to my left and right and knew that my brothers were killing. I threw a few more shots at shadowy shapes and was rewarded with screams and the smell of blood. Mav took a charging swordsman down with a flail shot to the face and I heard the mans nose squish like soft pudding, accentuated by the heavy thump of the flail ball.

“Enough” I thought. My lungs swelled and I lifted the war cry of The Tehvikings upon the air. It was returned upon both sides and we withdrew quickly. Laughing aloud and taunting our enemies to be sure they would follow us. We ran swiftly but not too swiftly for I knew I had severed the sinews of at least one mans leg.

We burst into the clearing and into the moonlight. I saw a gout of blood upon Thorgrims face but he was smiling and I knew then it did not belong to him. We formed up, spear over shield, at the far edge of the clearing and listened to the bandits crashing through the brush towords us. They were not woodsman, not in the least. The too burst into the clearing, paused for a moment and then charged us, screaming angrily. We held and met them head on.

For a moment it was fierce bloody work, but then I smiled at the face of Major Toland as he slit the last bandits throat from behind. The fury had never made a sound and the enemy had never even known they were there.

We stacked the bodies in the clearing and returned to camp. As always the dead would keep till daybreak, and we were blessed that none of them wore blue and black.

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It was a cool fall night, the color of the leaves were beginning to change. I was fighting beside my brother Eldegrim as well as a couple other Fury. Killing orc has become a familiar scene, one that I greatly enjoy. On this day like many others we Tehvikings were covered in the blood of our enemies. I may be credited with being the most “civilized” of the four, but with blood on my sword and the thirst of Njörðr pulsing through my veins like adrenaline, even I can give way to bloodlust.

Orc limbs were everywhere. Victory was all but assured for us even though we were only a few against many. More and more enemies fell to my sword and Eldegrim’s spear. “Thank Njörðr!” I thought, “I could not have asked for a grander night.” Then I heard a stampede of feet approaching quickly from behind, “A flank!” I thought, but I would not let them get the best of us. I turned around and struck out against an orc carrying a spear, who was charging towards us. I hit him right in the midsection and he fell with a yell that was quite deep for his kind.

The figures with him stopped abruptly. I thought, “Ha! Even the orc are beginning to fear my wrath” and I let out a roar. My mind was gone, drunken with rage. A deep voice called out to me from one of the figures standing before me. In an almost fatherly tone it said, “FINN, CALM DOWN! We’re here to help.” I closed my eyes and tried to shake the confusion from my mind. When I opened them I see a very angry Azhara walking over to a fallen Thurston. The attackers from behind were not a flank; they were re-enforcements.

Azhara helped Thurston to his feet. I guess I shouldn’t be too surprised that he was ok, he was wearing proper armor and those Thornin brothers have skin like carapace. They would make fine Vikings if they weren’t so bloody ugly. I chuckle and say to Thurston, as I rushed back to Eldegrim’s side, “Never sneak up on a warring Viking.”

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In the morning I awoke early. There was work to be done. I awoke Thorgrim and we set off to the clearing of the night before. We wanted to get there before any of the other Fury, there were bodies to be looted. We searched quickly and expertly for we had done this many times before. The dead were not sacred to the Tehvikings as they were to many others. We took their gold and trinkets, some jewelry and baubles to give to the wenches, and also some crude maps from their leader. Then we began to track.

I stopped momentarily at the edge of the clearing and piled some stones into a small cairn. Atop of which I chalked an arrow point in the direction we were heading. If something happened Mav and Finn would know where we had went.

We moved slowly through the forest, stopping at every bent twig and scraped tree. I started to sweat. It was still and airless under the forest canopy, and it was quiet. The wind couldn't penetrate here. We traveled for an hour, moving quietly through the pines, losing the trail twice but both times after a short delay we found it again. Soon we smelled smoke from a cooking fire, and at that we smiled at each other.

Others would sneak, and scout, and spy, but we were Tehvikings. I sounded my horn and screamed as Thorgrim and I burst from the treeline into the bandit camp. I noticed the fires were low and nearly burned out. More importantly no one met our charge. The camp was silent and abandoned. Quickly we rummaged through the tents and chests and packs. Gathering what swag we deemed important enough to carry away, we ran to the smoldering fire and gathered a handful of firebrands and began to scatter them amongst the tents and blankets. They would spend a cold night following us tonight, if they had the courage to that is.

We exited camp and began to lope off through the forest when Thorgrim stopped me with a word. “One moment” he said. He had seen something in the trees to the west. He ran off into the bushes and I lost sight of him, which is not easy to do. I heard a horse whinny and saw Thorgrim galloping towards me on the bandit chiefs horse leading another behind. The chief must have left them in camp to lead his men into battle, but horses... !@#$ it Thorgrim, Horses!

I heard some noise behind us and it decided my course of action instantly. I swung up and off we galloped for our camp. If they couldn't follow our tracks home they could follow my sneezes all the way.

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The fury, and the Eryndor crusade broke camp and marched off southeast. As we marched I began to wander the storerooms of my mind. I began to think of my brothers and myself, of my allies, of our quest. I smiled as I thought of how the strangers would view my brothers and I.

Of Finn, a warrior true, but with a scholars bearing. Of Thorgrim A bear sized man. Large and imposing, who with his large shield exuded a protective aura. Of Mav, who although brash and abrasive to some, was loved by us for his courage and faithfulness. Of myself, who once thought I and my brothers were important, of our small island, my whole world, who no one in the whole of the Eryndor crusade had ever heard of. Of how many souls had never heard the name of Tehviking and did not fear it. I felt a chill down my spine. The thought scared me, and Tehvikings do not scare easily. “Tonight” I swore through my smile. “Tonight they at least will know they shouldn't offer their ale to Tehvikings.”

The drums beat and my feet swung in step. “Give us something to march to Toland” I called. He smiled and pulled his Bazuke from a cart. He began to pluck it and the Fury broke into song. I smiled and lustily belted out an old marching tune. I knew soon the name of Tehviking would be on the lips of all the Crusaders.

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When they paint their faces in the blue woad it is more than decoration. It is a sacred rite. To the Tehvikings it means they would sooner die then fail, to them there is no turning back.
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