Chapter 5: BLUDEAGLE. Arthur Valhalla(4)
An: here we'll see Arthur make his way to his new territory. Kill some men who refuse to bend their knee. Make some friends with smart individuals who know what Arthur wants is what's going to happen. Like it or not.
(Arthur pov)
After nearly 2 weeks of constantly flying every night finally got me close enough to see what will become my new home. If I'm being honest the infrastructure and keeps built here mean nothing to me. I will destroy it all and rebuild it anew.
Coming upon a port city I believe is called kings house port, I make a fly over in the darkness as to keep my presence here hidden until I'm ready to strike.
I send Artemis overhead and look through her eyes.
After getting a lay of the land I know exactly what I'm going to do. I'll wait for the lord to leave the shitty keep he currently resides in, then I'll challenge him in front of as many people as I can.
Surely thatll be enough to make the idiot listen to reason. Hell I might even let him keep his lands in kings house port should he impress me. Although I don't hold out much hope.
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After getting what I needed from Artemis, I made my camp on the northern peninsula of Sparta. I will not call my land skagos. That sounds like a pile of shit. Although, with the current state of the town I saw when passing over through Artemis' eyes, pile of shit would explain a lot.
I make my way to lay down against morgoth with frost beside me and Artemis up atop a cliff face behind me. I decided to stay without a fire since I do not know if I'd be found out in the morning by some hunting party or other. However, even without the warmth of a fire morgoths natural heat, combined with frosts huge body and fur, make for a rather toasty fit.
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Coming too In the morning I check my armor and weapons, ensuring no fuck ups with occur thatll lead me to die to some creatin.
Walking up to morgoth I speak, "it's time to claim this land my friend. Are you ready?" A highpitched screech is my answer.
I nod along and climb up his offered wing alongside frost, my ever faithful companion, and begin the true first steps to establishing myself and my bloodline in this world.
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(3rd Pov)
The loud, unmistakable sound of a dragon roar woke up every single inhabitant of the small port town. They all scrambled out of their respective hollows for homes and looked skyward to see if the gods had finally come to put them out of their misery.
What they saw confirmed many of the ones who believed this line of thinking. A huge, winged creature came soaring towards the group of gathered villagers. Landing in the snow that had built up due to the early summer snows coming in, mist was blown every which way when the beast landed. Causing all there to sheild their eyes.
When they finally got a good look at what was in front of them they became even more terrified, for on the back of the creature was a man. Donned In a grey cloak interspersed with red and white, with intricate lines woven together around the boarder of the fabric, a man walked down the beasts mighty wing.
Walking towards them they could see a set of stark grey eyes interspersed with red. A terrifying and beautiful sight. However, none could see his face, for the cloak provided the perfect amount of shade to block his features from view.
If one looked closely though, curly white locks could be discerned among the shadows of intrigue this figure radiated.
He spoke in a soft, but commanding voice that had all movin to do his bidding without even being aware of why, ""go get your lord. It's time for things to change around here.""
With a few men scrambling off to do what the stranger said, another man cautiously approached with bread and salt. The man however immediately turned it down, ""I will not partake in guest right until I know the nature of your lord.""
That caused a visible shiver to run through the crowd. Their lord was anything but welcoming and respectful.
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After a few minutes a voice all the villagers recognized as the lords' cut through the silence.
""What is the meaning of this?! Who dares to interrupt my day and make me come face this cold? I'll take your manhood for that alone bastard!""
All the villagers flinched. Knowing full well the man would make good on his promise if given half an opportunity. They only prayed this new stranger would not take too much offense.
Sadly, they should've known such a thing was too good to be true. The stranger spoke with an edge to his voice the villagers had not previously heard. Making them all take a step back.
""You speak as though you're too important to be bothered. I assure you. You'll want to at least hear what I have to say,"" the stranger was clearly trying to keep calm. The villagers could hear his teeth grinding together.
However, their lord continued to push him once again. This time would be the last.
""Fuck you. Scrawny little boy. I bet you don't even have hair on your stones yet. Hahaha. What do I need to listen to you for? Fuck you and your whore mother for making me brave this cold. I'll enjoy taking your manhood." The lord said in a snear, moving to grab his weapon.
Sadly it was too late. In a flash their lord was thrown from his feet by a blur. When they all saw what beast it was, it caused Jist as much fear but even more awe then seeing the flying mount of the strange man.
A Direwolf. As tall as a man. Viscous face staring at the lord of kings house port.
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The stranger spoke words that woild be remembered by every soul there to witness it. As well as the descendents of these people gathered here.
""Today you will see a new beginning. This land will be called Sparta from this day forward. As for the lord here, well I have a special punishment for you.
For using my mothers name on your filthy tongue, I'll give you the greatest punishment a member of my family can give. A bludeagle. Watch and learn residents of Sparta. For if you decide to go against house Valhalla, this is the same fate that awaits you.""
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He made two of the villagers drive wooden posts into the ground while two more men tied up the lord.
Lord Valhalla began by cutting the tunic and cloak off lord sten. Then he made a line directly down his back, slowly but surely peeling back the meat and skin hiding the bones underneath.
When he got to the ribs lord Valhalla took his fist and punched through each of them before spreading them out like a pair of wings.
Finally, the bloody scene came to and end when lord Valhalla took out his lungs and set them upon his shoulders. Looking like the plum of and eagle.
Lord sten had suffered far more than any had a right to. It struck fear in the propel of kings house port. Lord Valhalla spoke again gaining everyone's attention.
""From now on you are Spartans. You serve one house. One ruler. Me. House Valhalla. Any who do not wish to comply can step up and duel me for right of Sparta leadership. If not, someone show me to my new castle.""
And with that the beginning of a dynasty that would echo across the world laid the first stone of its foundation.
An: enough writing for today. I've written 4 chapters and done too much research after working all day. I'm done for the night. See you all tomorrow 💪🏼
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