PoisonousIvee
Cluster
- Joined
- Nov 28, 2017
He had been to many raids in his lifetime, since he was a young man of fifteen hard winters. He always came home with new weapons, new armor and furs, new men and women happy to serve a better purpose and join him rather than die. This trip was going to be no different. He had heard of new land to conquer and had set out to claim it. If there were others there, he would give them the choice to stay and die or return home with him and be something more. He wasn't an unreasonable man. He was a good chief and pulled his weight instead of sitting on some chair and growing fat. No, he would not become his father. His father was a short, fat, bitter man; Derek was the polar opposite. Tall, muscular, with a presence that didn't demand respect but more commanded it. Everyone in the village looked up to him for safety and survival, and he gave it to them - as was his responsibility.
When they made landfall, they were met with resistance, as expected. He slammed his axes into shields and broke them and the men under them until he couldn't pull his axes back, to which he just stole new ones as he made his way through the different homes. If they were full of women and children, he told them where the ships were should they wish to live. Any house he met that had men in them, well, nine times out of ten was met with death. He kicked open the door of one home and stopped, spying only one single woman within.
When they made landfall, they were met with resistance, as expected. He slammed his axes into shields and broke them and the men under them until he couldn't pull his axes back, to which he just stole new ones as he made his way through the different homes. If they were full of women and children, he told them where the ships were should they wish to live. Any house he met that had men in them, well, nine times out of ten was met with death. He kicked open the door of one home and stopped, spying only one single woman within.
