* '''Eivor:''' ''Your father left a strong saga.''
* '''Eivor:''' ''Your father left a strong saga.''
|-|I don't agree.=
|-|I don't agree.=
* '''Eivor:''' ''There was once a village here. Of innocent folk. Working, hustling, cheating, laughing, whoring. Life. Ww turned it to kindling, men died, refugees fled. A village is turned to ashes.''
* '''Eivor:''' ''There was once a village here. Of innocent folk. Working, hustling, cheating, laughing, whoring. Life. We turned it to kindling, men died, refugees fled. A village is turned to ashes.''
* '''Ivarr:''' ''come now! We are Norsemen! That is our calling.
* '''Ivarr:''' ''Come now! We are Norsemen! That is our calling.''
|-|Are you satisfied, Ivarr?=
|-|Are you satisfied, Ivarr?=
* '''Eivor:''' ''Is this enough blood paid, Ivarr? We've spilt enough to slake the thirst of Fenrir.''
* '''Eivor:''' ''Is this enough blood paid, Ivarr? We've spilt enough to slake the thirst of Fenrir.''
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Eivor approached Wesberie and overheard Ivarr and Ceolbert talking.
Ivarr:Smell that, Ceolbert?
Ceolbert:I...I think so. A faint, grassy odor?
Ivarr:No, no, the air smells of distant thunder. Thor walks with us.
Eivor:There's Ivarr. Ceolbert, too.
Eivor approached.
Eivor:Ivarr. Ceoelbert."
The two stood up from their crouched position.
Ivarr:Hej, Eivor. I was telling the aetheling here that Thor is with us this day. Our victory is assured.
Eivor:So, what is your plan?
Ivarr:That bastard Ynyr commands this hamlet. So let us show these folks what happens when a village bows to the Britons. Smash it to kindling, burn it to ashes, and cut Ynyr's tender throat. Right, my boy?
Ceolbert:I hope to fight well, not cruelly. The cutting of throats, I leave to you.
Eivor:Ynyr is the Britons' best warrior. If he dies a brutal death, Rhodri will think twice about fighting back.
Eivor:Flames and smoke will warm Rhodri's desire for peace. Ynyr is a lesser concern.
Ivarr:Peace is for suckling babes, but as you like.
Eivor:If we prevail here, Ceolbert becomes ealdorman.
Ivarr:First an aetheling, soon an ealdorman. One day, the king! O, you are jumping rank, boy.
Ceolbert:I hope to begin my tenure in Peace, Ivarr. Let us finish this hear, once and for all.
Ivarr:Even talks like an ealdorman now.
Ivarr:Ugh...my blood runs hot. Let us rush in now and leave a trail of bloody kindling.
Eivor:A stealthy approach might earn us more time.
Ivarr:Bah! I prefer sound and fury. But do as you must.
Eivor:I want to go in quietly. No point bringing in every armed Briton down on your heads.
Ivarr:Am I to stand here drooling like the village idiot, waiting for your success?
Eivor:Ceolbert, listen to this old man's stories and wipe his drool for him.
Ivarr:I am not a patient man, Eivor. Put these dogs down quietly or I may just join you the way I did in Ledecestre.
Eivor made her way toward Wesberie.
Ivarr:We will stay behind and draw runes in the dirt. But do not take long, my blood is up.
Eivor began to stealtily burn all the cottages, until Ivarr grew impatient and charged in shouting.
Ivarr:Eivor! Are you not done? Have you stopped to nap? Enough! I will have blood! Ivar...!"
Eivor:Gods, Ivarr. You're a rabbid hound.
Eivor:Bloody kindling it is! We will smash this place to splinters!
Ivarr:Come, Ceolbert. The fight is on!
Eivor:Let the Saxon villagers flee, Ivarr. Only the Britons deserve our wrath.
Eivor, Ivarr and Ceolbert run into the village.
Ivarr:Thor thunders beside us!
Ceolbert:Aaah!
Ivarr:Light it up and burn it down! Burn it all down!
As Eivor went throughout the town, she could overhear the villagers talking.
Anglo-Saxon Man:I wish somebody'd chase these Britons out of here.
Anglo-Saxon Man:This war is endless. Who cares who's our lord? The sheep must be shorn either way.
After the burning of the houses, Ynyr appeared to investigate the disturbance.
Ivarr:Eivor, here comes Ynyr! He's roiling in like a winter sea!
Briton Warrior:You think those Danes will ever stop coming for us? You'd think killing Rhodri's brother shoulda been enough for 'em.
Ynyr ap Cadfarch:Smoke! Danes! They're in the camp.
The trio fought Ynyr.
Ivarr:I'll broil you alive and feed your balls to chickens, Ynyr!
Ynyr Ap Cadfarch:Ivarr! You lost on the beach at Mona, and you will lose here.
Ivarr:Your army is weak! We will gut you like tired swine!
Ynyr ap Cadfarch:I'll pull your tongue through the back of your throat just to shut you up.
Eventually Ynyr was killed.
Ivarr:So much for Ynyr. Fearsome Briton, my bunghole."
After all of the enemies were killed.
Ivarr:Ah! That's the last of them! Let us get a good view of our handiwork, Ceolbert! Join us, Eivor! Look here! Look upon this masterpiece!
Eivor met with Ivarr and Ceolbert in a small count on the edge of town and spoke to Ivarr while Ceolbert prayed.
Ivarr:Eivor! Did you see Ceolbert fight? He is all balls now.
Ceolbert:I give thanks for victory and ask penance for taking lives.
Ivarr:O Ceolbert, your God bores me to death. Have a laugh, we won!
Ceolbert shook is head.
Ceolbert:And I took no pleasure in it, Ivarr.
Ivarr:Eivor and I were made for this, my boy. The song of swords, the blood-mist, the bone-crunching and baring of teeth.
Eivor:To survive a battle is to be born anew, in blood and screams.
Ivarr:My father died in a snake pit. Left nothing but moldy bones and putrid flesh. But by the gods, he had earned a place at Odin's table!
Eivor:Your father left a strong saga.
Eivor:There was once a village here. Of innocent folk. Working, hustling, cheating, laughing, whoring. Life. We turned it to kindling, men died, refugees fled. A village is turned to ashes.
Ivarr:Come now! We are Norsemen! That is our calling.
Eivor:Is this enough blood paid, Ivarr? We've spilt enough to slake the thirst of Fenrir.
Ivarr: Why stop there?
Eivor:Ceolbert, I would know your mind on all this. Are you satisfied with our victory?
Ceolbert:I...I believe I am. I'll still need word from Rhodri as soon as possible. What does he intend?
Eivor:He will see the flames. He'll know Wesberie has been destroyed.
Ivarr:The bleeding pus pit claims only an dragon can defeat him. We'll soon put that to the test.
Eivor:It is peace we want, Ivarr. Not revenge. If you cannon accept that, return to Repton now.
Ivarr:You do not know Rhodri as I do, Eivor. You do not know what a slippery, lying shit he can be."
Ceolbert:Enough talk of killing! I need a moment of calm.
Ivarr:You need mead.
Ceolbert:No, Ivarr. True calm. A walk in the woods to clear the air. Or...fishing. Would you go fishing with me?
Ivarr:Fishing, huh? Looking for a warm puddle to dangle your worm in?'
Ivarr gestured to his crotch and Ceolbert shook his head.
Ceolbert:I saw a small pond nearby. Will you come?
Eivor: We can all take a moment to allow our blood to cool.
The three began walking toward the pond.
Ceolbert:It's just up here.
Ivarr:I have no fondness for fishing. Where is the sport in it? There is no chance the fish will kill me.
Outcome
Eivor, Ivarr and Ceolbert burned Wesberie and killed Ynyr ap Cadfarch and his men. Peace was negotiated between both parties. Eventually Eivor found and brought back a dying Ceolbert to camp.
Gallery
Ceolbert and Ivarr spying on Wesberie
Eivor finds both Ceolbert and Ivarr near the camp
Eivor resolves to attack Wesberie her way
Eivor prepares to light a hut on fire
Ceolbert, Eivor and Ivarr regroupe after the battle
Ceolbert with a basket of fish caught
Ivarr angrily storms off, refusing peace talks with the Britons
Eivor and Deorlaf prior to the peace talks
Eivor and Deorlaf meet with Angharad on peace talks
Eivor shakes hands with Angharad to signify peace between the Britons and the Norse
Eivor asks a vikingr for Ceolbert's whereabouts
Eivor finds a drunken vikingr in the camp
Eivor speaks to the now sober soldier
Eivor encounters a mortally wounded Ceolbert in the cave
Eivor discovers a dagger of Britonnic origin
Ivarr desperatly checks on his protégé
Ceolbert succumbs to his wounds
Ivarr uses the Britonnic dagger as proof to declare war against Rhodri