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Eivor:Randvi mentioned this place. The last known location of the Summer Army.
Eivor came upon a group of men atop the ruins.
Eivor:Hail! What has happened here?
Magni:Who is asking?
Eivor:Eivor of the Raven Clan. Did you and your men fail to take the village?
Magni:No, no, we had it for a time. Was nothing but a cluster of wattle-and-daub huts when we came. We made it lively. Grantebridge was a thriving hub of trade and song under the care of Soma, or jarlskona. But the Saxons took it back. They appeared within the city, as if rising from the shadows, and drove us out.
Eivor:That's terrible. How were you ambushed?
Eivor:They just appeared in the city?
Eivor:What about the city walls? And your guards?
Magni:The walls were unbreached, the guards unaware.
Magni:It was like they burst out of the center of the city itself! Setting aflame everything in their path, shouting some nonsense about an ancient order of warriors. By the time I saw the fires, too many of us were killed or captured. Our jarlskona, Soma, she bellowed a retreat and we took refuse in the ruins. But in the chaos, we were seperated. She and the bulk of our forces fled north-east into the swamps.I'd follow if we were fit to. We need her iron fist.
Eivor:I can find Soma. Be ready when we return.
Magni:She'll be deep in the fog of Fenlands by now. Find her longship. That's your best bet.
On a table in the ruins, Eivor came upon Magni's Report.
Magni's Report: Saxons. Dozens of them. Don't know where they came from or how they caught us off guard, but they did.
And they were ready. Coordinated. Their attack forced us to scatter. We had no choice but to retreat, and that too they were ready for.
Many good men were lost, and here I find myself alive, with many questions and no answers. Not yet.
Getting in the Longship, they traversed the river, and came upon a lot of ship debris.
Dag:Looks like Ragnarok itself came for Grantebridge.
Eivor:A great battle raged nearby... hold course. We'll see what else lies within the fog.
They came upon a wrecked longship surrounded by enemies, along with a few prisoners.
Eivor:Soma cannot be far. I should have a look around. There, a beached longship. Dane markings.
She apporached the group of prisoners.
Norse Warrior:Cut use loose. Hurry!
Once freed, they charged at the remaining enemies. Eivor searched the longship and found a note.
Eivor:This was a fine longship. Fit for a chief. It must belong to Soma.
Eivor then spoke to one of the Norse Warriors.
Eivor:Is your jarlskona nearby?
Norse Warrior:Not here. Soma dragged the Saxons east from her longship to tire them out and lose them in the fog.
Followed the trail of bodies, Eivor came upon Soma in the small ruins of Middelun, helping out the injured warriors.
Soma:You're still in fighting shape. Take a walk about the camp, your strength will return. Take him to the shelter for warmth. Slap some moss on that gash and wrap it well.
She went to a moaning warrior.
Soma:Egil? Egil, look at me. Remember the boars you felled our first day in England? Hold his arms. Nine, large and fat. Fed us for a week. Yeah?
Norse Warrior:Yeah--
He howled in pain as Soma snapped his foot back into place.
Soma:You'll be chasing more in a month, my friend. You come like a Valkyrie out of the fog. But we have no dead to give you.
Eivor:You must be Soma.
Soma:Let's talk elsewhere. Give them a chance to rest.
Eivor:Quite a hit you took. How many were lost?
Soma:It's kind of you to ask, but with so much blood in the water and death on the air, I'd know your name and purpose first.
Eivor:Eivor of the Raven Clan. I came for you, looking for a friend and ally.
Soma:I see. I'm Soma, Lord of Grantebridge. Though it seems an order of lunatics wishes to strip me of that title.
Eivor:The Order of the Ancients?
Soma:Sounds right. The Saxon called Wigmund is one of them. He robbed me of my city, forced us into these swamps. I've rallied some of my soldiers, but my three advisors are missing. If we hope to retake Grantebridge, I'll need them at my side.
Eivor:Tell me about them.
Soma:They are my best, my inner circle: Birna, Galinn, Lif. We may as well be of the same blood.
Eivor:If I can reunite them, and we retake your city, can I call you a friend and ally?
Soma:If you can do all that, you can call me whatever you want.
Eivor:Who is this Wigmund? And what does he want?
Soma:He's a flailing ealdorman under the old king. A bitter man digging his fingernails into Grantebridge, just to say he can. He's made many attempts to unseat me before. This time, he managed the trick.
Eivor:What happened to Grantebridge?
Soma:The ealdorman, Wigmund, seized it from us. I'm not sure how he maanaged, but he will not keep it. Not for long. He has supporters outside the city, but this attack seemed to come from inside the walls. From the heart of Grantebridge.
Eivor:Let's find your advisors.
Soma:Agreed. We'll look for signs of their longboats along the river. And if we are swift, we will find them before the wolves do. The fog is more hindrance than hiding place now. Let's light the way back.