Europe / Scotland (Clan Hrafnstead, Northern Scotland): August 1st, 1029 AD.
"DIE YOU BASTARD." Said a unknown loud, screaming gruff voice with a distinctive viking like accent.
My eyes shot open instantly from the unbearable bite chilling cold air and smell of piss and shit and seen a giant brutish hairy looking shirtless man on top of me, his giant muscular arm coming down at inhuman speeds towards my face with a huge axe.
I swiftly slammed my knee hardly between his legs, making his face instantly turn pale from shock.
*BOOOM*
*CRACK*
"AGHHHHHH…F…FUCKING PIG SHIT." Said the brutish man screaming at the top of his lungs while falling beside me on the ground with gritted teeth and bloodshot eyes in pain as he clutched his jewels between his legs.
I Immediately looked around, staring down every individual gathered around us cheering someone named ragnar, whilst booeing someone named gunnar and thought with clear detachment in my gaze "Don't fucking tell me I died again"
"Status." I said immediately with a stress filled sigh as I ran my left hand through my new long curly jet black hair. Not caring that the brutish man was getting angrier by the second from me ignoring his presence next to me.
[DING!]
[STATUS]
[Name: Mordred Ainsworth]
[Race: Human (Gifted Human)]
[Str Lvl: 3rd Rank Intermediate Aura User]
[Age: 28]
[Health: [Internal Bleeding], [Dislocated Shoulder], [Bruising]
[Perks: [Perfect Health], [Insight]
[Bloodline: Gifted Human]
[Aura Ability: Locked]
[Bloodline Ability: Telepathy]
[Foundation Art: Chess Sutra (3rd Rank Intermediate Aura User)]
[Titles: [Thegn (Lord) of Ainsworth Keep], [Mordred The Mad], [The Mad One]
[Skills: [Etiquette: Elementary], [Intrigue: Elementary], [Spearmanship: Advanced], [Aura Meditation: Advanced ], [Swordsmanship: ? Style (Master)], [Horsemanship: Master], [Daggership: Master], [Multilingual: Master], [Sex: Grandmaster], [Leadership: Elementary]
[Storage: Mordred's Memory]
"HAHAHAHA." I said, suddenly laughing loudly out of nowhere as my eyes looked at the new name displayed on the status screen, no one being able to tell weather my laughter meant something good, or something bad.
"Y…YOU…." Said the brutish man stutteringly about to obviously pick up his axe again and try to attack me.
"Silence you ugly little shit, you trying to kill me you ugly fuck, huh, are you." I said strangely, a little too calmly, but the most shocking part is that the brutish man immediately closed his mouth like it was a command and dropped the axe back on the ground.
I looked down at the long sword in my hand and gritted my teeth hardly in pain while getting up from the ground, using the long sword to support myself as my wounds started healing at fast speeds thanks to my perfect health perk.
"Why the hell wont this bastard just drop dead already" Thought a unknown, almost whisper like voice full of disgust.
"Huh" I thought confusedly while looking at some gruff dirty looking men, beautiful, ugly young and old women and some innocent looking children who waved shyly, whilst still cheering, obviously rooting for the brutish man on the ground.
"Just die already mordred, lord of ainsworth keep, it would save you the trouble of diminishing your own honor than it already has" Thought a unknown, almost whisper like voice with a sigh.
I snapped my head around again at the crowd, my eyes squinting at each and every individual who started to quiet down from the sudden stop of action.
"START FIGHTING ALREADY RAGNAR, SON OF STYRKAR, IF THIS WAS ON THE BATTLEFIELD YOU WOULD BE DEAD ALREADY YOU MEWLING OX GYAHAHA." Said a very old gruff looking hairy man with a large pot belly, laughing loudly as he chugged down ale from a big wooden cup.
I looked back at my status screen that I didn't dismiss yet and thought with surprise while slowly, but limpingly making my way over to the brutish man named ragnar on the ground like his body was locked in place "So those were voices from my new telepathy bloodline ability, what a strange yet useful ability"
Suddenly I grinned widely as I finally arrived by ragnar's twitching body, most likely still under my telepathic command to not try and kill me and said loudly with bloodshot eyes and gritted teeth as I raised and slammed my sword down at ragnar's neck "DIE YOU BASTARD."
Suddenly a huge axe collided with my sword out of nowhere.
*BOOOM*
The ground cracked a little.
The huge crowd instantly quieted down from the hype suddenly dying out and started whispering about how dishonorable the sudden interruption of the fight was and about how such a person should be put to death for tarnishing a man's honor like that.
The grin on my face quickly faded as it came and looked at the muscular calloused hand that was the holder of the axe and followed all the way up to the muscular arm, the face being of a rather tall woman and instantly said calmly "Move bitch."
"Isn't that brynhildr the ugly." Said a middle aged woman whisperingly with her hand over her mouth.
"Yes I think so, but shouldn't she be fighting off the ulfstead clan." Said another middle aged woman whisperingly, her hand also covering her mouth.
Another woman sighed and said with a snicker "Poor child if only she was born like the rest of us women."
"You hear that whoever you are, you shouldn't involve yourself in a man to man fight, it's dishonorable, disgusting and unbecoming of a warrior such as yourself." I said calmly while shoving her away from me.
Brynhildr didn't budge a inch and said coldly while putting the big axe on her shoulder, her scottish accent being as very distinctive as mine was when I was speaking "He is the
toísech's son, the toísech would be displeased if his eldest suddenly disappeared and only finds a head."
"She is right, I must have lost some brain cells from dying too much" I thought while pulling back my sword and sheathing it, catching the old man that was chugging the ale on the corner of my eye, set the big wooden cup on a wooden table and stand up from his seat.
Suddenly everyone quieted down.
"THE WINNER IS MORDRED THE MAD, THEGN OF AINSWORTH KEEP, EVERYONE SAY AYE." Said the old man loudly with his huge axe raised in the air, as he made his way over to me and grabbed my arm with incredible strength and raised it in the air.
The crowed was silent for a moment, no one spoke a single word, only the biting chill of the cold wind reminding everyone that they were still present and alive.
*BANG* *BANG* *BANG* *BANG*
"AYE, AYE, AYE, AYE." Said half of the viking like men and some women, beating their weapons on shields as they chanted loudly.
*BOOOM*
I instantly hurled over and threw up spit, coughing hardly as I glared at the laughing old man.
"GYAHAHAHAHA, YOUR A WINNER LORD MORDRED SO QUIT SULKING." Said the old man loudly while walking away, not even bothering to apologize for punching me in the stomach.
I gritted my teeth and thought while standing back up straight "Damn old fart"
"He definitely has a bloodline ability, I must report this to the toísech" Thought the old man while stroking his beard as he blended in with the crowed.
"Fuck, now I got even more shit to deal with" I thought while clicking my teeth as I started to take my leave.
A hand landed on my shoulder and gripped it tightly.
"Were do you think your going you fucking horse dung." Said ragnar's voice out of nowhere suddenly with immense hatred not being hidden within it.
I looked back at ragnar and thought "Sleep"
*Boom*
Ragnar fell to the ground unconscious, the dispersing crowd not paying heed to it in the slightest.
I stared at his body for a moment, wishing I could just kill him and get rid of it, but knew that I shouldn't be hasty in my new environment considering I didn't integrate the former mordred's memories yet.
"Let's find a safe place to collect my thoughts first and we'll go from their" I thought while taking my leave as fast as I could, brushing past the woman known as brynhildr the ugly and summoned her status screen.
[DING!]
[STATUS]
[Name: Brynhildr Hrafnstead]
[Race: Human (Troll)]
[Str Lvl: None]
[Age: 25]
[Health: Healthy]
[Bloodline: Troll]
[Aura Ability: None]
[Bloodline Ability: Troll Physique]
[Foundation Art: None]
[Titles: [Brynhildr The Ugly], [The She Beserker], [The Unkillable One], [The Right Vice toísech's Ugly Daughter]
[Skills: [Axemanship: Grandmaster], [Etiquette: Intermediate], [Spearmanship: Mid], [Swordsmanship: Hrafnstead Style (Elementary)], [Horsemanship: Master], [Daggership: Intermediate], [Embroidery: Elementary], [Storytelling: Intermediate]
[Traits: [Prodigal Axe Wielder], [Proud], [Observant], [Fierce], [Cold], [Battle Hardened, [Eternal Loner], [The Worst Cook], [Faithful Woman], [Sadist], [Unwanted Bride]
Brynhildr locked eyes with mines as I walked past her.
I clicked my teeth at her and left into the distance while thinking with a sigh "Well that explains everything as to why she is so damn strong, but that still dosn't awnser my question, is this a true beginning or not"
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THE END…