"In an age when Excalibur had been lost and when wicked sorcerers sent for their cursive spells and the hordes of devils among all the warring realms, a Skraeling whose copper-tipped spear was utterly stained by the blood of many Pagans discovered the sword of Arthur within the cave of Merlin and took it to voyage the realms to battle countless sorcerers for blood and glory." -Snorri Sturluson, the poet of Icend

  Sailing upon a long-ship filled with the four bloodstained and mutited carcasses of Rus was the tall and tiger-built Moki, nude saved for a breechcloth, born with brown skin and possessing long raven hair.

  Armed with sheathed Welsh steel upon his bareback, he sailed his long ship with two paddles among the wild North Sea as he voyaged towards Jutnd Peninsu as the rain had touched his bloodstained body.

  Scowling, he stood up while using one paddle to sail his long ship eastward, until the rain had stopped and his ship stopped at the beach.

  Thus, the Moki jumped off from the ship and marched from the sand-stained crimson to the green bdes of grass.

  When the clouds summoned the snow to bury the Peninsu, he completely ignored the burning cold which touched his violent spirit.

  However, he suddenly stopped marching when he spotted the bloody, whipped and crucified corpse of a man, forever wearing the jewel crown of God and was utterly naked.

  White-bearded and with a wound in his chest, the carcass of the once king still shed tears from his blue eyes.

  Growling, he walked past the weakened king as a murder of hooded crows flew down towards the nailed down carcass.

  Walking one-hundred steps, he then entered a forest where he discovered a skewered Dane with an iron-tipped spear impaling the Dane’s stomach.

  Before he could cim the bloody spear itself however, he unsheathed his steel and gave a war-cry from his throat to see if this is an ambush only to see no one.

  Therefore, he sheathed his steel and marched towards the spear before he gripped it with both of his bare hands.

  Then, he pulled it out from the wounded Dane.

  But then, he heard ughter behind him.

  “We shall have your soul, Raven-Hair,” the voices ughed.

  Turning around to see ninety-nine short, yellow-eyed and naked blood-skinned devils, possessing iron daggers, flint-tipped spears, war-bows and copper-tipped arrows while they showed their fangs, dripping with spit.

  Rather than trembling in great terror as they all charged at him, Raven-Hair thrusted his spear which skewered through the mouth of a devil and as he let go and quickly drew his sword, he cut through three devils’ bellies.

  And as he dodged their throwing spears and firing arrows, he beheaded sixteen heads of devils, thrusted his sword at the heart of one of them and gutted fifteen more.

  “Sy him,” they all yelled as he sshed through the chests and arms of forty-one of them.

  Giving out upon their spears and bows, the dragger-wielding devils charged at him to stab his heart.

  But as if it was his violent will of the Sun-God possessed him, Raven-Hair hacked through their arms, chests, necks and stomachs with a single swing of his red bde.

  The devils dropped dead in the snow as he sheathed his steel and walked towards the dead devil with the spear in his bled mouth.

  Pulling out the spear however, the dead devil began to speak to him.

  “Rasputin shall come for your soul for you wields the sword of Arthur and thus, destined to sit upon the throne of Britain.

  But you are cursed with his blood long after he slew many of his enemies in many battles for the British.

  And our lord, Rasputin shall seek all of Arthur’s children to conquer all of Britain for Kievan Rus.”

  Feeling the great anger of his divine twins of war whispering his ears, Raven-Hair crushed the fiend’s skull with a single stomp before he marched northward, spear-in-hand.

  Once the twilight had entered the sky, he chased after a young red stag across the snow before throwing the spear which hit the pierced through its heart.

  As the stag fell dead, he ran to its carcass and took out the spear-stained scarlet.

  He carried the dead stag with both hands as he journeyed up north where he saw a caged carriage.

  A caged carriage filled with the eighteen half-eaten small bodies of blonde-haired and blue-eyed girls.

  Growling in disgust, he continued to march nevertheless until he found an empty cave.

  Dropping the stag’s body, he drew his sword and once the dusk awoken, he cooked the stag’s meat with the six burning sticks before he ate every st piece.

  Once the dawn had awakening as he buried the fire with dirt and snow however, an arrow flew and hit the earth.

  Realizing they must be Northmen nor devils coming for him, he ran westward, spear-in-hand for he knew the hour of Danes and demons began.