TRONDHEIM SAGEN

Part 16 of the first chapter of the fourth volume of the TRONDHEIM SAGEN “God Wants It”.

It is not possible! Have you read the treaties? Have you at least observed the illustrations? Without study you will never learn, and don’t think you are too adult to have to lean your head on books, because learning never stops! When you rest on the laurels of ignorance, believing in the error of others without checking, you become cowardly and foolish!

Earth and water will not be enough for our enemy: he aspires to blood! You can take my word for it, he is able to grab whatever he needs! His armies have sprung from the gloomy fortress and trod the battlefields, sowing the germ of terror everywhere. Late is the time to hope for political solutions, only steel can support our reason!

“Come to my possessions and shout orders as if you had the right? How dare you?”    “Calm yourself, burly fallen noble, or you will get heartbreak! We are in your house since the Lord of the North commands us, and in the face of this all the rest is morning fog!”

Raise your head, you wretched scum? When my Lord returns, you will no longer dare to bark like mad dogs! He will snatch joy and life from your chest, still giving you time to suffer and repent of your ignorance. There is no way to escape the Lord of the Old Mound!

“Madam, do you need an escort? It is not wise to wander around all alone with such beauty, you could run into villains!”     “Don’t worry about me, sir, I’ll be able to look after my pretty face. It is certainly not thanks to it that I became Valkyrie of the North, but because of the corpses scattered over my shoulders!”

You men believe you are the masters of these lands, the ones elected to govern every creature by virtue of the acquired power and immeasurable number. However, you should be more careful about raising emblems of your greatness or you will end up attracting the ancient calamities upon you. Should it happen, you would end up like ants under the sole of a boot!

Part 15 of the first chapter of the fourth volume of the TRONDHEIM SAGEN “God Wants It”.

You expose yourself too much! Extend your arm and shift your center of gravity until you can no longer retract. Thus you become easy prey for the enemy. Not everyone fights well, following the rules. At the Schola you will find swordmasters capable of learning about the fundamentals. Don’t throw yourself into the fight without being able to get out alive!

You will be able to attack me with your slimy devices, challenge your fate behind every quibble, yet I will still be erect, when all of you will drown in the unworthy blood of the infamous. The Verb of the Warrior Gods did not fear the Malevolent God, the injury of the aeons or the ignorance of peoples and certainly will not fear you!

“Do you think you have the chance to see the future dawn?”    “Don’t be trembling, my friend! If we survive the Thousand Gates, we will gain glory in abundance for the rest of our lives. Otherwise we won’t have anything to complain about!”    “Yes, because those demons never grant safe conduct!”

You will see the sun fall over the horizon and never rise again. The waters will become deadly and everything will be devoured by the vehemence of the God of War! Escape, flee, if you can, but there is no narrow enough ravine or deep enough tunnel to find escape from the fury of those who advance against our walls!

Did you call me damsel? Do you know who you are talking to? I am a woman of the North, I was born from the imperishable ice and between its acrimonious grip I forged myself in a brutal fight. As I pass, the streets are tinged with blood, the barrels are emptied of cider and the cowards fall like leaves in autumn! Are you sure you want to disrespect me?

“You men persist in not understanding how poised you are on the edge of the dark abyss! You believe yourselves the masters of the emerged lands, you exploit them indiscriminately without hesitation, accepting your state of ticks, parasites! Sooner or later the world will be crossed by an earth shattering and will shake off all of you, returning to the primordial purity of its origin!”     -King Belial, Lord of Denethor