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The Viking host swarms out of Angermanland and descends into Sweden, finally ready to unleash the wrath of Valhalla. (No one except Thord and Dan actually calls our campaign that. Everyone else calls it "Operation Fuck Shit Up.")
They pass by the lone castle on the Swedes' northern border in silent contempt. Thord's men are driven by five years of despair, fear, and rage, and there is simply not enough to burn here.
But in Gastrikland, there is.
In the last days of the siege of Castle Hamrange, the defending Swedes attempt a final, desperate charge, hoping to break past the Norse line.
Five years later, after scouring the surrounding area for months, one kinsman of the Swedes who fought here finally gathers enough pieces of his cousin to bury.
News of the carnage spreads south to Sodertalje. A shaken King Anund sends an emissary north, asking for peace. Viking honor prevents Thord from simply killing the messenger for his king's insolence. Instead, he sends a reply: "Sweden will be more peaceful when its cities are all ashes."
Seeing their foe cannot be placated, the Swedes fight bravely on. The survivors of last year's slaughter at Lappland and Kemi finally come back from the Northern wastes and retake Vasterbotten. The day the news reaches Thord's camp at Halsingland, a howl of pure rage is heard around the gulf. Thord's thirst for Swedish blood has been growing for five years. Now, when he is ready to slake it on the Swedish heartland, he hears that he might have to turn back home again.
Thord is
remarkably disproportionately always angry. He splits his force, leaving Gungnir in command of the warband sieging Halsingland. The rest, he leads north against the men he let live a year ago, determined not to repeat their folly.
Anund's scouts see them departing. Realizing that with the men in Vasterbotten, he might stand a chance to beat back the Viking invasion, he sends out his personal guard, the bravest knights in Sweden. He puts Prince Erik, his own kinsman and marshal of the realm, in charge of the rescue mission. Erik leads his forces around Halsingland and into the north, hoping to crush the divided Norsemen between two armies.
But Thord's warband has already slaughtered their way through the Vasterbotten contingent. The jarl returns south, leading the advance guard. Meanwhile, Gungnir has left Halsingland and turned north to join his father. It is now the Swedes who are trapped between two armies.
The Swedish army is crushed; Erik barely escapes capture, fleeing the field as a coward. He will never find Valhalla.
In Angermanland, Sarica gives birth to a second daughter. Thord names her for the warden of the unrighteous dead, as a reminder that cowardice will not save the Christ-Men from the wrath of the true gods.
Erik flees back to Sodertalje, telling Anund what happened in the North. Now the king himself rides out in a black rage, gathering the nobles of the realm to him. Count Azur of Halsingland joins him, half mad after seeing the devastation the Norsemen visited on his lands. Neither of them care whether they live or die.
So they are presumably less disappointed when this happens:
The legions of Jarl Thord stand before you, recognizing you as intruders. "Death to them!" they scream.
Denizens of this mystic place attack without warning. You face 99 Berserkers, 99 Berserkers, 99 Berserkers, and 99 Berserkers.
Will your stalwart band choose to (F)ight or (R)un?
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Thord hears his hated foe has taken the field. He embraces the
berserkergang and lays about in an invincible frenzy, unable to feel pain, or indeed anything besides a very active desire to kill everyone on earth.
For his part, Count Azur himself falls upon the Vikings in righteous wrath and soon finds himself cut off from his fleeing men and surrounded. One puzzled Norsemen knocks this Swedish idiot off his horse, then drags him back to the camps until they can figure out who he is. A man this stupid is clearly important.
One of the false priests of the south is also taken.
The Swedish counteroffensive is defeated, but it has left Thord with too few men to complete Operation Fuck Shit Up. Unable to strike deeper into Sweden, he marches back to Vasterbotten, to retake it a third time.
Meanwhile, the Swedes rally and drive the Norsemen out of Halsingland, then march north to Angermanland a final time. Bjartra is under siege again. Six years into the war, the troops are positioned almost exactly as they were during its onset. With one key difference:
The Swedes have only half as many men as Anund's original army.
Thord has already evacuated the Angermanlanders, this time to Medelpad. While he could win against the Swedes now, that would leave him with too few men to follow with a siege and cement his victory. He resolves to strike south by sea, bypassing the siege. Let the Swedes camp outside Bjartra, he thinks. We will complete Operation Fuck Shit Up, then regroup and slaughter their invasion force.
If you're wondering why all our battles have been decisive victories, and yet the Swedes still have almost as many men as we do, and why Thord is having such difficulty maintaining an advantage, here's the difference between us and Sweden: while our fully mobilized realms would have fairly comparably sized armies, Sweden's are spread over 4-5 times as many counties, with ten marshals training troops instead of our one. Hence they recover from losses far more quickly than we can.
Moving on:
When both Halsingland and Gastrikland are his, Thord marches north to break the siege before Medelpad falls.
Within the castle walls, Sarica waits. Her presence here has kept the refugees from Angermanland calm; they know the jarl will not allow Anund to capture his own wife. When she hears the warhorns, she orders her personal housecarls to charge out and meet their lord. For herself, she climbs up to the castle battlements and looks south, watching as Thord marches in to her rescue. She holds up the little hand in hers, and Thord's new son waves down to greet his father.
She named him Mjolnir, meaning "crusher" in Old Norse. Thord wrote that he shall be the mighty hammer Thor will wield to crush the enemies of the true gods.
As for the battle below, Thord wins, as he must. He then races to Angermanland to finish off the fleeing Swedes. The refugees follow, for the warchief has sworn that Bjartra will not fall again, and they do not doubt his word.
Across the gulf, two Finnish tribes see that we're occupied and declare war on us, seeking to claim Pohjanmaa. Pagans backstabbing pagans? This is an unprecedented act of aggression against a peaceful nation that has never hurt anyone!
We never hurt anyone three times!
But other than demonstrating the length and girth of their hate-boner, I'm not sure what the Finns hope to accomplish here. Maybe they're hoping Anund will keep us busy long enough for them to force us to the negotiating table. Maybe they're hoping that we're weary of eight years of constant war and will just give the land to them. Foolish Finns, Vikings are NEVER weary of war.
That said, we'll deal with them later. Our castles in the east are strong and will keep them occupied for a while. Meanwhile, we've broken the last army Sweden can muster, and paved the way into its richest lands; after we retake our holdings, we'll be ready to win the war.
We carve a path through their pitiful resistance on our final push south. Five months later, we are beating down the gates of Uppland. In desperation, the young Duke Erik rides out of his palace to face us.
This proves unwise. Gungnir himself unhorses Erik, and Thord and his aged veterans plunders the ducal treasury. They have been here before; they know where to find the gold.
Not to worry, Gungnir tells the captive duke, we're sure the king will put together a ransom on your behalf.
With the wealthiest province in his kingdom now in Norse hands, and the most powerful duke of the realm held hostage, Anund faces the greatest humiliation a Viking or Swede can know: to leave a blood oath unfulfilled.
The king finally admits that he cannot contend with the Allfather's favored sons. In defeat, he offers Thord over 200 gold as tribute if he leaves his kingdom. On hearing disturbing reports of Finnish advances from the east, Thord accepts. Gungnir, now chancellor of the realm, writes "vae victis" beneath his signature on the treaty.
Sweden has been crushed. Its king is humbled, its castles smashed, its armies shattered, its lands are burning. It is a good day to be a Norseman.