The
sky began to lighten as Hemming Wulfgarson readied his pack for the
long trip ahead. His fathers old Huscarl, Fafnir Svafrlamirson, was
sharpening his axe while the young Bondi, Oleg Vikarson, thanked the
Farmer for his hospitality. Hemming's head swam at the thought of how
he had gone from inheriting his fathers lands to exile in just two
short seasons.
Wulfgar
had died from age and illness in the Summer of 985. Hemming had taken
over as Jarl and his brother Dag had inherited a few farmsteads to
the north. Hemming remained a loyal supporter of the King, Haakon
Thrandson, and all was well. This continued through the fall and
winter of that year and it wasn't until shortly after the new year,
in the Spring of 986, that things all began to go horribly wrong.
First
the King had died suddenly and without an heir. All the Jarls were
quickly called to the capital and the factions began to jockey for
support. Hemming had sided with the Jarls of the Western Province in
backing a distant relative of King Haakon. Those from the East backed
the Grandson of the King before Haakon. They were at an impasse and
it looked as if the country would be torn by civil war. It was at
this point that Aun Bjarnisson pulled Hemming aside. He said he had a
way to make a deal with the Eastern Jarls but he needed Hemming to go
a get Odin's Godi, Stakard Svafrlamirson, to quickly coronate the new
heir before they had a chance to change their minds. In order for
this to work, Aun explained, Hemming's brother Dag would have to be
present to cast his vote while Hemming brought the priest.
The
road had been hard and Hemming had been waylaid by bandits, but two
days later he brought Stakard to the Council chambers. It was then he
learned he had been duped. Aun's sly tongue had fooled him and preyed
upon his brothers sympathy for the Eastern Jarls. Dag had cast the
deciding vote for the candidate of the Western Jarls. They then
claimed that Hemming had kidnapped the Godi to prevent the
coronation. Rather than further shame his family name or challenge
his beloved brother to combat, Hemming accepted the penalty of exile.
Now
he would follow the winds to fame and fortune and cut a swath across
the fat belly of the decadent southern lands. If he could make it out
of Mirholme alive.
Very good intro. I look forward to seeing where this campaign will go!
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