Viking Yak Herders
29-08-2004, 21:57
It is a starlit night on the capital of Jedi Soccer Players. Three men are wandering through the empty tunnels. The Jedi council building is ahead, a giant sphere resembling a soccer ball. The Meeting is tonight.
They were going to get more than they bargained for.
"Watch out Bjorn," one of the men instructs, "try to keep your mind as blank as possible, they cannot be allowed to sense us."
Bjorn frowns and nods.
The party slowly moves upward, one of the men carries a heavy pack, he takes it off and unloads a series of climbing spikes. The men equip them and begin to climb the wall.
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"An alliance has been proposed by another viking region, and our regional comrade Mystic vikings has recommended them, what is the opinion of the council?"
"The viking peoples are too rash." One of the Jedi said calmly.
"Yet they also have a strange resistance to the Force, it is their closeness to nature that gives them this... Perhaps it would be better to have them on our side..."
The Jedi cut short their discussion, the Delegate of the Viking Realms Region rose from his seat. His eyes shifted from side to side. Startled, he motioned towards the one-way window. "Run!"
An explosion shatters the glass in a fiery blaze, two of the Jedi flew back against the wall, stone dead.
Three men jump into the room, one bears a longbow complete with flaming arrow, and the others bear heavy axes. "Power back to the Vikings!" They shouted and charged at the jedi.
One of the flaming arrows pierced through one of the Jedi. The remaining council masters ignited their lightsabers. The Viking invaders only smiled.
"Power to the vikings!" One of them shouted, and was enveloped in flame, a heavy pack of gunpowder strapped to his back was ignited. The entire room was filled with flame.
The Regional delegate blocked off the explosion using the force, and saved four other Jedi in the process.
The entire building was weakened. The blast had ripped a sizeable chunk through the building. Calmly the remaining Jedi masters made their way outside.
The delegate looked towards the other four Jedi, "Gunpowder, only one viking nation has a supply of it; The Theocracy of Mystic Vikings."
"The axes they used were designed in the republic of Angered Vikings."
"But the longbow is only used with a definite amount of skill among the Nomadic Peoples of Viking Yak Herders."
The delegate paused and looked up the the sky. "We shall find the murderers. I only hope that it is not..." He paused, "conspiracy."
The Jedi Soccer players had long been the delegate of the Viking Realms, and even before that; of the predessessor the Viking Lands now destroyed by the StoneRaven viking hordes. Hostility among non-viking was not uncommon... But would it end in war?
They were going to get more than they bargained for.
"Watch out Bjorn," one of the men instructs, "try to keep your mind as blank as possible, they cannot be allowed to sense us."
Bjorn frowns and nods.
The party slowly moves upward, one of the men carries a heavy pack, he takes it off and unloads a series of climbing spikes. The men equip them and begin to climb the wall.
*****
"An alliance has been proposed by another viking region, and our regional comrade Mystic vikings has recommended them, what is the opinion of the council?"
"The viking peoples are too rash." One of the Jedi said calmly.
"Yet they also have a strange resistance to the Force, it is their closeness to nature that gives them this... Perhaps it would be better to have them on our side..."
The Jedi cut short their discussion, the Delegate of the Viking Realms Region rose from his seat. His eyes shifted from side to side. Startled, he motioned towards the one-way window. "Run!"
An explosion shatters the glass in a fiery blaze, two of the Jedi flew back against the wall, stone dead.
Three men jump into the room, one bears a longbow complete with flaming arrow, and the others bear heavy axes. "Power back to the Vikings!" They shouted and charged at the jedi.
One of the flaming arrows pierced through one of the Jedi. The remaining council masters ignited their lightsabers. The Viking invaders only smiled.
"Power to the vikings!" One of them shouted, and was enveloped in flame, a heavy pack of gunpowder strapped to his back was ignited. The entire room was filled with flame.
The Regional delegate blocked off the explosion using the force, and saved four other Jedi in the process.
The entire building was weakened. The blast had ripped a sizeable chunk through the building. Calmly the remaining Jedi masters made their way outside.
The delegate looked towards the other four Jedi, "Gunpowder, only one viking nation has a supply of it; The Theocracy of Mystic Vikings."
"The axes they used were designed in the republic of Angered Vikings."
"But the longbow is only used with a definite amount of skill among the Nomadic Peoples of Viking Yak Herders."
The delegate paused and looked up the the sky. "We shall find the murderers. I only hope that it is not..." He paused, "conspiracy."
The Jedi Soccer players had long been the delegate of the Viking Realms, and even before that; of the predessessor the Viking Lands now destroyed by the StoneRaven viking hordes. Hostility among non-viking was not uncommon... But would it end in war?