Viking Quest Page #3

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their royal bloodline.

If their king only has sons...

They steal a princess from another clan.

We must build a boat and

sail for the Volsung island.

Tasya will be dead before

we have taken into the water.

- Greylock!

- Who?

Greylock, the fisherman.

He lives half a day's ride from here.

He is a recluse for

a reason, remember?

Take me to him.

Blood Axe, Skull Cleaver,

Igmar the Impaler...

I don't know who are more afraid

of Greylock or them.

Relax, my friend,

we're fighting on the same side now.

The wedding vows didn't take place,

there is no truce between our clans.

They didn't wed?

I thought you knew.

I had no idea.

Well, you do now. Watch your back.

Stompir wants to skin you alive.

Tell me about this Greylock.

There is not much to tell.

He trades his fish in the village.

He built that boat many years ago,

no one knows why.

He has a son that no one sees.

And he hates people.

And too many blows to the head.

Maybe he has his reasons.

If we can't find him,

we take his boat.

Your men should be careful.

Of a hermit?

What traps are these?

Traps laid by

a man defending his home.

Greylock!

It's me, Erick!

The son of Lars, the blacksmith!

And Hild son of Lorimar!

We come seeking your help!

Who are you with?

Friends!

Order your men to lower their weapons.

You heard him.

I knew it, on too

blows on the head!

Erick the Blessed,

what brings you here?

Our village was attacked.

King Orn is dead...

And our princess Tasya taken.

By whom?

The Volsung.

I can't help!

- Father, maybe we should listen.

- You heard me.

I am King Wolven,

of the Hermod clan.

I am not afraid of the Volsung.

We have come for your boat.

What is that I smell?

Sheep's urine!

You dare to

disrespect me, old man?

I dare speak what I think.

Why are you

riding with our enemy?

He is betrothed to Tasya.

Their union will bring peace

to our clans.

I doubt it.

I will offer you a meal in return for

your telling of the attack, and then you...

will get off my land!

Your friend is

close getting hung from his intestines.

You are not the first to make that thread.

And you certainly won't be the last!

King Orn was a good man.

This is a sad day for

the Barok clan.

We can rescue the princess

if you lend us the boat.

If the Volsung failed to appease

the serpent with this sacrifice

we are all doomed.

A false story they tell to cause

fear in the hearts of the ignorant.

The Midgard serpent will leave the ocean...

...turn into a dragon and fly to Asgard.

It will start Ragnarok,

the final battle of the gods...

The world will end.

It's best you don't interfere.

We will take your boat, old man.

If you interfere,

I will cut off your fingers one at

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