[The plan was set. He'd learned that the war chief came whenever "crimes" were committed. What constituted crime in this place was almost laughable compared to the things Thorfinn saw on a daily basis, but he wasn't complaining ( Read more... )

[drone filter]I have been told that the man holding us here is a war chief named "Grady". I have also been told that many people have attempted to duel him, only to be defeated by his magic ( Read more... )

[The phone has been knocked off its hook by a fumbling Viking boy, and dangles precariously as he rummages around the room. Thorfinn considers himself fairly unflappable, but this is some pretty flap-worthy bullshit right here.]

Hello? Hello? What's going on!? Where am I? These clothes, this... house, this place- none of this is familiar. It's too ( Read more... )