bcain

Dawn breaks and light floods the silent halls of the Viking afterlife. Drums begin to thunder in the distance, the poundings of hundreds of feet shake the earth. An almighty roar splits the air as thousands of dead heroes clash in battle. Steel flashes, shields are splintered, blood is spilled. Battleaxe clashes against sword, pike against mace. A warrior grimaces as a dagger enters his ribcage, pulling it out, he fights on. The drums continue, increasing in tempo. The sun reaches its zenith and many have fallen, yet hundreds fight on. Sweat drips from every brow, the smell of death fills the air. Block and attack, parry and thrust,