A.D. 866 Kingdom of Northumbria, Ragnar's Farm
/pov MC/
"Ah! My fucking head.. ow.. ow.. I guess getting absolute 'shit-faced' at ten years of age wasn't my best ideas.." I say to myself first thing this morn.. after Ragnar sent Kjartan and Sven packing.. I decided to celebrate moving into my new home.. might have drank a little much for a child to handle.. I can hear roaring in my years.. there is pounding and banging noises going on all threw my head.. uhh the rooms spinning..
"Fuck!.. alright.. rise you fucking pussy.. stand up.. fuck Im falling again.." I tried to encourage or motivate myself to stand you see.. then my legs got a little wobbly and started to feel like jelly.. then I fell.. now Im laying here looking around my new hall.. modest.. atleast it's clean.. much work to be done.. so little time.. gotta get up.. gotta rise..
"Ahhhh!" I screamed.. giving a short burst of all my power and control over my mind.. trying to rise once more..
"Hahahah.. Fuck You 'Gods'.. you think you can hold me down.. I'm Aethred Fucking Ragnarsson you fucking cunts!!.. I will Rise!.. no man or god will stop me!" I shout and yell having a mini-hysterical psychotic fit..
"Ahh my head!.. Shut the fuck up.. you lunatic.. you don't curse at the gods boy are you touch'd in the noggin' child..?" I hear Ravn shout at me just waking up as well..
"Hahah Ravn.. you may not curse the gods.. but I do.. I curse them to their faces.. Im a toy of no man.. not god.. I 'fear' nothing.. not death.. not the threat of death.. I've been brought into this world to bring change.. to bring great progress.. to bring chaos and pandemonium.." I rabble on.. and on until Ravn got tired of hearing me.. whilst nursing a swollen head from drinking the night before..
"Shut up.. do whatever you want.. just be quiet and still please.. there's little spirits running around in my head at the moment.. and it feels like their throwing a nasty filthy rave slash some kind of freaky sex-orgy freak-off.. fuck them.. ahhh my head.." he finished saying weakly before falling back to his slumber..
"Aye.. captain.. I hears ya cap'n.. plot a course Schmee'.. I'll have that damn pan.. if it's the last thing I do damntit.." I finish with my Captain Hook 'impression..
"What are you doing..?" I hear a familiar voice ask me.. so I turn around to see who it belongs too..
"O hey Thyra.. nothing.. why.. wassup?.." I asked her..
"Wassup..? Um.. o.. nothing.. father sent me to fetch you he'd like to speak with you.." she told me
"Okey-dokie.. let's roll.. I mean let's go.." I told her
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Ragnar's hall
/pov MC/
"What's happening everybody.. beautiful morn is it not..?" I asked everyone as I walked into the hall..
"Hey my boy! Hahaha you got pretty hammer'd last night I can't believe your up and about.. you drank enough for a full grown raider my boy.. like a true Dane.. Im proud of you.. Im proud of all of you.. which is why I asked to speak to you three.. I want to 'adopt' all three of you Aethred.. Uhtred.. Brida.. you'll no longer be my slaves.. from this day forward you will be my sons and daughter.. how does that sound.. would you all like that.. being my children..?" Ragnar asks us.. I could tell he wanted us to say yes..
"Im sure we would all three.. be honored to be your 'adoptive-children' Father.." I told him.. making him smile brightly.. turning his head to look at Uhtred and Brida waiting for their answers..
"Yes .. father.. that' be nice.." Uhtred gave his..
"Yes.. I'd like that very much father.." Brida gave hers..
"So it is.. it will be known.. Mela send invitations to our neighbors for a night of feasting drinking in honor of our newest 'off-spring'.." Ragnar told his wife..
And thats what happened.. another night of drinking and feasting.. making merry.. singing songs sung by the famous skalds known through the lands.. the next day Im sure I'll have another hell of a hang-over.. but fuck it.. Im living in the now.. not living in the morrow..
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A.D. 867 Kingdom of Northumbria, Ragnar's Farm
/pov MC/
As summer turns to winter I start getting to work.. drawing my plans in the sand.. correcting them.. going over them until 'finalizing' my work.. gathering materials.. acquiring tools I'll need.. then I got work..
Another three months later as the winter has now 'transformed' into the spring.. my hall is now completely refurbished.. I have all the space I need to live.. to prepare my meals.. have room to have guests over for a tankard of 'mead'..
My fields have all be 'tilled' and 'disc'd' by the plows and 'tillers' I've been working on.. I've been visiting Ealdwulf the 'smith' at Oxford whenever I can.. my blacksmithing and carpentry took three months to go from level one.. to level three.. now they've stopped growing.. the experience after upgrading.. to level two.. starts to get harder and harder to obtain.. now Im still stuck on lvl three with zero experience on both smithing and carpentry..
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/Status Panel/
Name: Aethred
Age: 11
Status: Healthy
Height: 5'3"
Weight: 120.0lbs
/Attribute Panel/
Physique: 1.4
Strength: 1.0
Dexterity: 1.4
Spirituality: 1.4
/Crafting Skill Panel/
'Basic' Carpentry : lvl 3 (0/300xp)
'Basic' Black-Smithing : lvl 3 (0/300xp)
'Basic' Farming : lvl 2 (0/200xp)
'Basic' Tailoring : lvl 2 (0/200xp)
'Basic' First-Aid : lvl 2 (0/200xp)
'Basic' Cooking : lvl 2 (0/200xp)
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So I've shot up.. three inches taller.. I've also filled out nicely adding on thirty pounds these three months.. now that spring has started.. the men around the farm will work on clearing trees and expanding the farm-land.. after trying out my plows and other tools I 'tinker'd' on in my free time.. Ragnar started using my tools for everything.. we are already building a stone mill.. on the edge of the creek that 'juts' cross the farm..
"So when our wheat grows we will use this mill.. to grind our own flour.. it uses the natural force of the creeks water flowing downstream.. to turn these wheels.. that then transfer the energy along the gears and cranks on the insides of the mill.. we will have the cleanest… tastiest flour in all of 'Brittania' I tell ya.." I explain to Ragnar as he is inspecting what we've got built so far..
"Ah.. sounds good.. I think I understand what your saying.." Ragnar slowly says..
Then we went to help out the men clearing the tree lines.. taking axes to the trees dotted across the edges of the farm.. hooking up the two draft-horses and the one oxen on the farm to ropes and harnesses.. tied around the stumps left after the trees were 'fell'd'.. then they would exert force..
The ropes would slowly tighten taut.. the stumps and roots would be slowly but surely released from the soil.. then the men would take to piling the stumps and taking fire to them to burn and make char-coal for the forge or to warm our halls at night..