We had been following Christian army from Norway back in here Norrland and here we saw devastation like in south. The war had arrived in Sami. While we were staying to help our peasants, our scouts told of battle in Trondelag where Saxons and Burgundies fought alongside with Danes against Vatican army. How that had happened I do not know but what I know is that they are now heading to this direction and according to our scouts group of mercenaries is coming with them, we now prepare to fight I can see seeds of revenge inducted rage in the eyes of my comrades and to tell the truth I have the same feeling. These people did nothing wrong and in the end they suffered. I wonder where the lot spoken chivalry of the Christian knights is.

As the morning rises we see the camp of the Vatican and their mercenaries. Judging from the fires they are cold. Can’t really be surprised as they are from far south, and if what I’ve heard is correct it never snows there. Their army is twice as large but we have an edge, this is our land and terrain so the battle will be fought on our terms, either they come up snowy hill, though stumbling in snow would be more describing or we go down fast with our skis.

I hear the order to attack and take speed with my skis and let the speed take me to them. As we go downhill, I hear yell from the Christian camp "Sparare!” and moments later arrows start landing near us most of arrows miss but one of the arrows scratch my shoulder, but soon after we got close enough to make bows useless. I kicked my skis off and charged on the enemy ranks.

Clashes of weapons and shields soon filled the battle field. I engaged in combat with one of the mercenaries, I used my shield to push him away and in immediate response trusted my spear in him that mercenary fall soon after in blows from my comrades and I faced a man seemingly one of the Christian knights, as we fight he yells “Die heretic!” I block him with my shield and yell back “I hope you’ll suffer because of the new born you have slaughtered!” and delivered my spears point to his chest. Still alive he tries to take me down only to be impaled by my spear the second time, this time for good.

Immediately after he falls in ground a body guard attempts to cut me in half with halberd but misses as he loses his balance to ice below the snow. He meets his end in my spear and Robbie’s axe moment later. I stop to catch my breath and see how the line of Christians has gotten a lot smaller.

I continue after taking a deep breath and hit bodyguard out of my way with my shield. In immediate response someone hits my helmet and before I see who, another mercenary slashes his sword and manages to cause a minor wound to my chest “That’ll be nice scar” I think while attempting to return the favor we fight for a moment until I lose sight of him. As I look for new enemy I see how Pope and Shadowshield fight, the pope cuts Shadowshield down but whit his last strength he thrusts his spear through the Pope. I notice standing beside William as we fight against the Catholics for the control of Popes body. One mercenary forgets that spears can also stab for above the shield and falls in ground and next to me William swigs his spear cutting the throats of two mercenaries. Fourth mercenary attempts to revenge for his comrades but ends up being impaled by my spear.

The fight over Popes body gets more intense by every dead warrior. I can see how Ole Ragnarson cuts down 3 men which two raise up severely wounded. I face against another knight who screams “Vade Retro Stultus!” whatever it means. My spear misses his head but manages to cause wound in his head, unfortunately to me his speed was enough to deliver his weapon to my leg. As I lose balance he shoves me down, but when I rise up he is already fighting Suigintou. One mercenary apparently thinks me as easy target. He was proven wrong by my spear going through his belly, just because he wasn’t fast enough to stop. I swing my spear and wound knight coming at me, but before I get to finish him with thrust a mercenary jumps in front of me and takes the lethal hit instead of the knight. As we now outnumber the remaining Catholics I look for a new opponent, I see several comrades of mine lying on the ground. Soon after another mercenary falls as my spear impales him from his back.

As I pull my spear out and watch him fall I see King Eragon and one of his bodyguards fight a knight who seems to have upper hand to our wounded king I rush to aid him but I am too late, the knight kills Eragon before I reach them. The bodyguard attempts to take revenge and wounds the knight but gets killed too. I feel rage inside and jump in air yelling from bottom of my lungs, the knight turns towards me and attempts to block my spear but fails and gets spear in his head. Before I can pull my spear out of the knight, a mercenary charges towards. I manage to avoid his first blow and as the rage still effects I use my shield to push him off balance and jump on top of him and start beating him. Next thing I realize is someone touching my shoulder, I look who was that and see the face of William. I calm fast and take my shield and spear from the ground.

Three of us me, William and Rotten Robbie watch the battlefield, the cry of wounded and dying is horrifying as always, It doesn’t bother during fighting but once the battle stops you can hear them. The Vatican army is either laying on the ground and the few survivors they might have scattered in all directions.

We won but with high price.

But after thos bloody battle from barren fields of Norrland,I Rotten Robbie siida of Helgeland and baron in Norrland regain my own fiefdom looted by barbarians from south.Justice was done ! Long live Sami people !

As our ships landed after weeks of being at sea my first action was to promice myself that next time I am in a boat it is when I leave this island.

As I take my horse from one of the larger boats I hear how our guards yell of enemy scouts. Apparently we cant take them entirelly by suprise. Though acording to the reports we had before leaving north indicated that irish were fighting in the south still and even if theyd had started coming back it would have taken allmost just as much time as it did to us and theyd be in the other side of ths island so our small army would be safe from full scale confrontation with larger army.

I look away from the shore, i see plains and hills but in the far horizon there seems to be forest "Good at least something failiar then." I think before starting to order my men around to prepare for the local militias to attack.

As evening closes I see how the locals gather around our camp preparing for the fight just as we are. Me and rest of the Noaidegaccit's and Siida's have gathered in the tent of Noaidi Snorre den blodlystne planning what to do tomorrow.

Snorre spoke to the Finns what he planned for the next days battle...

"As far as I saw it, they have only a few unfree countrymen and peasants to defend this coast.
I think a direct cavalry-attack will shock them that much, that they will be running for their lives and can be smashed down by our foottroops. Cruelty and Pillaging on own will but dont kill the children... everything looted will be devided between us in same parts. So fight my brothers! Tomorrow in the morning-hours we'll show the world how powerfull Finns are. But today we are drinking on us returning well from battlefield."

Meanwhile the allied forces for freedom carefully planned on methods to use to least the sneaky, slimey, hypocritical invaders profits. The shire owner set in place what most Irish knew. Those shires have long been stripped, and will harm Irish the least to loose. To bad, but oh well. What some men will do to earn a new enemy, recourse, and false bragging rights.

As the last of the plans were completed. An unusual situation occurred. An old hag stepped in front of the idiot offenders with a heavy load of sticks upon her back. Stopping she wipes the sweat from her plump wrinkled forehead the hag took a moment to rest her pounding heart. Feet swollen from strain, and weight. She turns over a bucket resting her rounded rump. Looking to the gathered fools she wheezed in breath.

Pulling out a rag she leans wiping her neck free of perspiration. A strong cough as if asthmatic she repeats. Finally calming again she fans herself with the rag.

"Ah aye lookin the Banrion send me. Al dis ard work be payin. I get jesters."

Holding up a bony finger with her eyes crooked. She motions more was to come. First another bit of asthmatic coughing announces what will come from the laughing spree she will be having. Calming she runs a hand along her plump body while her middle range rolled around in a circle. Both humor in appearance, and of meaning.

"Now let me see da shown'!"

Kicking her fat leg out the hag wheezed again. Leaning back she rolls into a chesty laughter sure to end up in a fit of laughing soon enough. Her fat jiggling and bouncing while she turned strange colors in her face.

As the morning comes I order my men to prepare themselves fast and start preparing myself. While checking my spear being in good condition I see how everyone else is doing the same. Though while looking our army the difference to the most other armies is clear, we do not dress uniformly or fight in tight ranks.

I rise up my horse, not the best rise up as I am still practicing riding part in overall, but as we are not fighting in snow we need something to make our charges have higher momentum.

I notice how the flag carrier next to Noaidi waves his flag and Noaidi yelling out “Attack!”

As we start charging for the opposing side of the field arrows starts falling from the sky, My side of the field avoids them but I hear few screams and curses coming from the field.

Soon after the first clash with the enemy line, I am one of them. In almost no time at all the militia loses near third of its strength but they don’t fall without fight two other men next to me exchange blows with their opposing militia man both side getting hit but the militias being only ones to fall for now.

After the initial strike the battle turns out to one sided slaughter as the militiamen aren’t able to cause more than couple wounded men while they are being cut down mercilessly.

As the few survivors from the Irish flee we halt our advance to check on our wounded and to avoid possible ambushes for those of us who would continue to pursue after those fleeing, or that is what we’d do in situations like this.

Later at that day when the sun is in its highest we start moving out form the coast carrying our wounded in few carts we found abandoned in a village not more than hour’s walk north from out landing point.

I take few of the men with me to scout what lies ahead of our column. Before the day is at end we haven’t encountered anymore resistance only some of the farmers that had not been willing to leave their pastures and fields. We left them be except for few who send sling shots at us when we were passing, attack a warrior and you will be attacked too.

The Loot, they got, was short to say, extremly heavy... circa 300 pounds of silver in bars and coins, half devided between the men other half for the treasure chest of the Nation, quarry and wood more than anyone would need to build up a whole castle and food for months.
It was like the Finns went directly from their cold home in north Europe into paradies they got so much, that some of the carts were breaking under the weight so they had to leave back tons of their loot and took only with them what is needed over the time in Ireland.

After that glorius victory Snorre den blodlystne decided to go further on the coast of that land, feeding their invaders so good. And so the plan was to attack the next shire in hope to find more silver there.
"Finns! I think we should stay a little longer in a country that has so much to give for us. Feel free to take what you can carry...", said the grinning Noaidi, with a look at the looted silver and the troops marched on.

As we close to the border of the next shire the enemy militia is waiting for us at the top of a hill we’d need to pass. Seeing them we halt and spread our column and prepare to charge. However before our men would have been ready to charge, the Irish take the initiative as they start running down hill.

“Cavalry! Force them to hold out until the rest are ready to join in battle!” our Noaidi yells as he is charging himself, we start following him without hesitation. Moment later they however stopped and send arrows flying, I cursed how we got tricked just before one of the arrows hit me in my left shoulder. The arrows impact made me drop my shield and all most knocked me off from my horse. In front of me I see Siida Eragon, Noaidi Snorre and one of his bodyguards also receiving few arrows.

As we clash with them I notice this fight won’t be as easy as the previous one. I am unable to track rest of my comrades and only barely manage to avoid blade from hitting my face, though it still leaves small cut wound, he on the other had receives the tip of my spear cutting his unarmored leg.

Soon after than I receive a blunt hit to mu torso which knocks me off my horse, as I am trying to get up other one tries to impale me to his spear, this time my armor holds and deflects to side. I now stand firmly and thrust my spear in one Irish, who tried to cut me in half. As he falls down, fell knock in the back of my head. I turn around and swing my spears blunt end at the hitter. I feel how my spear makes sudden stop but before I can turn completely around to finish him I notice two men coming at me, the first one stops at the swing as my spear makes wide cut in his chest and the second halts as my spear goes through his belly.

I try to catch my breath and notice how we seem to have the upper hand at the moment as the last defenders are being cut down by grouping against them I turn to aid one of the Noaidis bodyguards in his attempt to fell one of the enemies, eventually it is my blow that fells him. I suddenly realize that it was the last militiaman standing and so we turn our attention to our wounds while some seem to be more interested in looting himself a new armor or weapon from the battle field.

*cling* "three-hundred and twenty-one" *cling* "three-hundred and twenty-two"
"Hey Juha! what are you doing there?"
"Nothing Sire, but the Loot... somebody has to count it and devide it for the Men."
"It was new for me that you can calculate, my dear Protector... How is it going?"
"Last counting said about 350 pound Silver.... more than the last Time... but im only repeating, not that i made a mistake"
"Oh well, i hope its not taking too much Time, we have to reach our Boats soon... they are not waiting for us till the End of Time, you know?"

So the Noaidi went on and looked for the brave Warriors, fighting so hard and winning highest Honor today.
Many of them were hurt terribly but no Wounded under it that could pay with his or her Life for that Battle.
But the highest Glory belongs to Ole Ragnarson, Snorre saw how he jumped over Battlfield and cutting one by one of his Opponents into Pieces.
"A very brave Man, I should be affraid that he owns my Throne soon, if he goes on like this...", spoke Snorre to himself, while grinning.
But he wans't really affraid Finns are the bravest and most loyal People he ever saw.
So if the Day comes he has to give away the Throne then it will be not forced by any Power from inside this glorious Nation.

Apparently soon after the previous battle, a peace was signed and we started to move towards coast to make our leave from this island and acording to our scouts we can't reurn to the original landing point because of storn christian fleet arriving in there soon. Good time in other aspects too, one of my wounds has not healed and I feel hot and dizzy, like sometimes during winter but we are in between of summer and winter.

Once we have stopped our march for rest near a small village I can hear how some of my men quarrel with locals. I hope they don’t make anything foolish now. But apparently spirits weren’t hearing my wish as only moment later it grew to be a fight which ended when peasants run to their village yelling something.

As we were preparing to eat few slinged rocks started hitting us, like natural instinct we grapped our weapons and shields and started to charge for the peasant, unfortunately for them they charged on us too.

Blows were changed by both sides, I wounded man with pitchfork and as retaliation he tried to hit me, but my shied blocked that one. But soon after that I felt sharp wave of pain coming from my unhealed wound, I stumbled down to one knee. No one tried attacking me, in the time I was trying to get myself together, as we were already out numbering the peasants who had their hands full with experienced and well equipped warriors.

Once I get myself up a peasant tries to make me stay down permanently unfortunately to him I land two rapid blows from my spear, but yet again the wave of pain strikes and I am lying low once again, to my luck our Noaidi comes from his rear, after losing sight of the one he dueled just moment ago and most likely saves me from gaining a new scar. I still manage to see how he cuts down the man he fought before helping me, after that my vision goes shroud.

First time in my life I am unable to do anything while the battle rages around me, is this the end for my service in our northern halls?