The Saxon reconnaisance group had been driven back from Polish teritory as expected without more losses than necessary. A small but proper victory for the allied forces of the baltic sea.

The battlefield a glen that was divided into two snowy pieces of rough land by a frozen river layed before the Swedish forces. Now they where taking position with their friends to face a slightly more dangerous enemy. Better in numbers only though as the Irish where still no match for German knights. Yet while the Saxons where trusting in their god an armour and their arrogance the Irish practiced a mixture of worshiping the old gods and black magic of their queens. People said their soldies had been murdered by the witch or transformed into brainless monsters that followed her into doom. If one saw the black cloud of birds of prey above the forces that were drawing nearer it was hard to not believe such tales.

Now only hours before the decesive clash of evil and rather not so evil the Swedish Konungr lead his stead in front of his men.

Soldiers of Sweden! I speak to you on a day people will remember. Many of you shalt not return and many a man will achieve his final call to Valhall today. See those around you. Gathered from all the world to erase the shadow of shame from their names and to silence the voice of the Muspelsons. See the shiny knights of Poland and the bold warriors of Lithunia. There is no surrender there is no retreat and if we should part from this field we shall remark the wounds our swords have bitten. And one day the Irish witch will burn and all her spell and casts with her. They may not be of human kind but we are neither normal mortal beings! We are the choosen of Thor and Oden!

Stand your ground. Sverige!

The men echoed with a thunderous cheer and the earth shook as they stroke their shields with axes and swords. Nobles and ordinaries alike. In front he saw the berserks of Bor crying themselves in rage. Behind the heavy infantry of the Svear preparing the shield wall. And on the flanks there was the newly formed cavalry group under his very own command. It would be a glorious day.