“Welcome User Michael to the Ancestral Lands. You are now Mikael Ragnarson, heir to the Viking Ragnar Lodbrok Odinson. You have the blood of the Aesir gods within your veins, Soul Strength raised to Extraordinary, Body Strength raised to Godling. Associated skills have been raised in accordance with bloodline. Please check your Status to see the specifics.” The voice rang out in Mikael’s head as he began to take stock of his surroundings. “Please note, you will not be able to leave the Ancestral Lands now that you have migrated.”
“What? I cannot leave?”
“You have transferred soul and body to the Ancestral Lands.” The voice informed as if this was expected.
Mikael’s eyes went wide at the thought that he was stuck in this world that was backwards and vicious. His first experience had been filled with blood and this time he was told he couldn’t leave.
“As the inheritor of a bloodline you have been given an item of your bloodline, Ragnar’s Raven Banner, the personal banner of Ragnar, a symbol of strength and authority. Check the Status Screen to see specialty of the Banner.”
“How do I check my Status Screen?”
As he finished speaking a semi opaque hologram appeared before him.
Name: Mikael Ragnarson (Michael Thompson) Age: Twenty-Six Race: Human (Descendent of Aesir) Soul Strength: Extraordinary Body Type: Godling Strength: 53/100 Endurance: 48/100 Agility: 40/100 Mind: 24/100 Spirit: 71/100 Luck: 12/100
Skills:
Sailing – Great Expert 6/10
Navigation – Expert 5/10
Axes – Skilled 4/10
Spears – Skilled 4/10
Swords – Skilled 4/10
Shields – Skilled 4/10
Command – Adept 3/10
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Negotiation – Adept 3/10
Archery – Novice 2/10
Medicine – Beginner 1/10
Inventory:
Clothing – Simple roughspun clothing, includes tunic, breeches, and leg wraps
Boots – Tough leather boots
Seax – Short one-edged multipurpose blade
Ragnar’s Raven Banner – Flown by one of the most famous Vikings in history, the reported first man to attack England. Recognized by those of Norse blood, gives courage to Norse and weakens Anglo, Saxon, and Frankish enemies. Can be flown as a flag on ships and as a banner on land.
“Close Status Screen.” Mikael decided to try to close the screen so he could see where he was standing. It faded away as if it had never been visible to begin with. Looking down he saw that he was wearing a gray shirt, pants, and strange boots that seemed to wrap around his leg up to his knee. There was also a belt with a leather sheathe and a wooden or antler hilt sticking out.
“System, explain what Soul and Body is?” A shot in the dark, they didn’t make much sense to him. There were other stats but those two had been upgraded by the bloodline according to the system.
“Soul is simply the strength of User’s Soul, Soul Strength has ten levels; Fragile, Weak, Poor, Ordinary, Strong, Extraordinary, Wondrous, Miraculous, Godlike, and True God. A weaker soul has a greater chance to disperse on death while stronger souls may return to life with lesser penalties and loss. Body is the physical strength of a Body collectively, they are broken into eight levels; Mortal, Superhuman, Half-Immortal, Immortal, Godling, Demigod, Godlike, True God.”
“Explain Strength of Godling Body.”
“A Godling is a being that has an ancestor that was a True God, they have incredibly tough bodies, able to survive wounds that would kill a normal mortal, however they are not truly immortal like their ancestors, being decapitated, having one’s heart removed, or other such injuries will kill a Godling. Godlings age very slowly, able to survive for a minimum of one thousand years before dying due to old age. The body of a Godling is considered equal to an Immortal body.”
“And what is an extraordinary soul?”
“An Extraordinary Soul is able to survive the death of the body and reform a body within a week after death, however it will be greatly weakened for six months after revival, should it be damaged again or should the user die the soul will be permanently damaged and become an Ordinary Soul, a third death after such an event may destroy the Soul.”
After learning what the major items were on his status he began to focus on his surroundings, there were a couple of ships wrecked and a handful of dead bodies lying around the beach he was standing on. “Not much of a welcome…” He muttered to himself, it looked like he had been part of a raid that had been destroyed by a storm.
Shortly after a small band of men came out of the woods opposite the beach, they were wild looking and dirty, some were wounded and blood had soaked through their makeshift bandages. “Thegn! You survived!” One of the men called out, he had a bandage around his head, the blood seemed to be soaked through at his ear, maybe it had been cut off during the crash.
“I am… though I feel weak I do not believe I am wounded. Thank Njord.” The words tumbled out of his mouth as he raised a hand to the survivors of their fleet, it looked like a dozen men, though their were at least five times as many corpses on the beach, a great loss. “Do we know where we crashed?”
“Part of Uppsala, I believe we are in the northern regions. Mostly uninhabited land, a good place to start a new village, the land seems good, perhaps the gods have sent us a sign.” The same man with the bloody ear spoke up, clearly he was the second in command.