Sacred Chain Mail of the Kings

Sacred Chain Mail of the Kings

Long long ago in the time of mist far far in the north on lands of biting cold and strife, where only the strong can live.
Lived northen people who were accustomed to that lands long dark and cold winters, short summers and the numerous threats that roamed just out side the citys and villages, and also to those on the in side.
People grew strong and versatile and vigorous, they grew witty. For those lacking in any of those vital trait would surely die during the next winter.

Dispite having to face meny threats and constantly struggle the elements life was rather peaceful, people thended to theyr works, worships to nature and jests of the leisure times.
All was fine untill men from the south, haveing the taste of gold and blood in theyr mouths came to north lands.
Bareing heavy armors and weapons meny of them died along the way, but they were like ants, numbering in the thousands, where one dropped the other took its place
They came to north lands to concure it, to take its feau riches and make people theyr slaves.
They eaven didnt have the honor of sayng it out straight as it is, instead they hided it behind religion.
So they came to free the north people from theyr "evil" religion with sword and slauther.

The norse seen meny terrors in theyr life did not fret at slayng humans, expecialy if the have no honor themselves or respect for the sacred.
The norse king himself made a armor for himself, he gather the ore and coal for it from 4 highest mountains.
Bathe the steel in sacred fires of a holy place.
The king struck the anvil with his own hammer in his own had, like thunder storm was his smithing, echoing far and wide for miles.
and cooled the metal in 4 clearest and cleanest spring watters.

The king worked for 4days straight without sleep or rest. As he worked the echoing strikes of his hammer reaching the ears of his enemys brought chills down theyr back, would they had know who was makeing that thunder.

So the armor was finished the king rested for 4 days, and when he had avoken the enemy had reached his village, without mutch deley he rallied all his people, put on his chain mail, took his spear and went to battle.
Although out numberd the weak souths men had little success, and the norse won the battle.
The news of the norse victory reached the other tribes and soon all gatherd under the kings command, no longer was he a king of his tribe, but a king of a meny.
War with the southsmen lasted long, with no real success on either side.
The two sides would meet clash and proportionally losses were eccual most of times.
However with the continual reinforcements from the south to the southsmen, the norse would adventualy die out, all the norse knew that and were looking for alternative ways out, what little neighbouring friends they had all abandoned them, in the fear of greater enemy, that came as no suprise to the norse people aswell.
So they were alone, outnumberd and the difference grew daily.
Long time later the king died in battle, the enemy quickly looted his corpse and a southener noble man tried on the kings armor, jesting on the deceased and theyr religion in a foul language, when suttenly noble droped dead on his feet.
The feau men around him fled in fear of divine retribution and left the corpse.


It apears the corpse had been found by a necromancer or lich, berhaps by accident and was resurrected as a skeleton.
The armor had traveled far from where it was supposed to be.
Ending up on a entirely different part of the world, ofcourse it has been a long long time sience those battles.
Rainor "Fenris" Metsamees while combating the undead in Leibo of East Continent ended up upon a skeleton warlord bareing the same Sacred Chain Mail of Kings, shattering all the filthy creatures to bones and dust he was victorious and had that chain mail as loot.