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 northern people who were accustomed to that lands long dark and cold winters, short summers and the numerous threats that roamed just out side the cities 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 tended to their works, worships to nature and jests of the leisure times.
All was fine untill men from the south, having the taste of gold and blood in their mouths came to north lands.
Baring heavy armors and weapons many 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 conquer it, to take its few riches and make people their slaves.
They even didn't have the honor of saying it out straight as it is, instead they hided it behind religion.
So they came to free the north people from their "evil" religion with sword and slaughter.

The norse seen many terrors in their life did not fret at slaying humans, especially 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 four highest mountains.
Bathe the steel in sacred fires of a holy place.
The king struck the anvil with his own hammer in his own hand, like a thunderstorm was his smithing, echoing far and wide for miles.
Then he cooled the metal in four clearest and cleanest spring waters.

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

So the armor was finished the king rested for 4 days, and when he had awoken the enemy had reached his village, without much delay he rallied all his people, put on his chain mail, took his spear and went to battle.
Although out numbered 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 gathered under the kings command, no longer was he a king of his tribe, but a king of a many.
War with the southsmen lasted long, with no real success on either side.
The two sides would meet clash and proportionally losses were equal most of times.
However with the continual reinforcements from the south to the southsmen, the norse would eventually 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 surprise to the norse people as well.
So they were alone, outnumbered and the difference grew daily.
Long time later the king died in battle, the enemy quickly looted his corpse and a southern noble man tried on the kings armor, jesting on the deceased and their religion in a foul language, when suddenly noble dropped dead on his feet.
The few men around him fled in fear of divine retribution and left the corpse.


It appears 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, of course it has been a long long time since those battles.
Rainor "Fenris" Metsamees while combating the undead in Leibo of East Continent ended up upon a skeleton warlord baring 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.

However Rainor, while foolishly went to sleep in his tent asuming that the defeated will be "liking theyr wounds", and wont act for some time.
The defeated necromancer from the earlyer the day, who managed to flee Rainors fury, had came back with greater numbers and feau other necromancer friends.
And atempted to assault him in his slumber, Rainor avoken by the recklesly aproaching enemy, quickly stood up and began to ready himself, however before he could compleetly shake of the sweet hold of sleep from himself, he was slashed by a necromancers minnion, resulting in a big but not very deep wound across his back.
As the battle raged, the large numbers of undead began to diminish,
seeing theyr nearing defeat, necromancers began to retreat,
one of the more wiser ones saw the shine of the chain mail near Rainors sleeping plase.
He grabbed the artifact and fled, Rainor noticing his retreat atempted to pursue him but the necromancers undead pawns slowed him down.
Other necromancers, yet not noticing the absence of one nor theyr nearing defeat continued the struggle, but in vain.
All the undead crumbled under Rainors might, and the remeining less cunning necromancers soon found theyr end at his hands.
However, feau necromancers got away, one of them bareing the sacred chain mail of kings.
Leaveing Rainor only with several wounds, tired, and the multible corpses of his enemys.