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”This is Berk, it’s twelve days north of hopeless and a few degrees south off freezing to death. It’s located solidly on the meridian of misery” a young voice says drawing a detailed sketch of an island at the old wooden desk in his bedroom.
“My village, in a word, sturdy. It’s been here for seven generations but every single building is new. We have fishing, hunting and a charming view of the sunsets. The only problems: are the pests. You see most places have mice or mosquitoes we have…” outside in the village at night a sheep lazily munches on some grass when suddenly it gets snatched seemingly by thin air. He puts his notebook full of drawings and stuff in his satchel before sliding down the stairs, putting on his boots and opening the door revealing a large reptilian creature flying after sheep, it sees the young boy and immediately breaths fire attack him, he closes the door as fast as he can holding his back against it “*Dragons*”
Sheep scurries away for their little lives as dragons breath raging waves of fire down upon them “Most people would leave, not us.” the young voice sighs as he continues narrating. A man holding an Axe tries to attack the dragon but gets picked up but it’s claws and throw into the air, another person is trying to beat a dragon with a hammer…a rather futile attempt honestly “We’re Vikings, we have stubbornness issues”
“My names Ace” and suddenly a woman splats on the ground face first, right in front of the freckled teen, but no worries because she immediately gets right back up and rushes back into the fight “Great name I know, *But* it’s not the worst” Ace runs across the flaming chaos, avoiding raging Vikings and the ever growing flames, ducking under Vikings carrying a large tree of wood while a guy knocks himself out against it, an Axe nearly beheads another guy, and someone else gets thrown off a roof, and Ace accidentally bumping into a Viking chasing after a dragon “Parents believe a hideous name will frighting off gnomes and trolls,, like our charming Viking demeanour wouldn’t do that” Ace sarcastically narrated as a large explosion of fire stuck nearby, causing him to harshly collide with the ground.
A man with a long bushy beard with slight embers holds a axe, jumps in front of him and loudly battle cries in Aces face “***RAAAAHHHH!!!*** Mornin!” the man smiles before chasing after a dragon, Ace gets up and starts running through the village with multiple people yelling at him “What ya doin ‘ere?!” “Get inside!!” “What ar’you doing out?” “Get back inside!”
Ace ignores the Vikings yells as he rolls his eyes while running past a man just standing picking his ear wax like the village isn’t being attack (again) by dragons. Ace looks behind him as he runs oblivious to the dragon breathing fire in front of him, nearly being scorched alive if quite a large man didn’t grab him and pull him back” “WHA-“ Aces startled screams gets cut off “Ace!! What is he doing out agai-what are you doing out? Get inside!” The large man with a strange black moustache gently yet also quite harshly pushes Ace to the side.
“That’s Gol D Roger Chief of the tribe” Roger stands proud staring up at the dragons breathing fire burning and causing damage, Roger picks up a ballista like it weighs nothing and throws it into the air at the dragon making the flying reptile fall “They say that when he was a baby he popped a dragons head clean off of its shoulders, do I believe?…yes I do” Ace says staring in amazement.
Roger turns to a to a man getting up off the floor and stand next to him “what have we got?” Roger asks in a proud voice “ Gronckle’s, Nadder’s, Zippleback‘s oh and port saw a Monstrous Nightmare” the guy says using a shield to protect himself as an explosion happens, Roger stands calm looking around at the destruction an ember of fire landing on his shoulder and he just brushes it off like it’s a fly “Any night fury’s?” “None so far” “Good…”
Large torches are pulled up to try and scare the dragon invaders away, Ace races through the chaos of Vikings fighting and screaming battle cries of unintelligible nonsense “Oh-Ho nice of you to join the party” a man with a stone hammer for a hand and a peg leg greets as Ace hurries into the black smiths where he kind works part time “Wha-Who me?” Ace grabs an apron and begin putting it on “Oh come on~ I’m *Waaayyyyy*~ to muscular for their taste” Ace says as he struggles to pick up a large war hammer and put it on the wall with other newly made weapons “They wouldn’t know what do with all this” Ace gestures to himself in a proud yet joking manner and flexes his near none existent muscles “Well they need toothpicks, don’t they?” The man teases as he changes his hammer hand to a hook.
(That’s as far as I got before forgetting all about it, do tell me if you want me to continue)