Prologue
Hear now, hall-dwellers, the howl of the tide,
The breakers that bellow where warships ride.
Oars bite the brine in the blue dawn’s gleam,
Steel sings awake from the cradle of dream.
For word came winged on a raven’s cry—
The People’s Imperial Confederation, sly,
Servants of Loki, the trickster’s kin,
Have summoned our doom with a serpent’s grin.
They whisper deceit in the northern mist,
They forge foul pacts in the frost and fist.
The sea herself stirred, her voice grown grim,
As thunder answered from horizon’s rim.
Then broke the storm with a hammer’s cry,
And Thor strode down from the shattered sky.
Red beard dripping with the rain of war,
The god stood bright upon Eiskotr’s shore.
He spake with a voice that split the sea:
“Will you yield to cowards and trickery?
Rise, wave-lord, rise with your oaken fleet,
And grind their banners beneath your sleet!
For the clouds are mine, and the storm is thine,
Strike now, Eiskotr, while the fates entwine!
Let iron meet iron, and foam meet flame,
That all shall remember the Water Vikings’ name!”
Then Thor’s laughter rolled through the gale,
And the sky was a forge where the gods drank hail.
Eiskotr raised his hand to the storming sky—
“By thunder’s oath, the Confederates die!”
And with that vow, the ocean roared anew,
Steel kissed steel, and banners were bathed in dew.
The tide took flight with the thunder’s roar,
As Water Vikings surged to war once more.
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