Asgarth the Invincible: Chapter IV

Far did Asgarth ride to the east, through the great forests of the northern lands, unto the royal city of Sargoth. But hardly had he reached the great bridge over the river of K’Lód leading towards that city when he did espy in the distance a mighty battle underway, many hundreds of banners fluttering in the breeze like flags, cries of death and slaughter carried upon the wind like birdsong to his warrior-ears.

“At last,” he gasped, “the Swadian king has invaded this kingdom! Perhaps now I can prove my mettle!” He spurred his flaxen mount onwards, roaring a battle cry.

Ten minutes later he stopped roaring because his throat was sore, and the battle was much farther away than he had thought. He cantered a while longer and came upon some troops of Jarl Reamold, ready to enter the fray.

“Hello”, Asgarth greeted them. “May I join you in this noble carnage?”

“No,” they said.

“Why not?”

“Because,” they snarled, and galloped off into the riot of violence unfurling in the distance.

“This is bullshit,” grumbled Asgarth.