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Heavy is the Head was a virtual representation of one of Eivor Varinsdottir's genetic memories, relived by Layla Hassan through the Portable Animus HR-8.5.

Description

Eivor attends Ceolwulf's coronation as King of Mercia, only to discover Burgred had planned another attack.

Dialogue

With time to spare before the coronation in Tamworth, Ivarr the Boneless asked Eivor to walk with him and she agreed. Together they made their way through one of the gates, along the wall of the fortress.

  • Eivor: Where to?
  • Ivarr: Nowhere in particular. I only want to celebrate.
  • Eivor: Didn't think you were the type.
  • Ivarr: You have drawn a dark conclusion of me, haven't you? That is all well and good. I have drawn some about you as well.
  • Eivor: Are you leading a lamb to slaughter?
  • Ivarr: See what I mean? Dark. Too dark.

They reached an area where two men sat at a table set up under a canopy.

  • Ivar: You there... Get lost.

The men quickly, if drunkenly, got up and stumbled away at Ivarr's order. After getting himself a tankard, Ivar sat and instructed Eivor to do the same.

  • Ivarr: Sit down.

The two looked at each other for a moment, then both took a drink.

  • Ivarr: I know I have been a cock. But you are a good fighter, I respect that. Let it be said that Ivarr the Boneless considers Eivor a friend.

He raised his tankard, as though in toast, announcing this to anyone who might be around to hear. Eivor took another drink.

  • Eivor: Who calls you "boneless"?
  • Ivarr: Some bacraut (asshole) I killed in Hibernia. Used his guts to shine my spear. Called me boneless because I move like a reed in the wind.

He swayed in his seat, as if to demonstrate.

  • Eivor: Not because you're always too drunk to plow?

Ivarr shook his head and both took another drink.

  • Ivarr: Valhalla. That is where I am bound. I can smell the blood and taste the mead. I will sit beside the high one with my axe in hand.
  • Eivor: A fitting end for a Ragnarsson.
  • Ivarr: You would think, eh! Me, Halfdan, we'll be there. But Ubba... no... I think we are chasing the same victory. Not anymore.
  • Eivor: What does Ubba want?
  • Ivarr: To grow old and fat on a farm somewhere, with little Ubbas to chase about.
  • Eivor: He wants an heir. It's a common dream.
  • Ivarr: Not for a warrior! Not for drengir like us! He was different before. But this place, England... it softened him.

  • Eivor: What was he like before?
  • Ivarr: Like me. Ferocious. Wild.
  • Eivor: With respect, I don't think anyone is like you.
  • Ivarr: If that is a compliment, I missed it. All I mean to say is, things were easier some time ago.
  • Eivor: If it bothers you so much, why not strike out on your own?

  • Eivor: People change. And it may be that you change with them, or you go your separate ways. If it bothers you so much, why not strike out on your own?

  • Eivor: If it bothers you so much, why not strike out on your own?

  • Ivarr: Because he is my brother. I love him. And I will do what it takes to drag him back around to my way of thinking. We are warriors, all. And that is to the death.
  • The two continued drinking, well into the night, stumbling about Tamworth. In the morning, Eivor awoke beside a firepit, in the ruins of a hut outside the fortress walls, and rose somewhat unsteadily.

    • Eivor: (groaning) Outdid myself again. Ugh. Did I miss the crowning?

    Another man lay nearby, facedown in the grass.

    • Eivor: He's worse off than I am.

    Just outside the makeshift camp, she found a figure built of sticks and cups, with a cross for a head, atop a barrel.

    • Eivor: How much did we drink? I don't remember this at all.

    She made her way back into Tamworth and up the hill to the longhouse. Inside, a group of people were gathered around the throne, where Ceolwulf sat. She walked up to stand beside Sigurd, who said nothing but gave her a look. Meanwhile, Ceolwulf scanned the crowd from his seat.

    Nearby, a man stood in conference with a soldier. When they were done speaking, he stepped forward to speak.

    • Anglo-Saxon Man: We sent word to Repton, but we've had no word, lord. I suggest we carry on.

    Ceolwulf considered this regretfully, then nodded, gesturing someone forward. At the other end of the hall, the door opened, and Burgred entered, escorted by Ubba and Ivarr. Burgred stopped some ways from the throne, considering the people gathered, and barely hid his scorn when he turned his gaze to Ceolwulf.

    • King Burgred: You sought me out, old friend. And here I am, standing before the throne from which I reigned not long ago.
    • Anglo-Saxon Man: You stand before us to accept this witan's unanimous decision. That you are unfit to rule and are hereby deposed. We demand the abdication of your kingdom and your crown to Thegn Ceolwulf.

    The man gestured to Ceolwulf, who stood.

    • Ceolwulf: Mercia has spoken, lord. The crown...

    He held out his hand, and Burgred once again barely hid his sneer.

    • King Burgred: Is that you, old friend? Ah, yes, I see it now. Forgive me. The robes of righteousness sit so loosely upon your shoulders.

    With faux-friendliness, Burgred approached Ceolwulf, patting him on the arms. Ceolwulf frowned, and Burgred turned, stepping away.

    • King Burgred: If the heavens mismark me as king, forgive its obscuring light! Amen! Now... where is my crown?

    The man who had declared the witan's decision stepped forward again, carrying the crown upon a red pillow. He offered it to Burgred, who took the crown, holding it almost carelessly.

    • King Burgred: Forgive my nerves. Here I am, an upright man who never once learned how to bend the knee. And yet... I shall try.

    He walked toward Ceolwulf, who held out his hand again. Burgred made as though to pass it over, but pulled it aside at the last moment, kneeling down.

    • King Burgred: Ah, how simple it is. How easy to kneel without fear... and feeling.
    • Ivarr: He's mocking you, man! I'd kill the fucker.

    Ubba held out an arm to keep Ivarr back.

    • King Burgred: Worry not, Dane.

    Burgred stood, still holding the crown, and addressed the crowd, clearly stalling.

    • King Burgred: I shall resign this crown, and this pagan-infested kingdom, and the favors of these two-faced men... but I will do so on my own terms. My demands are simple. Firstly, you must—

    Ceolwulf stepped up behind him and, when the king turned toward him again, slapped Burgred across the face, hard enough to send him falling back. Ubba and Ivarr caught him before he hit the ground and pushed him forward, sending him to his knees.

    • Ceolwulf: You fool, look around you. You have no leverage here. Plead for your life, for it is the only thing these men will grant you.

    Behind Burgred, Ivarr, Ubba, Sigurd and Eivor stepped forward threateningly, Sigurd cracking his knuckles.

    • King Burgred: Yes... yes. Forgive me, I... Do not harm me, I beg of you. Please. I'll go anywhere. Here! I resign it! Here!

    Burgred offered up the crown and Ceolwulf yanked it angrily from his hands before walking back to the throne that was now his.

    • Ceolwulf: Take this lord and his wife to Rome. He is hereby exiled, never to return.

    A soldier grabbed Burgred by the arm, hauling him up and pushing him out of the longhouse. Ceolwulf placed the crown upon his head.

    • Anglo-Saxon Man: The witan recognizes King Ceolwulf of Mercia, second of his name. A just king. A merciful king. God save the king!

    The crowd cheered. Beside Eivor, Sigurd clapped slowly and muttered to her.

    • Sigurd: He better be worth all this trouble.

    A warrior ran through the doors at the other end of the hall.

    • Norse Woman: Mercian soldiers! Marching on Repton.
    • Ubba: Leofrith...
    • Ivarr: Loyal to the ugly end, the bastard.
    • Eivor: Gather what men you have and split them between the north and south gates. That should divide his forces.

    Ubba and Ivarr left as Ceolwulf came up to Eivor, panicked.

    • Ceolwulf: Ceolbert is there. Eivor, you must save my son.
    • Eivor: He'll come through this, I promise.

    Sigurd stepped up beside the new king.

    • Sigurd: I will stay here with Ceolwulf. Go.

    Leaving Tamworth, Eivor quickly made her way to Repton and even at a distance could hear Norse warriors and Mercian soldiers battling throughout the city.

    • Eivor: They've breached the walls. I must find Ceolbert.

    Coming up from the docks, she came across Ivarr fighting near the city gate.

    • Eivor: Any sign of Ceolbert?
    • Ivarr: No. Boy is likely cowering in a haystack somewhere.
    • Eivor: Keep an eye out.

    Eivor fought her way through the city to the old church, helping other warriors where she could. There she found Ubba.

    • Eivor: Have you seen Ceolbert?
    • Ubba: No, but we caught sight of Leofrith fleeing across the river. He was chasing someone.
    • Eivor: It has to be Ceolbert. He's the only prize worth taking in this mud sink.

    Eivor continued fighting and helping through the city, down to the river, crossing in the shallows to the isle of Woden's Eye. She searched the shipyard until finally she found Ceolbert, the grip of his sword held in both hands, pointed at Leofrith, who paced before him.

    • Eivor: Ceolbert! He's in trouble.
    • Ceolbert: I won't back down, Leofrith! I will not!
    • Leofrith: Don't make this harder than it has to be, boy.

    Eivor approached them.

    • Eivor: Leofrith! Let him walk. You answer to me.
    • Leofrith: I answer to my king. I silence Danes... with this.

    He turned toward her, still clearly wounded from previous battles, and displayed his greatsword. Eivor nodded at Ceolbert, who finally lowered his sword and retreated to the side.

    • Eivor: Lay it by, Leofrith. There's nothing left to fight for. We've stormed Repton. Only a matter of time.

    Leofrith considered her words, but shook his head.

    • Leofrith: I cannot do that.
    • Eivor: Then you will die.
    • Leofrith: Someone will.

    The two fought, though Eivor didn't stop trying to reason with her opponent.

    • Eivor: You can't win this, Leofrith. Even if you defeat me, the Ragnarssons have won the day.
    • Leofrith: I have fought many a Dane in my time. I'm still standing.

    Eivor dealt him a heavy blow.

    • Eivor: You're slowing.
    • Leofrith: Bah!
    • Eivor: You're a strong-willed thegn. Burgred was lucky.
    • Leofrith: To stand in the way of you and Mercia is my duty. I will die before I yield.

    Eivor weakened him further.

    • Eivor: You're finished.
    • Leofrith: Not yet. Fight me, heathen!

    After a long, arduous fight, Eivor finally defeated Leofrith, kicking him to the ground.

    • Leofrith: Go on, then. End it.

    Kneeling, Leofrith lowered his head, waiting for the killing blow.

    • Eivor: No appeal to your god? Or your king?
    • Leofrith: I swore an oath to serve Burgred to the death. I fought. I lost. We both know how this goes.

    The world around Eivor faded to darkness as Odin stepped up, just behind her shoulder. Together, they considered her resigned opponent.

    • Odin: An honorable thegn fighting a dishonorable war.
    • Eivor: Burgred abandoned him, betrayed his trust. If I were Leofrith, I'd want to know.
    • Odin: Why rob him of this last glory? A warrior ready to meet his god and bask in his praise. To live will only lead him to shame.
    • Eivor: It's not an oath he would keep if he knew the truth.
    • Odin: Then choose. Truth... or glory.

    Odin and the Memory Corridor faded away and Eivor once again stood alone over Leofrith's form.

    Eivor stepped forward.

    • Eivor: Stand, Leofrith. Live to fight another day.

    Surprised, he finally glanced up at her.

    • Leofrith: What?
    • Eivor: Your loyalty to Burgred is not a loyalty returned. He resigned the crown and fled to Rome. He's gone.

    Leofrith pushed himself up, considering her words. When he spoke, his voice was more pleading than angry.

    • Leofrith: You lie...
    • Eivor: Lie to a man seconds from death? What would I gain?

    Leofrith's brow furrowed.

    • Eivor: He saved himself and left you to die. All this fighting, it's for nothing. For no one.

    Eivor kneeled before him, putting them on the same level.

    • Eivor: To betray one so trusted, so close... it's a dishonor worth a thousand deaths.

    She stood and after a moment, Leofrith did as well.

    • Leofrith: Eivor... you have shown me a great kindness. It... it is only fitting that I do the same. At Venonis, there is a statue with a scroll laid in a small bowl. You must burn it.
    • Eivor: A scroll?
    • Leofrith: Your name is on this scroll. At Burgred's request, I put it there. When it is found, the Zealots who read it will hunt you.
    • Eivor: Who are they?
    • Leofrith: It doesn't matter now, you haven't much time. Burn the scroll. Or they will never stop hunting you.

    Eivor nodded and Leofrith turned to leave.

    • Eivor: Where will you go now?

    His expression hardened.

    • Leofrith: Rome.

    He approached Ceolbert again, laying a hand on the young man's shoulder and smiling, before walking away.

    • Eivor: Come on. Let's take you back.

  • Eivor: You fought well, Leofrith. With honor. You will go to your god as you are now.
  • Leofrith: I am ready.
  • Eivor walked toward him, drawing her axe from her belt.

    • Eivor: We Norse have a name for men and women with courage like yours. Drengr. I name you one now.

    She swung her axe, killing him. Ceolbert flinched away with a grimace.

    • Ceolbert: He didn't deserve this.
    • Eivor: He chose this.

    Ceolbert shook his head sadly.

    • Eivor: Come. We should get back.

    Eivor started walking back toward Repton, Ceolbert following closely behind.

    • Eivor: Careful, you're injured.
    • Ceolbert: I'm all right. Really. A few nicks and cuts from the battle, that's all.
    • Eivor: These wounds will heal quickly. You're lucky.
    • Ceolbert: I threw myself at him, Eivor. But he only toyed with me. He knew I couldn't touch him.
    • Eivor: You should have stayed hidden, Ceolbert. This wasn't your fight.
    • Ceolbert: It was. It was our fight. Yours, mine, my father's. I had to help.
    • Eivor: And you did. You showed courage today. Bravery. You're a boy no longer.

    • Ceolbert: Back there, with Leofrith... I didn't think you'd spare him.
    • Eivor: There is no honor in killing a man misled. He believed his king would die fighting for Mercia.
    • Ceolbert: He knows the truth now.
    • Eivor: And with that truth, he forged a new path.
      You were right about him, Ceolbert. And right to believe the line that divides us can be thinner than it seems.

  • Ceolbert: Back there, with Leofrith... why did you see it fit to kill him?
  • Eivor: Leofrith was a fighter who knew the cost of war. He died defending an idea he believed in, true or not. There is some honor in that.
  • Ceolbert: I... I think I understand.

  • Together, they returned to the ruined church, where Ubba and Ivarr were talking. Ivarr turned to look at them and grinned.

    • Ivarr: Ceolbert!

    Ceolbert smiled back and Ivarr clapped him on the shoulder.

    • Ivarr: Look at you, bloody and battle-worn! Could be chieftain of your own clan with courage like that!
    • Ubba: No less than the King of Mercia, Brother. One of these days...
    • Ceolbert: And how is my father taking to his new role?
    • Ubba: See for yourself.

    Ubba waved toward the church, where Ceolwulf and Sigurd emerged, trailed by a few warriors.

    • Eivor: You're an odlingr now. Or aetheling, I think you'd say. Next in line for the throne. It's an honorable title. One that demands good judgement. Be careful who you trust.

    Sigurd and the new king approached, and Ceolwulf gripped Ceolbert's shoulders, looking him over.

    • Ceolwulf: My son, are you well?
    • Ceolbert: Yes, Father. Well enough.
    • Eivor: He honored you today. Fought bravely, against many stalwart foes.
    • Ceolwulf: You have my thanks, all of you. And my blessing.

    • Eivor: We knew what this alliance might cost us. But it's over now, and everyone has gained something. Silver, honor, allies.
    • Ceolwulf: Agreed. Today we turn a new page. All of England must know... the Kingdom of Mercia has a new king.

  • Eivor: Ubba and Ivarr lost countless men in this fight. You want to show your thanks? Hold to your end of the bargain.
  • Ceolwulf: Of course. All of England will soon know that the Kingdom of Mercia has a new and powerful king.

  • Eivor: What happens now?
  • Ceolwulf: Word of Burgred's deposition will spread quickly. The other kingdoms of England will soon enough know that Mercia has a new king.

  • Eivor: The remaining kingdoms of England won't respect your path to power.
  • Ceolwulf: Nor will many in my kingdom. Burgred's soldiers will stand tall in the face of this turmoil, all across Mercia, against us.
  • Sigurd: That we shall remedy soon enough. I am riding for Oxenefordscire directly, to forge an alliance with some thegns there.
  • Eivor: Shall I go with you?
  • Sigurd: Not 'til I know more. Linger here a while if you can. Strengthen our friendships. I will send for you soon enough.
  • Ceolwulf: Sigurd, I would feel better if Ceolbert was away from here, until Mercia is more stable.
  • Ceolbert looked at his father in surprise, then shook his head fondly.

    • Ceolwulf: Would you welcome him among your clan?

    Sigurd considered Ceolbert.

    • Sigurd: Hm. Do you have a horse, young aetheling?
    • Ceolbert: I do. A young steed called Theobald.
    • Sigurd: Good. I can ride with you as far as the River Nene. You may find your way from there.
    • Ceolwulf: Thank you, Sigurd. This puts my mind at ease.

    Sigurd turned to leave and Ceolbert nodded at the group before following while Ivarr watched him go almost fondly. Sigurd paused before he got too far, though, calling back.

    • Sigurd: Be ready for my call, Eivor. It will come!

    Sigurd, Ceolbert, and Ceolwulf left.

    • Ubba: You and Sigurd make a good pair. The future of England will be pagan from top to bottom.

    With a nod, he pulled something from his belt, presenting Eivor with an arm ring.

    • Ubba: Take this, Wolf-Kissed. As a sign of friendship. And should you call, the Brothers Ragnarsson will come.

    Eivor accepted it while Ivarr looked on with a flash of surprise.

    • Eivor: You honor me, Ubba.

    Not to be shown up, Ivarr stepped back, scanning the ground, and picked up an axe from beside a fallen warrior.

    • Ivarr: See that? Sly bastard, trying to win your heart. Well, two can play that game.

    Ivarr tossed the axe to Eivor, who caught it, and responded with amused sarcasm.

    • Eivor: How kind of you Ivarr.
    • Ivarr: My pleasure. Our friendship is the best thing to come from this mess. Maybe Ceolbert too, the brave little twig.
    • Eivor: That's good to hear...

    The group said their farewells and parted.

    • Eivor: Now then... Leofrith said there are hunters after me. Zealots. If I don't clear my name, I'll be marked for death. I should head to Venonis.

  • Eivor: Now, it seems the wind calls me back to Randvi. Best tell her the good news.

  • Outcome

    Ceolwulf was crowned King of Mercia, with both Burgred and his wife Æthelswith exiled to Rome. Eivor travelled to Repton with Ivarr to help Ceolbert repel an attack by Leofrith.

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    Norway
    Rygjafylke
    A Desperate Bounty - A New England - Comb of Champions - Old Man on the Edge - Raider Recruit - The Dreamwalking Warrior - The Hunt for Honor - The Plight of the Warlock - The Silver-Tongued Traitor
    Hordafylke
    Battle Born - The Rekindling
    England
    Cent
    Madness of the Stones - Pig of Prophecy - Red in Tooth and Claw - The Lighthouse Twins - The Pardoner's Tale - The Sky Thief - Winifred
    East Anglia
    A Blood Hymn for Edmund - Edmund's Arrows - Freyja's Friend - Green Children of Anglia - Hide and Hunt - Life-Blood - The Wayward
    Essexe
    Devil's Hole - Mother - Take Me a Husband - The Banshee - The Boar with the Golden Nose - The Gleewoman - The Prodigy - The Riddler
    Eurviscire
    Art-Scop - Crushed Dreams - Dellingr Rabbit - Historia de Cordibus Pathetic - Sunken Hope - The Village: Jurthgard
    Glowecestrescire
    Dearly Bee-Loved - Lady of the Lake - The Body - The Goddess of Birth - The Horn of Ragnar
    Grantebridgescire
    Degolas the Beautiful - Path to the Wind-Blue - The Cult of Saint Guthlac - The Devout Troll - The Doom Book of Cats - The Infinite Noise of Men - The Lord of Norsexe - The Walloper - The Wound-Wands of Friends - Winchell the Robesfree
    Hamtunscire
    Saint Faith - Splitting Hares - The Arrow In The Tree - The Devil Has All The Best Tunes - We Are All Monsters
    Jorvik
    Bridges of Oppression - Deviled Water - Silver Wind Elder - Warmth of Winter
    Ledecestrescire
    A Skald's Lament - Ledecestrescire Sauce - Of Fist-Dances and Sweaty Oaths - Sisters of the Axe - Skal to Your Wealth - The Last Leaf of Fall - The Old Guard - The Stink-Brew - The Twit Saga, Part I - The White Lady of Tamworth
    Lincolnscire
    King of Shitsby - Little Victories - Stray Naps - The False Ealdormancy - The Farewell Meow - The Ignominious Bandit - The Twit Saga, Part II
    Lunden
    The Demon Odor at the Tithe - Falling Stars - Last Flight of the Gyldan Sparrow - War of the Collectors
    Oxenefordscire
    A Dog's Rescue - Fishing Lesson - Nostalgia - Permission to Weep - The Anchoress - The Last Raid
    Sciropescire
    Bewitched - King of the Hill - Lamb Chops - Miracle - Otta, Son of Slugga - Paola's Dream - The Puppeteer
    Snotinghamscire
    A Cordial Invitation - An Althing for the Half-Grown - An Efficient Cremation - Stoneman - The Good Men of Sherwood - The Myth in the Mountains
    Suthsexe
    A Prayer for Vengeance - Aflanc the Terrible - Alisa in Wunderlandscire - Eivor the Sheepdog - King of the Hay People - Rock of Fertility - Tiny Black Market - Will O' the Wisp
    Wincestre
    Aelfred's Jewel - Asser - Mildberg the Miracle Legs - Romeo and Aethelflaed
    North America
    Vinland
    A Dead Man's Tale - Breaking Teeth, Not Hearts - Flight of Fancy - Ursine Takeover
    Dreams
    Asgard
    Food of the Gods - Hel's Well - Milk of Humankind - Njord's Lament - Noble Harts - Valhalla Bound
    Jotunheim
    Aegir's Daughters - Pit of Slaughter - The Giants of Fimbulwinter - The Puppeteer
    DLC
    The Way of the Berserker
    Chapter 1
    The Mysterious Berserker
    Chapter 2
    The Ritual of the Berserker
    Chapter 3
    The Vengeance of the Berserker
    The Legend of Beowulf
    Chapter 1
    A Fiend out of Hell
    Chapter 2
    Prey in the High Hall
    Chapter 3
    Ever As Fate Must
    Yule Festival
    Yule Festival - Cow Catcher - The Case of the Missing Ale - Braun's Folly - Twirling Targets - Yule Brawl
    Ostara Festival
    Ostara Festival - Let's Get Festive - Egg Hunt - The May Queen - Spiritual Defense - Braun's Folly - Twirling Targets - Viking Brawl
    Sigrblot Festival
    Sigrblot Festival - The War Effort (Feeding the Wolf - Fight or Flyte - Three Big Pigs) - Final Offering - Test Your Metal - War Games
    River Raids
    Yule Season
    A River to Raid - The Legend of Saint George - Treasures of River Exe - Treasures of River Severn - The Legacy of Saint George - Treasures of River Dee - The Sword of Saint George
    Sigrblot Season
    The Legend of Lugh - Treasures of River Berbha - The Spear of Lugh - Treasures of River Erriff - The Ulfberht Sword - Champions of the Faith (England's Protector - Ireland's Defender - Francia's Anointed)
    Mastery Challenge
    A Challenge from the Gods - The Cryptic Tutelage of Hildiran
    Wrath of the Druids
    Wrath of the Druids
    Chapter 1
    Irish Trade - Irish Adventure - Blood Bond - Snaring Thorstein - Rathdown Build Up - Flann over Ireland
    Chapter 2
    A Show of Character - War Efforts
    Chapter 3
    Gathering Strength - Foothold in Connacht - Potion of Blood - Into the Fog - The Northern Reach - Courting the Kings - The Mask of Diplomacy
    Chapter 4
    The Wages of War
    Chapter 5
    A Scourging of Snakes - The Cost of Betrayal
    Settling Accounts
    Chapter 1
    Dublin's Reach
    Chapter 2
    An Eye for an Eye
    The Strength of Danu
    Chapter 1
    Children of Danu
    Chapter 2
    Amber Sun
    Lost Drengr
    Thorgest's Drengir
    Trade Post
    Trade: Dyed in the Wool - Trade: Giving Your Words - Trade: Illuminating Event - Trade: Sweetening the Pot - Trade: The Ivory Post - Trade: Trouble Brewing
    Royal Demands
    Kings of Meath
    Meath: Death Sentence - Meath: Death to All - Meath: Gemstones - Meath: Hibernian Heist - Meath: Jewel Recovery - Meath: Rough Justice - Meath: Royal Vengeance - Meath: Smite Them Down - Meath: Stamp Them Out - Meath: Taking it Back - Meath: They Must Pay
    Kings of Connacht
    Connacht: Death Sentence - Connacht: Jewel Recovery - Connacht: Stamp Them Out
    Kings of Ulster
    Ulster: Death Sentence - Ulster: Death to All - Ulster: Smite Them Down
    The Siege of Paris
    Chapter 1
    Strangers Bearing Gifts - To Francia - Warlord of Melun - The Rot in the Slums - Majesty in the Dark
    Chapter 2
    The Missing Queen - Sister of Sorrow - The Queen's Gambit
    Chapter 3
    Honor and Enemies - Fire From Heaven - A Hidden Weakness - Royal Fox Hunt - Dark Before Dawn - The Siege of Paris - The Count of Paris
    Chapter 4
    Skal!
    Chapter 5
    Fire and Faith - Madness of King Charles - Victory - Homecoming
    Hidden Ones
    Hidden
    Standalone
    A Package for Paris
    Infamy
    Vive la Résistance
    Rebel Missions
    Thousand Eyes contracts
    Contract: Pagus Pinciacensis
    World Events
    Amienois
    Hidden Justice
    Melunois
    Not God Enough - Stealing from Thieves - Ulfberht Sword
    Paris
    The Ghost of Saint Germain - The King of Rats
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