by Jardonn Smith
based on Aquadude’s single-plate fantasy, Dreams of a Young Viking
So thought young Sigvid. Even he knew one Viking ship held too few men to overcome such greater numbers inside the Vergunthi village, but the elders commanded an attack regardless. Sigvid dared not speak in protest. This was his first voyage, first venture from his homeland, and whereas he’d looked forward to the wonders he might see, now he longed to return to his peaceful village, his comforting hut surrounded by those who loved him.
Instead, he now rested in the clutches of his enemies, inside their grand hut, the largest structure of the village where Vegunthi gathered to make law or mourn deaths or celebrate unions or, in this case, torment prisoners taken in battle.