Chapter 14 - In transit (1/2)
The sh.i.p.s took off to the realm below Asgard, heading to the forgotten planet of Gundersheim, home of the Rock Trolls, intending to strike first before they could send anything to Asgard.
They were not counted among the 9 realms because of their lack of technological capabilities and poor intelligence in general.
They acted more like savages than a species who could communicate so they were deemed unimportant, due to the lack of threat.
Even with this designation, their fighting capabilities were on par, and with their high population should they gain the ability to travel with ease would be a threat, which was why Odin took this very seriously when he discovered a portal that allowed them into Asgard.
The Asgardian sh.i.p.s were reminiscent of the Viking sh.i.p.s on Midgard, who were inspired by their design when they use to visit on a more frequent base.
They had sail-like features on the side that looked like the wings you would find on a winged helmet and had that same golden color worked into the design as the rest of Asgard, Odin's favorite color.
Theoric took this chance while in travel to talk more to Vott, thinking that maybe he could use a group like this, not exactly uptight and brainwashed, but still combat trained.
”Tell me more about you and your men Vott,” he said looking at the hairy Asgardian, he was a big stout man, with wild red hair and a long thick beard with hairier arms than most, which probably went all the way to his c.h.e.s.t and back.
He looked like a man who lost meaning in life, but wouldn't go down without a fight.
Vott having nothing to do or hide spoke- ”Well Theoric I'll be willing to talk more if you tell me why someone as strong as you, wants to be with a group like ours.”
”Think of me like Thor,” he said not able to hide the disdain on his face when he said the name.
Vott noticing this left it alone, not caring for the royals himself considering his position- ”So battle maniac is it? Well, that's fine I guess, as long as you do as you said and follow my orders.
This all started back when Herlu became a commander due to his privileged birth, he took a particular interest in me when he saw my strength, my wife.” his voice getting lower from the painful memory.
Vott- ”My wife was a beautiful woman, but it soon became clear she only was with me because of my strength and when Herlu came and showed her that strength isn't everything, by making me do as he commanded, she left me for him,
but that wasn't good enough for Herlu, he despised me for how much stronger I was than him, it made him feel inferior being with her, knowing he could never measure up.”
He smirked before sighing- ”And so he made this squad, where he would not only have me constantly put in danger, but he could even throw in others he doesn't like or who his friends don't like.”
Theoric- ”Why was this allowed to happen, does he really have that much sway, I don't understand how I never heard about this.”
Vott grunted- ”His father is Hildir a high command elder who has the ear of the council.”
Theoric looks around sadly at the men knowing that with that kind of backing against them they had little hope to dig their way out of the situation, the king was unlikely to listen about something such as this and would consider it a petty squabble, beneath him to act.