by the treacherous King of the Arnd

King Harald had been wise in marriage, perhaps, but not in diplomacy or war. He has scarcely expanded the realm and many neighboring kings conspired against him. Toward the south, Lovka, King of the Arnd - controlling much of the Arnd river basin and the land around it - prepared for war. King Lovka sent assassins north to attack Harald. At a wedding for one of your cousins, a foreigner from Jermania was apprehended with a vial of poison. Upon being put to ****, he confessed that Lovka had personally sent him. Though the court tried to keep this reveal secret, Lovka's spies certainly reported back to him. As soon as word of the assassin's failure reached Lovka, his warband marched across the border and into Jut territory.

They fell upon the border villages. Men were cut down where they stood; everything with a pussy was fucked mercilessly by the soldiers of the south. One of the middling towns on the border, Black Thorne, was given the worst treatment. Lovka ordered his men to kill "everything that breaths" in the city, and his men gladly carried out the command. Without remorse, he brutalized the peasantry of your fledgling kingdom. He clearly intended to prey upon our weakness following the **** of your king. Failure should have doomed him, but King Harald was weak in war. He feared the sharp swords and lances of battles.

King Lovka sent your father an offer of peace (or rather, of surrender). By envoy, he asked for peace. In exchange for some tribute, rights to some of the border lands, and your sister - taken as one of his wives - he would return to peace with you, perhaps even become an ally. It was an insulting offer; you recognized that immediately. Your father, however, was weak of heart like always. He told you pointblank that he intended to cart your sister off like a whore and hand him to that pervert. He would fight long enough to save face, then surrender, perhaps in a month.

You would not have it. You stormed out of the keep in a rage and left for Vejle. What resistance your nation would muster would be met there. With you were a handful of your personal friends and housecarls. They were loyal to you until the end, but together you all numbered less than fifteen. King Lovka had at least four hundred men, and until you beat him in battle there was precious little you could do. You would take the army of levies your father was amassing at Vejle, a **** only so large as to deter Lovka from marching on Arhus - 300 men.

You would need to take this **** and relieve the besieged border city of Kolding. The Sudjutyrs had already taken the border forts and villages, putting them to **** and plunder. Outside the walls of Kolding, Jut women were fucked without regard - day in, day out - by the hundreds of foreign soldiers. The small garrison of only 50 men held out only because Lovka knew they had not the water to last more than a few days, and so refused to waste men in an ****. Soon the city would fall, and all its plunder with it.

You arrived at Vejle and none to soon.