The setting is Birka, current Sweden, the 800s. The German Monk Ansgar was an early missionary trying to spread Christianity to the Vikings. Aziraphale is there as moral support. Crowley tagged along for some unknown reason.
(It would take another 150 years or so before Christianity became the official religion in most of the northern European kingdoms.)
it had been several weeks since Ansgar had come to Malpommus. He had arrived at rather small town, shortly after which he had ended up joining the guild branch that was there. Over the course of the previously mention several weeks, the descender worked his way up to be quite the respected member of the guild, both in terms of how he treated others and his work, as well as with his fighting skill. Rumors about a problem brewing up near a town to the far north east had finally reached the town Ansgar was staying and doing guild work in, and the people’s reaction was… less then pleasant.
Tension rapidly rose in the town, and just as things were appearing to reach a breaking point, terrible news came. The branch in that town had sent messages to all the other branches it could possibly get to, requesting assistance. Initially, little attention was paid to the request, as they needed to settle the people in this town down first, but as more and more time passed they realized that unless whatever was causing the rumors had been dealt with, there would be no settling the people down. With that realization in mind, the branch unanimously elected for the descender to be the one who traveled to the branch, and provide all assistance he possibly could.
It had taken Ansgar several days to reach his destination, due to the fact that he dared not use his ability to point travel, in fear of the repercussions it might have had. Shortly after his arrival into town, he noted that this town was far more rural then even the one he had been staying in, and that it was much smaller too, as indicated by the momentary walk to the guild hall.
Upon reaching the guild hall, the hooded descender immediately walked up the steps and pushed the door open, taking a few steps in after doing so. Once he was inside the building, the glanced around and noticed that there wasn’t anyone in this room, at least. Noting this, he eventually made his way over to the counter where there would usually be a guild clerk, and waited in silence.
Yes that is a Elvis Presley statue playing a guitar behind me on a roof in camberwell…I love Elvis…“🎸🎶 W/this wonderful team;✨🌸 Photographer: Ansgar Sollmann Styling: Nina Petters Make up/hair: Britta Tess ✨ Wearing very cool sequinned bomber jacket: Ashish & bomber boots drmartensofficial
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Magnus had one elder brother. He was an only child when you didn’t count Ansgar, and people often tended not to.
Their parents had inherited the farm just outside of the Capitol from his paternal grandfather, who had inherited it from HIS father, and so on, and so on. Their farm had provided grain to the royal family for years, until King Alaric. He’d decided to stop using them after one delivery had been short because one of the fields had been flooded.
They sold at the market and made a good chunk of change now. He was often there, since the ladies couldn’t lift the bags of grains, or the crates of apples. Sometimes, the cook from the palace would get extra grains, or fruits and vegetables. Once, she had even purchased a cow from them for a feast, that Magnus had happily slaughtered and delivered.
He found himself with a Scythe in hand, cutting down some of the plants for the harvest. He couldn’t wait for a break tonight, for the Harvest celebration. There was a sudden wave of excitement as a scream came from the house, and the ladies rushed to the road, leaning over the wooden fence to see the Queen’s carriage as she rode by.