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Hornar på Sundet // Horns on the Sound - A struggle in Braskfjord during the Fujansk revolution.

• Part 1

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Hornar på Sundet // Horns on the Sound

Braskvik, Mærtesund Fylke - 23:37 12 februar 1319

A person walks up a hill on a dark, cobbled street. The rain is coming down heavily. They arrive at the door marked 15 and knock. A few seconds pass before they’re let in quickly to an unlit room.

“Where have you been, Anjar?” a gruff voice asks from the dark.

The soaked newcomer replies, making no move to take off their coat, “We haven’t much time, they’ll be here in the morning.”

The gruff voice grunts, digging out and striking a match. “What do you mean? Haugen should have been cut off at Svannes” it asks. They light a small oil lamp, spreading just enough light to see each other by.

“I mean they’ll be here in just a few hours, Halna, the Sundmarine fell,” Anjar replies, “We have to warn the others, Haugen will be quick to root out potential sympathizers once they get here, and unfortunately, we fit that bill.”

“But we can’t just give up all the progress we’ve made!" Halna says, “Just because the armies will change doesn’t mean our mission does.”

“Well what are we supposed to do then?!” Anjar says, their veneer of calm finally worn through, “We can’t leave and we can’t stay? That’s no choice at all.”

Halna pauses for a moment. “...Could we ask the others? We have to let them know at the very least, and we can come to a decision together. Skomedal will find out if we try to send a telegram to Strafsund, and we probably couldn’t arrange it quick enough anyway...fjann!¹ We should’ve prepared earlier...”

Anjar presses their hand to Halna’s shoulder, “There was no way we could’ve known it'd be this quick, we weren't expecting it for weeks more. You've got a good idea, though, give me a few minutes and I’ll head back out to gathe—” they’re cut off as the sound of a horn echoes through the rain, coming from the sound. Two muffled cracks follow.

“Fjann.”

 

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1. Fjann - "fuck" or "damn"

Edited May 28, 2020 by Fujai