4 Skerpla, 857
Ontario Shore
"I do not understand this game"
Ingjolfr suppressed a sigh as he explained the rules of Hnefatafl to his opponent, yet again. Their arrival at the kannata of the People of the Bear had initially been met with alarm and confusion from the Norse. That the place was on fire had a significant amount to do with that. He had heard rumours that this was a normal practice throughout Lakeland but hearing and seeing were two rather different things. Most of the kannata had already moved west, though a small number had stayed behind hoping to meet them. The child that had been following was supposedly some sort of a scout for a southern kannata of the lodge builders called the people of the river, who had then informed their westerly neighbours.
The fact they still wished to trade was the reason for his repeated - and failing - attempts to teach the game to someone new. The ice in the ship had remained frozen for the journey, so his part was done as far as he was concerned. The captain by contrast had started talking with, hopefully, the kannata's drottseti in an attempt to build a trade post on the still burning land. They had attempted to build one several times on the route along the river but had been refused by clan mothers as the lands requested were still in use by one clan or another.
Rather than spend his free time listen to which of the more important men had the upper hand, he had decided to explore the shoreline, where he had met his opponent who had offered him an apparent attempt at alcohol. The recipe for which had apparently been mimicked from their neighbours on the river, where they had got such a terrible method of brewing he had no idea.
Lakeland alcohol, if it could be called that, appeared to consist of merely fermenting corn in water until it resembled gruel[1]. As a result, it both tasted worse and had a lower chance of getting drunk on than either Ale or Sapmead. It's taste however explained why previous attempts at trading Sapmead had been rebuffed without explanation.
They find it too sweet? This stuff is disgusting. He offered the rest of the drink to his opponent who had given him an odd look before taking and finishing it.
"You need to flank my pieces on
both sides for it to count as a capture." The continual instruction was suddenly interrupted by nearby yelling. Glancing back towards the kannata, it seemed trade negotiations had been stumped by a demand for an absurd amount of cats.
"The women like them as pets. Not sure why. Never seen an animal with such a high opinion of itself. "
No weapons had been drawn and none of the rest of the crew seemed bothered, so he returned his focus to the game.
"Only corners count for Escape and Victory." Ingjolfr informed his opponent who proceded to do just that.
His opponent gave no indication that he was satisfied with the victory but appeared to be intensely studying the board.
"An intriguing game. You need to aim for overwhelming victory before moving your pieces. Ah rematch perhaps?"
Resetting the board, this time in a white-square pattern, they were interrupted yet again by more nearby yelling.
"I'm surprised your Drottseti is tolerating my captain's nonsense" Ingolfr said as his first piece was captured.
"Given how you have avoided both him and your other companions, one would think you were unfond of them"
"Oh, my opinion of them will probably increase in a few hours, or days. There's only so much time you can spend in close confines with someone before finding everything about them exceedingly annoying, Longhouses have doors at each end after all. After 800 vika listening to how they can arrange meeting between their children and þora or complaing that the Jarl spends too much time with Ylva, teaching the game is a welcome distraction"
"þora?"
"The Jarl's daughter. You know how it goes, someone with good fortunes has a child and those who wish to change their own fortune-"
"Seek to ingratiate themselves with said child. I'm familiar with the behaviour, though I imagine it expressed differently between us. Iouskeha warns against such practices but many fall to them" His opponent said as he finished his drink.
"Iouskeha?"
"You most likely call him something else, like how Heno is þor? Is that how you say it. The most favoured of the gods. He is the bringer of fire and of the sun, that released all the animals from beneath the land having wounded in the foot all but the wolf. From his mother he protects all those he has played tricks on from her."[2]
What
"His mother... would she happen to be wondrous beauty and a hideous crone to whom all the disfavoured dead are subject to?"
"Ah, it is just matter of name then. Ah my manners, we've been enjoying this game and conversation for some time and I have yet to introduce myself. I am of the Deer clan, my name is Tadadaho."
"Ingjolfr af þordisrike. It's not just a name matter. She's his daughter in the tellings I know. Her name is Hel."
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[1]OTL what would become the huron tribes began experimenting with this 'beer' around the 1200s and drank it ceremoniously at Feasts of the Dead. The Feast of the Dead is not practiced at this point by any of the tribes, so along with continuous contact with Norse, it has simply became something they drink during trade with them. Norse knowledge of brewing sped up it's invention/discovery.
[2]Tadadho is condensing quite a bit of the mythology here but it's not incorrect.
Map of Lakeland areas that Norse have access to. Tribe names are translated to English to distinguish them for later developments.
Not too happy with how the map turned out so will probably redo it later. Feedback welcome.