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My bf added another chapter to his novel!!! It’s so goooddd (if u like gore/GoT/battle stuff) you’ll love this n the support would be so nice!! @clansman-buchanan

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Please consider helping Vulgar out, because the creator is a damn genius

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My boyfriend wrote a thing so if u like a mix of game of thrones n Vikings n generally gruesome narratives u should give it a read!!!

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Clansman

It was stuck. My fucking sword was stuck in his chest and he wouldn't stop screaming. I've killed a few people before, but they always died quick. I drew my knife and I stabbed him over and over, his warm blood spraying in my face from the holes I was making in his throat. It tasted odd, not good, but not bad. His screams became gurgles so I pushed him away, abandoning my sword. My first time leading a battle and it was all going wrong. I'd charged too soon, and we were stuck fighting uphill. We outnumbered them but my men were tiring, and the lines had been broken. "Haft!" I called for my Sergeant. "Hi Newt, did you see that! I gutted him, pulled his belly open!" he was caked in gore. "He cried like a wee baba, did you see him Newt!" I couldn't resist a grin. "Regroup the men, we need to get to the peak" I didn't say it but if we stayed here we were fucked. Dead fucked. "Aye sure thing" he pulled the war horn from his belt and gave three short blasts "RANK UP! IN YOUR LINES!" As the men shifted into position I scanned the numbers. "Shite, we've lost atleast a hundred." Father wouldn't be happy. "Don't worry Newt, we could fuck em with twenty men!" He stole another grin from me. "SHIELDS!" I hollered. "STEADY!" The enemy were battering the front line, but it held. This is how we'd defeat them, they had the advantage of a downhill attack, but we had the discipline. "ADVANCE!" I hoped the lines would hold, one break and they'd overwhelm us. We were loosing the odd man, but we were cutting down swathes of them, and as we reached the peak it happened, they routed. "BREAK FORMATION! RUN THEM DOWN LADS!" The real battle ended there, but the killing didn't. We swarmed the fort at the far side of the ridge, they didn't even get a chance to close the gates. "Lord Franks! We've got him!" the shout came from a nearby warrior. Beside him four others were holding a scruffy fellow, draped in furs and rusted chainmail. "High chief Warusow" I chuckled "I am honoured by your presence." He glared "Unhand me! I am your Ruler, I am your-" Haft silenced him by kicking his teeth down his throat. "You're a traitor and a bastard!" I spat back. I stared at him, snivelling as he hacked up blood and teeth. He was older than me, probably only eighteen or so. How had this pathetic whelp united three clans and won every battle he fought against us? I almost admired him. That made me hate him even more. "Oi Haft." I began walking away "Aye Newt?" "Cut off his gonads, let him bleed." Warusow began spluttering, trying to beg through his ruined jaw. "Aye Newt" he drew his knife. "C'mere wee piggy!" He giggled. Haft was a big fucker. I'm talking really big. He was fifteen and a head taller than anyone I'd ever met, still had some growing to do too. Couple that with arms like treetrunks and the mind of a psychotic child. He was the perfect choice for my right hand man. No matter what I asked him to do the answer was always the same. "Aye Newt." He was both my right hand man and my most trusted friend. You wouldn't think that looking at him now, whooping and laughing as he hacked the cock off that sad bastard. Fucking sicko. Burt ridge was a bloody nice fort. Decent walls, plenty of towers, and a nice Lords hall. When we get back I'm going to ask it be awarded to me. I'd fought hard for it, and it was about time I got my own land now. But for now we'd sack it. We'll take the gold, the silver, the women, whatever we wanted. I kicked down the door of the nearest home, it splintered under my boot. As I stepped in I saw a woman, brandishing a fire poker. "Back you lowland scum, I'll fucking stick you!" I kicked her between the legs and she dropped to the floor. "I've killed enough today woman, grab your wains and run." she scowled up at me, tight liped, tears streaming down her cheeks. Gods she was pretty, I watched her as she scrambled for a few essentials. As she moved I noticed her perky little tits, and how they bounced as she sobbed. She had two daughters, one just a babe. "Shel, pick up your sister" the eldest obeyed. Now she was a brave wee lass, glaring at me and keeping eye contact. "Mother..." "What is it we don't have-" but she realised, Haft had walked in. He stared at them, an excited grin split across his face. "Hey Newt..." "Let the wee ones go." He was still grinning like a maniac. "And the lady?" I thought for a short while. "Go on then ya sick bastard." "Aye Newt!" He lumbered towards her, giggling like a child. She scrambled for the poker, but he stamped on her dainty little hand, breaking it with a wet crunch. The Woman screamed and tried to pull it from under his foot, but it was useless, he laughed as she tried. "Please you said we could go, you said you'd killed enough!" She screamed. "Aye, I have, but Haft here hasn't." As I walked out I picked up the kids. They were innocent, I didn't condone killing kids. That's fucked. "C'mon lass, let's go." She kicked and bit at me as we walked out, but she soon stopped. She cried in my arms as she listened to her mother screaming.