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Byzantine bracelet ★Material: High Quality Solid 960 Sterling Silver★

Weight: approx. 38 grams (1,34 oz)

   An exquisite piece of jewelry meticulously crafted from sterling silver. This bracelet beautifully combines the intricate artistry of both Viking and Byzantine cultures, resulting in a unique and stunning accessory.    The bracelet features a harmonious blend of Norse and Byzantine design elements, symbolizing the connection between these two distinct civilizations. The detailed craftsmanship showcases the finest quality sterling silver, making it not just a piece of jewelry, but a work of art that embodies the essence of both cultures.    Whether you're drawn to the bold and fearless spirit of the Vikings or the refined elegance of Byzantine aesthetics, this bracelet offers a delightful fusion of these influences. It's a symbol of cultural exchange, a bridge between worlds that can be proudly worn as an expression of your appreciation for history, craftsmanship, and the timeless allure of jewelry.    Embrace the fusion of Viking and Byzantine traditions with this sterling silver bracelet. Let its intricate design remind you of the rich tapestry of human history and the beauty that emerges when cultures collide. Whether you're a lover of Norse mythology, a connoisseur of fine jewelry, or simply intrigued by the mingling of ancient cultures, this bracelet is a splendid addition to your collection.

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[trollrider1111]

Yeah thats the sheildmaiden, shes pretty cool, right now i think shes brewing up the team a cauldron of Crystal Pepsi

[oh-for-fic-sake-library]

The Saxon Heathen

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Summary: jarl geralt is excitedly awaiting the return of his raiders, aboard one of the longships was his gift from the allfather. His vision was of a saxon heathen, a woman. His intended. Butlittle did he know that this woman would eagerly butt heads with him , for she belongs to no one, least of all an albeit handsome brute.

Warnings: swearing, mentions of brutality, viking AU,

A/N: so a little au jarl viking geralt and a crazy pagan saxon for you.i always wondered what a a viking would have done with a saxon heathen. Anyway i hope you enjoy my little slice of madness.

Caution not beta'd ignor the typos because i am.

Four days. For four days the jarl had been on the dock watching the horizon. Waiting for the sails of his clan to break through the thick autumnal fog, the grey that muted the blue of the open sea. He was like a statue, unmoving, patiently gazeing out in to the distance with purpose awaiting the arrival of his gift.

The jarl was not built for this longing. He conquered, argued and roared in the midst of battle. He was true to his clan, fought and bled for them, re-emerged from deaths grip countless of times. Others called him a gods champion. A chosen of odin, which spurred his own clans feirce loyalty to him. Especially when his hair had turned into the brilliant white before his ageing. His eyes had always fascinated the others in the village , the light amber akin to that of wolf. Earning him the title of White wolf. Yet now with his hair he truely looked otherwordly. Some called him asgaurdian others uttered he was and odinson. But truth be told he was unsure what caused such looks. He never questioned the gods, never asked for reasons, only ever wprshipped them.

And now his unyielding love and loyalty to them had brought forth a boon. Geralt jarl of Rivia had been granted a vision, a premonition from the very gods he adored. The seer of the clan had shared in his minds sight, it would seem the gods did not see fit to give the wolf privacy on such matters.

The vision told of an arrival, a great boon from the gods. A warrior. A woman. She will step on this shoreline with a fierce fury that only the valkyrie should know. She was a roaring fire that would know no taming, a force to be reckoned with. A strangly familiar saxon, who was not a weeping wisp of a thing. He dare say she was a a distant cousin of his own kin. For in his vision he felt a pressence similar to a sheildmaidens.

All he knew was this female entity was intended for him. She was a gift from his gods. His treasure from a distant land, she was here for him. He would captivate her and lure her to his side. Like a flame beckoning a moth he will become irresistible to her, she will come to him even at the risk of peril. And once he insnares her she will birth him his heirs, gift him his own batallion of fierce warriors to conquer new lands.

Geralt knew it was close, his warriors were returning home and would land anyday. So he sat and watched, sometimes fished to pass time, showing the younger ones how to cast a net properly to keep them from under their parents feet. But mostly he was still, gazing out into the fog that thickened each day, the autum veil signalled the return of his clansmen. He needed to remain and see this woman as she set foot on his dock.

It was the deep bellow of a horn that alerted him. He drew a deep breath, steeling himself as he heard their call. The resounding long drawn low sound of his clansmen and their yells as they took to the oars and began sailing through the small estuary towards thier home. Others came to the beach and the once quiet dock became a hub of excitement. And with swift stroke along the water the long boat peeled through the fog, the mast sliceing through the smoke like tendrils of ashen coloured sky. He grinnedmfeeling his chest tighten with an odd relieved anxiety. He couldnt wait for them to moore.

You screeched as a rage youd never felt before engulfed you like the very flames that curled around your home those weeks ago. Your battle cry drew the attention of everyone on the docks and long boat's. Saxons and norsemen. Before anyone could stop you, youd jumped the side of the boat and thundered down the dock towards the priest whod dared to comment on your mothers passing. Curseing you and her with scathing words as he exited the boat in shackles with the other Christians.

You had enough of his shit.

You tucked your head and shoulder slightly as you colided with one of the large norsemen that had tried to stop your assault. The huge male had shuffled quickly, widening his arms and bent his knees ready to capture you before you could damage any of the others. But his strength and size did not best your utter rage and you somehow managed to barrel into him sending him off balance and into the cold frigid water below.

Years of rage and hate for the male before you seemed to gift you with the power of something greater. And without a second of hesitation you ducked and body slammed the now yelling, quivering preist sending him to the ground. Your hands may still be tied but you were going to kill him. You were going to kill him!

Your scuffle drew a crowd as you began screaming at the priest who was crying out for help. But the norsemen watched in amusent as you headbutted him cracking his nose drawing a high cry from him. He fell flat on his back and you clambered over him pinning and kneeing him, stomping and kicking where you could. All the qhile screaming like a banshee at him, taunts and curses a-plenty.

The norsemen had noticed on the voyage that you were different. The other saxons spat at you naming you a heathen. A pagan. Two words they didnt fully understand but were used to describe themselves. From what theh could understand you did not worship the saxons god. And the saxons hadnt known you were in the woods, you were belived to be a myth.

Your cabin was hidden away from the settlement they had plundered, decorated in bones and feathers with oddities placed around the door. Carvings and cut stones littering your tiny homestead. You were almost like them in a way.

"Ill be sure to send you to your god! You vile fuck! She was my mother! My mother!!" You yelled tears burning your eyes as your rage flowed freely. You rolled around twisting your hips and captured the preists head between your thighs and hooked one ankle behinde the other.

The norsemen laughed clapping and whistling ,uttering praises as you coiled around your victim like a snake, and much like a snakes prey, the preist could do little more then squirm and squeak. But you paid no mind instead concentrated on popping this snivelling man head clean off his shoulders.

"How does it feel to be sent to your god from between a heathens thighs!?" You shouted hooking your ankles together and clenched your thighs tighter. He flicked his feet out in desperation but nothing would distract you from your task. Not even when the crowd parted letting a huge silver haired male step to the front and watch the show. You felt his arrival but did not pay any mind. You were too preoccupied with attempted murder.

Geralt watched with a sense of pride.his woman was spirited, wild and beautiful. Her thick mane of glossy hair whipped about her as she wrestled on the ground with the poor male. Hecouldnt help his cock twitcing at the sight. Her skirts hiked up around her knees as she captured her prey. The thick mud painting her skin as she tried to murder the man.

Fuck. his eyes locked on the supple yet strong thighs clamped around the males neck. He was almost jealous of her victim, he wanted to feel the sliken skin of her inner thigh caressing his own face. Though when it was his turn to test the strenght of her leg it would be for an entirely different reason. She would tense them around him in ecstasy, not anger.

"Gods above, they did not lie." The seer hummed almost as entranceed by the seen as his jarl was. He didnt bpdare look away from the valkyrie before him, instead only speaking when he felt his jarl stand beside him.

"Indeed she is truly magnificent, to grow with such ferocity in a land full of cowards and piss ants" geralt replied a grin crossing his face as his female began taunting the godly man. She was ost definitely a heathen.

"Huh? Oh what your speechless?! Nothing to preach whilst being strangled by skirts!?"your qords drew laughterfrom all of the northmen some even calling out silver coins betting on how long the preist would survive such an assault.

"She has a wit about her as well as fire. You are truly blessed" the seer chuckled along with the others. He knew she was ging to fit right in. And possibly give their jarl a challenge, the next few ,onths were going to be amusing. Though the allfather granted geralt this delightful boon, the jarl was still going to have to work for it. Afterall the gods need to create their own entertainment occasionally. And this was certainly entertaining.

"Jarl- should we intervene?" One of the men asked growing weary of the priest now beginning to change colour. A deep red fading to purple.

"No, for now let her have her fun." Geralt uttered still enjoying the sight of his half bare queen rolling around in the mud attempting murder.

"She will kill the slave, you know this" the seer utters knowingly. There was a slight displeasure. Geralt had swore the next priest caught would be gifted to him. The seer wanted to toy with one of the saxons. To try and break them ad convert them to their own gods.

"It would be a good death, to die between such supple thighs" another clansmen spo,e up with a deep laughothers joined his laughter agreeing with him. Gerlat stiffened and shuffled on his feet. He did not like that one bit.

"I doubt the preist feels the same."

"It is not death i shall obtain between them, but perhaps a taste of valhalla-" the first man began but didnt get to finish his statement as geralt snarled feeling a wave of possessive jealousy risewithin. He turned on the man so swiflty the later almost staggered back defensively.

"She is not to be touched. Any who try will loose more then their hands" geralt sneered at the crowd of men thatwere clearly planning on trying to have his woman for themselves, perhaps all at once.

Gerlat panted in rage, eyes darkening a growl boiling in his chest frightening those around him. It was rare to see the jarl so enraged outside of the battlefield. They all looked away averting their eyes from their jarl and the woman on the ground. None wanted to cross him, or risk his anger by eyeng the beauty.

It was when geralt was sure he made his point that he looked away from the men. His amber eyes found his woman oonce kore. He grunted, as much as he enjoyed the veiw of her bare legs he did not li,e that the others could also appreciate the sight her supple skin. Her body was for his eyes. Not theirs.

"Jarl? You are considering a slave? You never; its unlike you to take intrest in the saxons past their gold" one male dared speak up when he noticed his jarls attention was back on the woman.

"Slave? No. She is much more then a mere saxon slave. She is a gift All father sent me visions. A ferocious saxon beauty would arrive. My own woman to tame, and when i do the clan will prosper. We will all enjoy the favour of the gods!" He declared, trying to ignore the tense few moments he'd had with his own clansmen.

The crowd cheered as the jarl promised the blessing of the gods. He smiled, but his eyes peered at the two warriors who had tried to taint his new found bride with there mocking words. They each shrunk under the predatory gaze thwt earned him his name. And then nodded back off letting theier jarl know they would not interfere with the gods plans.

Geralt smiled befor stalking up to the woman and blue priest. He chuckled it was both arousing and adorable the way she trapt him so thoroughly. He couldnt wait to get her wrapped around him. Though he may hav to wait some time before letting her mount his own shoulders, she had a good grip and even he may have some trouble pulling her off if she decided to suffocate him with her thighs.

You ignored the way everyone around you seemed to quiet down, or the footsteps that halted beside you. Two muddy leather boots stopped by your head, your eyes flicked up the pength of male and found a truley magnificent man. The odd silver hair and amber eyes addedto the godly ethereal look. Not that he was slight in any way. Taller then all saxons youd seen, and wider too. Not that he was fat, no his size wasnt a result of greed and there was no typical beer belly. He was solid, strong as an ox.

"Release him woman" he grunted down at you tapping you with the toe of his boot lightly whilst crossjngnhis arms and smirking down at you amused. You snarled at him wordlessly before drawing a muffled yelp from your victim tensing your legs once more.

"I said release him" the man repeated his voice stern and deep, full of warning. You shuddered unable to stop the strange wave of heat washing over you. You thighs stiffened pai fully, trying to clench from his growled words. You frowned you didnt li,e thatat all. No man had ever effected you in such a way. It only fueled your rage.

"Not untill hes dead! He thanked his god for my mothers painful death! Celebrated her burning alive! Cursed her soul! Tried to condemn her to an eternal suffering!" You yelled up at the tall pompus ass. You were trying to be angry at him, but something was stopping you. Attraction maybe? No. Somthing else, something deeper. Your soul recognised him, seeing him was like kin who had been astranged finally reuniting. His mere presence felt like thick blankets on a cold day, safe and warm.

"He is a valuable slave and will serve us well in the coming winter. Now release your thighs lest i pry them open myself woman" You faltered for a moment, you tummy tightening.our pussy fluttered at the insinuation. Your eyes flicked to his large hands. God's yes. You wouldnt mind being handled by him, thats for sure. You shook your head ridding yourself of the momentary weakness and bared your teeth at him.

"Try it old man and youll be next!" No geralt was definitely not letting you enjoy his mouth for some time. A punishment youd not know he'd given you untill you had given in to him. Though if he had done his job right by that point youd rather ride his cock each night.

"I warned you woman" he shrugged before ducking down, bending over you scalding you with his hands as they descended on your bare legs. You yelped out loud and cursed him as he slotted a palm between your tights, the other hand encircled one ankle. And with a sharp shucking motion as if flicking out a damp towel the preist was free.

"Agh? Hey wait no! Let me go: get off im almost finished!" You screamed wriggling, kicking as the huge man held you up by your thigh and ankle. He laughed at your curses and vengeful cries. As you saw the deathly blue priest scrabble away from your reach gasping for air.

You squeaked as the amber eyed asshat swooped you upright, throwing you around like you were a tiny weightless child. And without any care to you or the onlookers you were pressed against his crotch tightly. Legs instinctively locking around his waist, and arching towards him afraid of falling back. He hummed and held you, supporting your entire weight with one hand under your bottom. You shuddered as the other still held your ankle behind him. The hot palm slowly rubbing across your leg in teasing feather light caresses.

"There now. Doesn't this feel much better?" He boasted, teasing you by arching his hips into yours lettig you feel his manhoods delight at havingmyour heat smothering him. Your face flamed as the others around you laughed at their jarls supposed victory. You werent having that.

"Id rather have my thighs wrapped around the preist if im honest" you sneered at him drawing even louder laughs from the crowd. You grinned as he frowned quickly, a wave of embarrassment rushing over him,he was unprepared for that.

"We'll see about that when you are astride me." He replied, archign up into your heat once more only thing time he made a show of rubbing you against him, grinding you over his bulge with the hand on your rump.

"Doubtfull" you stuttered trying to keep the pleasure from your voice as your body ignited in a blaze of wanton need. Your warmth clenching tightly urging you to wlecome this barbarian into your hidden depths and discover true rapture.

"Shall we put it to the test?" He tried again to subdue you in a battle of wills. But you were determined to be more then a sodden hole for these savages! Youll be a force to be reckoned with!

"Oh so not even you know the outcome of me atop of you? Not a promising start" you countered, your stubborn pride far to precious to forgo for a decent fuck.

"As good a start as you trying to murder a preist in the dirt with your thighs seconds of entering my village"

"Atleast mine was effective"he scoffed at you before capturing your neck firmly. Tucking his hand tightly below your jaw making you whine and melt against him. He smirked inching his face closer to yours slowly, seductively. Tilting your face up to his and brushed noses wih you as if you were intimate lovers.

"Not that effective. Afterall you didnt finish. But i assure you once your seated on me you will most definitely finish" his tease took a turn, making you flush brightly and gape at him. It wasnt his words that affected you, but the intensity. The way he held you so firmly, held your gaze with his own half lidded hungry eyes. And the way his cock throbbed against you, teasing you with sharp pulsing tremors that made your own needy center weep. You squirmed trying to dislodge his thick member that had crept between your parted legs. His own breeches were the only thing that seperated his need from your own quivering sex. You swallowed dryly trying to think of anything other then the strong male's club poised at your womanly seam, or the way you dampened his breeches with your deceptive arousal.

"I appear to have subdued you quickly enough with little more then words and collar. Do not look so vexed, it is a good thing to know when you are outmatched bu your betters; FUCK!" His victorious words were cut off with a pained yelp as you did the only thingmyou could to shut him up. Used your head. Litterally.

"Im sorry did the big bad barbarian, who clearly outmatches me not see that headbutt coming?" You teased ignoring the pain blossoming in your fore head after hittingnhim so hard with it. You smiled at the sight of blood pooling behind his now fattened lip. If you go down you'll go down swinging.

"I dont see how you didnt see it? I am six inches from your face;HMMFFT!?" Gerlat lunged forward with a growl pressing his lips against yours before sucking your bottom lip into his mouth. For a moment you lost yourself, closing your eyes and relaxing as the taste of honeyed mead met your tongue. You lapped at him in a iitten lick seeking more only to pull back yelping as his teeth locked onto your lip and he bit down. Hard.

"YOU FUCKING BIT ME!?" He smiled at you hungry licking his lip, drawjng the bead of red from it. Tasting you with a pleased growl. You could only stare at the erotic sight.

"Blood for blood woman. And now ours is mingled. We are bound by it." His words made you weak. You werent sure why, or what he meant exactly. But you were not something to be taken claimed and owned.

"Bound by blood? Are you fucking crazy?! You drew blood!" Your anger boiled in your bones as you began to understand he thought he had just earned himself a prize. Instead of denying you claims he grinned showing off red glazed teeth.

"I did, id not let a woman so Fiesty escape me, your fire will bode well for our sons" he preened, flaunting his new claim proudly. He couldnt care less if you disagreed. And oath in blood was unbreakable. And it had been you to initiate it,He had simply retunred inkind seali g the deal. He had won.

"Sons? Hell no! Put me down-unbind me! Now you fucking savage!!" Your aggravation ignited once more into a loud display of rage. You swore at him , squirming and lunging at him, yet did not bite in fear of binding yourself to him a second time in some odd barbaric custom!

"I will unbind you once yoou when you yeild to our bond and not a second before" he anounced casually

"Then i will die in these shackles!" You declared with a snarl.

"I very much doubt that. But fear not drakeling. I shall tend to your every need in your bound state. You will succumb the gods have foretold your submission" he promised both soothing and baiting you. He enhjoyed your rage, especially the way you squirmed in the throes of anger, rubbing and grinding across his fornt unintentionally milking his cock in his own clothes. All the while his teaseing had achived his desired effect he found himself granting you the title of a dragons young. Drakeling was fitting, small and mighty. Something that will grow into a powerful, fearsome beast, but for now was a mere sliver of its own greatness.

"Absolutly not! Put me down you asshole! UNBIND ME NOW!" his reply was a swift open palm to your backside, loud and booming making you rise and squeak as your ass burned.

"My my such a demanding thing you are~ so aggressive. Perhaps you need feeding? Tell me drakeling, should i see to your cold empty tummy? Would you like me to fill it for you?" He teased turnng towards the long house paying no mind to the way you yelled and kicked at him. He laughed and held you tighter. Deciding in that moment he really would keep you bound. Youd be fed by his hand alone, he wouuld tend to you, wash and dress you, cater to your every desire until, you bend to his will and sought him out for your own pleasure and comfort.

Thats not to say he wouldn't pleasure you in the mean time, he would. His nights would be spent worshipping your body, toying with you for hours on end untill you are a quivering woman panting in a puddle of your own makeing, though youd never finish, or have the honour of warming his cock. No, he would withold that final pleasure untill you were his mind body and soul. And he couldnt wait.

"Come let us feast!" He called out to his clan. The crowd cheered excitedly. The night would be one they would all remember. Even if it was just because of the blood bound saxon heathen putting on a show for all to see, their jarl was certainly in for a long courtship.

[maeofthenoldor]

Today is Merrywyn day, so you know what that means, a little treat for all those who celebrate. Happy Merrywyn day! Enjoy this graphic + Playlist I made for this International Holiday!! For Meriadoc, Master of Buckland and Eowyn, Sheildmaiden Of Rohan

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[crybvbyswar]

My toxic trait is thinking I’d win in a sword fight just because I’ve read and watched LOTR. And could definitely sense I’d be a sheildmaiden 🙃

[devil-in-the-details-ay]

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The Chaos is just starting...

“Lord Anthras, your new intern from Lucifer is here.” The demon got Astaroth’s attention immediately with that announcement.  He’d been waiting for days.  The last intern had an…unfortunate accident due to negligence on his part.  Now the replacement had finally arrived.

“Fine,” he waved his hand rather dismissively, “show him in.”  He continued reading over the schedules on his desk. “Her, sir.  It is a female this time.”  That got Astaroth’s attention more.  He actually looked up at the demon and cocked his head, brows drawing together and eyes narrowing.

“Excuse me?  HER?” Had Lucifer lost his head?  They did not employ females in his department of Hell.  What was he supposed to do with a woman?  Not that a woman COULDN’T do the job, they just DIDN’T.   For one thing, female demons were rarer, and accidents tended to happen in his department.  Another was that they tended not to like their coworkers, and he couldn’t really blame them.  There were times even he had to take out a demon or two for getting on his nerves.

“Yes, M’Lord.  Lord Lucifer said that she requested the assignment?” Now Astaroth’s eyes widened as he sat back in his large leather desk chair and was thoroughly perplexed.  Had Freya sent one of her sheildmaiden’s down to the netherworld again?

“Well…send her in, then!” He finally exclaimed and the demon all but ran out of his office.  This new intern would either be the pain in his ass, or…no, she would be a pain in his ass.

“Lord Anthras, my father sends his regards.  I will be your new apprentice.” Forget pain in his ass, she had just fucked up his whole world.  The Demon King himself had just sent his DAUGHTER to be Astaroth’s intern.  The Lord Of Death might have laughed, had Princess Yara not been standing before him.  He liked his head on his shoulders, and no doubt her father would take it as an insult if he found the situation hilarious.

“Princess Yara, your father did not advise you would be…” his mouth closed as he carefully considered which words should be next and how many of his demons would die due to their inability to not be total assholes while doing their job.  “Interested in our line of work.  I am surprised to learn of your requesting to be interning here.”  One arm rested on his desk, almost appearing relaxed, but he was anything but.

“It isn’t the first time that you’ve had one of my father’s children under your supervision, sir.”  The princess sat, crossing one of her long legs over the other.  Even in the jeans and sweater she was wearing, Astaroth was having a hard time not letting his eyes roam the body he knew to be beneath them, a very delectable one.  And who could blame him, he was a demon after all, he didn’t have to be pure.

“True, but after your last two brothers had, such unfortunate problems,” nice way of saying they got themselves killed, well eaten really, “I didn’t figure any of you, or your father, would want to chance things again.” His brows rose as his head inclined towards her. 

“I am not my brothers, Lord Anthras.” Yara smirked, her foot tapping in the air.  “AND, in case the correspondence has not yet reached you, sir, you are to be my direct supervisor.  I am to learn from you, and you alone.”  She saw him swallow and she reveled in it.  The demon with the midnight black hair, eyes that almost matched, and complexion that always looked like he was fresh off of a human vacation, just absolutely paled across the desk from her.  Even his eyes lightened to a light whiskey amber.  Oh, this would be fun.

“I’m sorry, you are to what?” By all the gods in the heavens, had Lucifer truly let his mind roam free from his skull?  No, surely not! “I am sorry, princess, but I do not take personal interns.” He shook his head with a quite serious look on his face, the color finally returning as he regained his composure.

A small squeak was heard as a dragon, no larger than an Earthly canary flew into the room and dropped a scroll tied in brilliant purple ribbon on his desk, then exited as quickly. “Oh, but I do believe you do, M’Lord.” A cheshire cat grin spread across what most would have described as an angelic face, but after all demons once had been angels, so it was rather accurate.  

His jaw grinding, Astaroth untied the ribbon, broke the wax seal, and opened the scroll.  It was all he could do not to set the whole room on fire reading it.  Breathing through his nose, heavily, to attempt to keep his composure as the Princess Royal of Hell sat before him, he pinned her with a stare that made his men wither, but only seemed to amuse her more.  Just fucking lovely! “So, it does seem.” Was his only reply.  Now the Lord of Death had to keep from killing the one being under his purview he was forbidden from, or face her father.  Was there an angel that owed him a favor?

[kindafondawanda]

Sheildmaiden

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[berloga-workshop]

Drakkar bracelet ★Material: High Quality Solid 960 Sterling Silver★

Weight of silver approx. 38 grams (1,34 oz) Buckle size: 35 x 20 mm (1,37 x 0,78 inches)

A stunning piece that pays homage to the seafaring culture of the Vikings and the rich history encapsulated by the Oseberg ship. This bracelet is a true embodiment of Norse heritage and craftsmanship.    Crafted from durable and resilient paracord, the Longship Viking Bracelet features a sterling silver buckle that takes center stage. This meticulously designed buckle proudly showcases the iconic Oseberg ship, one of the most well-preserved Viking ships ever discovered. Found in a large burial mound at the Oseberg farm near Tønsberg in Norway, this ship is a testament to the exceptional craftsmanship and maritime prowess of the Viking Era. Today, it is displayed at the Viking Ship Museum at Bygdøy, Oslo, Norway.    The Oseberg burial mound, where the ship and its contents were found, contained numerous grave goods and the remains of two female individuals. The ship's burial is dated to 834 AD, although parts of the ship are believed to be even older, with an approximate age of around 800 AD. The excavation of the Oseberg ship was carried out by Norwegian archaeologist Haakon Shetelig and Swedish archaeologist Gabriel Gustafson in 1904-1905.    This Longship Viking Bracelet is more than just a piece of jewelry; it's a tribute to the seafaring and exploratory spirit of the Vikings. It's a way to connect with their enduring legacy and immerse yourself in their history. Whether you're a history enthusiast, a follower of Norse culture, or simply someone who appreciates finely crafted accessories, this bracelet holds profound meaning as a unique addition to your personal collection.    Wearing the Longship Viking Bracelet allows you to carry a piece of Viking history with you, wherever you go. Let it serve as a constant reminder of the bravery and adventures of ancient Norse warriors, and wear it with pride as a symbol of your connection to their enduring heritage.

[cyborgzloth]

Here are some minis I just primed up. 6 ratling crossbowmen, 12 ratling swordsmen, 4 ratling specialists/leaders. A cyclop sheildmaiden. 3 heros and one Rasputin from hellboy. Hew, that's alot of minis.

[secondary-log-22]

Tabby-sheildmaiden is a vicious antisemite. Block and report

[spinmeround]

Sheildmaiden Source: astridfreyjadottir