A SON OF EIRIK   Artyom and the Norlandic-Veletzian warband in battle, 138 S.A.       Artyom had been awoken from his nap by the call.   “Rally at the gates! We’re meeting with the Veletzians.”   Artyom stumbled out of his room in the Eiriksson Clan Hall after donning his Armor that belonged to his Great-Grandfather King Ragnvald and a trusty Spear. He wasn’t sure if there would be combat, but he figured he ought to be prepared. He silently