Assassin's Creed Valhalla (Fan Fiction) – The Order Beneath the Crown
Last time, about two months ago, I wrote about Stellar Blade, a game that I thoroughly enjoyed, hence the “stellar” review. I was as aware as many of you because of the summer holiday, but I thought of something new during this time, and now is the moment to put it into practice: fan fiction. So read it or not, this post is not a review of Assassin's Creed Valhalla. I would appreciate a comment if you read it, though.
The Order of the Ancients in England: A Silent Coup
The Order has spread like ivy across the Anglo-Saxon landscape—not through swords, but through suggestion. In Lunden, we observed The Vice, a high-ranking zealot cloaked as a devout clergyman.
They operate vertically: bishops, reeves, jarls, and ealdormen—all targets or pawns. Each puppet sways a different province. Kent’s instability and Mercia’s succession crisis were not chance, but calculation. In Assassin's Creed Valhalla, their reach folds into both Saxon and Viking courts. One such power broker—The Arrow in Oxenefordscire—used the chaos of raids to maneuver assassins, cloaking murder under warfare.
Even King Aelfred, though distant in gaze, seems not unaware. We suspect that his codex-driven reforms and secret networks mirror Order methodologies too closely to ignore.
Conclusion: England is not being conquered—it is being conditioned.
Viking Invasions: Chaos as a Catalyst
Eivor’s arrival with the Raven Clan accelerated territorial collapse. Viking raids—though crude in execution—created vacuums of governance. The Order thrives in absence. Every burned monastery, every displaced reeve, every shattered town hall becomes a stage for Order ascent. They do not resist the Norse; they adapt around them.
The Reaver, an Order target in East Anglia, masqueraded as a jarl sympathetic to Danelaw. But beneath, he operated slave networks and controlled artifact trafficking—his “alliance” with Eivor was a gambit to preserve status while the Anglo-Saxon walls crumbled.
Ironically, the Hidden Ones did not anticipate how Viking volatility would become a tool for disorder. The Raven Clan’s unpredictability makes infiltration difficult but exposes rot we could not reach before.
The Order calls this moment “The Second Sundering” in stolen correspondence.
Eivor Varinsdottir: A Rogue Sympathizer
Eivor is no Hidden One. She lacks initiation, lacks training in the tenets, lacks commitment to stealth. She often approaches conflict with calculated aggression and distrusts ideological quietude. But she listens. She adapts. And crucially, she protects freedom—even when inconvenient.
Her alliance building in Lincolnscire, for instance, was a tightrope walk. Two competing ealdormen candidates sought control. Eivor investigated both. Upon uncovering The Oil—an Order member masquerading as a sympathetic leader—she refused compromise. Though a political truce might have benefitted her clan, she chose to assassinate the threat. No creed compelled her—only conscience.
In Wincestre, she uncovered three Order figures in one region. Her methods were direct: deduction through letters, coded patterns, and investigation. Though it was not sanctioned, her kills adhered to principle.
She may act impulsively, and has killed targets outside our vetting.
He teaches her tenets. She wields the hidden blade—not gracefully, but purposefully.
We do not claim her. But we cannot ignore her.
Operational Challenges: Surveillance in a Fractured Realm
England is not Rome. Infrastructure is tribal, communication splintered, and authority contested. Each shire is its own sovereign puzzle. We have no Citadel. Our bureaus—small and secret—remain vulnerable.
In Lunden, our contact was discovered. He was not tortured—he was converted. The Order does not interrogate; it persuades. His mind was repurposed long before we reclaimed his body. Burn the archive. Begin again.
Our messages are carried through raven-feeders, carved into whale bone, buried near cairns, passed as riddles to poets. This delays strategic response. Even friendly leaders—like Thegns in Snotinghamscire—are suspicious of outsiders, despite our shared goals.
Worse yet, the Order's zealots roam freely. We lost two operatives near Eurvicscire when intercepted crossing Hadrian’s Wall. Their corpses were nailed with Order insignia—message sent.
We operate in perpetual dusk. But knowledge remains our light.
Final Assessment: Creed under Crisis
The balance of power sways. The Creed remains unspoken in public, misunderstood in whispers. We deal in unseen liberation. They thrive in the present chaos. We struggle to reestablish presence.
Eivor is our aberration. She is a blade wielded by no hand, but points in our direction more often than away.
Recommendations:
Continue observation. Do not recruit. Let her walk her own arc. Watch it bend.
Disrupt Order reinforcements using Viking raids as smoke.
Buy cheap PS4 games like Assassin's Creed Valhalla or jump into the new AC adventure like Assassin's Creed Shadows (much different).
Rebuild bureaus under cover of trade routes. Poets, healers, and navigators are most stable anchors.
Let the raven fly. Let the memory echo. Let the Creed endure—silent, sharp, and waiting.
Report ends
Transmission scheduled for next lunar cycle unless intercepted
Location shift imminent—moving toward Wessex
🜏 Hidden One operative Ulwin
Shadow of the flame. Keeper of whispers.
