[Rollo]

As the Vikings storm the hill in drunken rage and pillage the old Graceland Palace, no brick is left on top the other.
King Rollo arrives with his personal guard of four Valkyrjars in Mark3 'Copacabana' Body Armor and slaps his forehead: "Just splendid, folks... Can anyone tell me where we are gonna crash tonite?"
The Vikings look around sheepishly and some start whisteling.
"Oh well, might as well use our remaining supplies and party all night."
Transports pull in and begin to unload countless kegs of beer, mead, and other kinds of intoxicants from all over the known universe. The crowd begins to cheer. Animals are skewered up and are roasted over the fires of the old palace.
"A speech, a speech..!", the crowd demands.

King Rollo rolls his eyes, as he is not a man of many words, and swears under his breath "okay, okay, might as well".
He steps upon a shield and is lifted high above the crowd:
"Ahem... I never doubted we would be here. And noone deserves this more than me!"
The crowd cheers again and it is a moving sight as some old Vikings wipe some tears from their eyes: "Oh my. Our King is so humble..."

King Rollo steps down from the shield and gives out orders. Let's not forget our worthy adversaries along the hill. They must be thirsty too. A group of Vikings begins to send kegs of beer rolling down the sides of the hill, which pick up terrifying speed after a short while: "Heads up, down there!"

The newly crowned king wakes up the next day with a splitting headache wearing only his crown and a t-shirt which reads: "I stormed the Graceland Palace and all I got was a peanut butter and banana sandwich."

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Thank you all for your congrats,
Rollo