Norsemen`s quest
Olof brandished his axe tight on his hand while stroking his ash-blonde
beard with the other. A round wooden shield bearing the runic emblem of his
clan was still strapped to his back. His chainmail clinked quietly as the
breezing wind of the mountains made him shiver for a moment. Olof wished the
wind would be the only thing that made him shiver. He had been sent here,
mountains of Jotunheim, to chase a band of trolls who had marauded and looted
the ranges of his village. Olof pondered what life would be if there were no
such menaces like trolls, pixies and waterfolk. Probably utterly dull as he
came to conclusion.
“Troll hides are thick and hard to penetrate with blades.” Olof turned
to the man who said that. Snorri Ormsson had walked beside Olof and currently
leaned to his staff, a sturdy oaken shaft with magical trinkets and a stag
skull bound on it`s top. Snorri was a grim, elderly man with a long, grey beard
and hunched posture, as he bore a cargo of six decades on his shoulders. He was
the spellsinger of Olof´s tribe, a highly respected master of runic lore.
“Luckily we have you and your powerful spells to charr those stone-skinned
fiends”, Olof responded with a dry laughter.
“Look Snorri, trolls!” Norsemen had finally reached the trolls who they
saw advancing slowly about two hundred paces away in a valley below. There were
four trolls, all of them armed. Olof`s hunting band had twenty-five Norse
rangers including Snorri, who wondered, if it was enough. As they watched, one
of the trolls picked up a boulder. “We have been seen!”, yelled one of the
rangers. Troll lobbed the boulder sized of a human head towards the men like it
would not have weighed nothing. Rock caught Snorri`s chest making sound like
breaking rotten twigs. “Are you all right Snorri?” “Ach, what doesn´t kill you...” He paused for
a moment and coughed, spilling small droplets of blood on the snow. “...Hurts
like hell. Now charge them while they are still dazzled of being followed.” He
closed his eyes and started to chant a prayer-spell to Odin, making the
stag-skull`s eyes flicker with green witchlight and then sent a thunderbolt
flying.
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