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Einherjar 906
Tetsue
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Konan375Kolskegg ran forward when out of the corner of his eye he saw movement. Always a cautious man, he slowed his pace. His voice lowering slightly he instinctively touched the black pouch hanging from his belt. Walking with slow, deliberate steps, he uttered a prayer to the gods.
"Great Aesir, Mighty Vanir,
Gods of eternal power,
Fulfill my greatest needs, O glorious ones.
Teach me the magic I need.
Give me a glimpse of your deep wisdom.
Mighty Aesir, the immortals of Asgard.
Ancient Vanir, protectors of Yggdrasil
You who are the shape shifters, the slayers, the independent ones.
Give me the strength in magic I need."
As he finished a surge of light surrounded him, radiating away in a burst and filling him with a warmth. A grin broke his face as he eyed the ruins, “Well, One-eye, I see you have something afoot. What could it be? Jotans? Have you sent Loki to test me? Perhaps the Dökkálfar or Ljósálfar? Truly, Gray Wanderer, I shall meet thy challenge eagerly.”
Stopping 30 yards from the ruins of the castle, Kolskegg loosened his sword and hefted his shield around so that it covered nearly his frame save for his legs and head. Eyes scanning the ruins he watched for movement. There! In the shadows of the ruined walls he thought he saw something.
“You, Odin’s challenge. Hear me! I am Kolskegg, son of Hrolleif, grandson of the mighty Skallagrim of whom many are the songs and stories! I have come from the fight where I alone slew five, furious in the fell play of wound wands! From Skaggerak to Skye my sword is known, and in Skane and among the Skrit-Finns they sing dirge-songs where I've slain their sons! Greater deeds than these shall I gain, garnering fame like grains of gold! In this test shall my wound-wand strike hard against the steel of byrnies, so all hear them sing their sad, dire song if the fell creature set by Odin is to be my challenge come forth, I await thee!"
With that Kolskegg set his feet apart, weight balanced on the balls of his feet as he eyed the ruins. His hand hovered near the now open-mouthed bag, ready to grasp the first runes his fingers touched.
"Great Aesir, Mighty Vanir,
Gods of eternal power,
Fulfill my greatest needs, O glorious ones.
Teach me the magic I need.
Give me a glimpse of your deep wisdom.
Mighty Aesir, the immortals of Asgard.
Ancient Vanir, protectors of Yggdrasil
You who are the shape shifters, the slayers, the independent ones.
Give me the strength in magic I need."
As he finished a surge of light surrounded him, radiating away in a burst and filling him with a warmth. A grin broke his face as he eyed the ruins, “Well, One-eye, I see you have something afoot. What could it be? Jotans? Have you sent Loki to test me? Perhaps the Dökkálfar or Ljósálfar? Truly, Gray Wanderer, I shall meet thy challenge eagerly.”
Stopping 30 yards from the ruins of the castle, Kolskegg loosened his sword and hefted his shield around so that it covered nearly his frame save for his legs and head. Eyes scanning the ruins he watched for movement. There! In the shadows of the ruined walls he thought he saw something.
“You, Odin’s challenge. Hear me! I am Kolskegg, son of Hrolleif, grandson of the mighty Skallagrim of whom many are the songs and stories! I have come from the fight where I alone slew five, furious in the fell play of wound wands! From Skaggerak to Skye my sword is known, and in Skane and among the Skrit-Finns they sing dirge-songs where I've slain their sons! Greater deeds than these shall I gain, garnering fame like grains of gold! In this test shall my wound-wand strike hard against the steel of byrnies, so all hear them sing their sad, dire song if the fell creature set by Odin is to be my challenge come forth, I await thee!"
With that Kolskegg set his feet apart, weight balanced on the balls of his feet as he eyed the ruins. His hand hovered near the now open-mouthed bag, ready to grasp the first runes his fingers touched.