A meager feast is underway at the mead hall at Haakon's forge. Freja, Gudbjorg and their new companion Jhun sit and mingle.
A lone stranger opens the double doors of the great hall and a hush comes over the crowd assembled. He is tall standing 6'4" and many suspect he is Trollkin or Trollborn, however, he is fair and does not have an ill look. The shadowy figure walks into the hall and people continue to wonder who this stranger is. Hrothgar approaches the stranger welcoming in the traveler and offers him mead and ale and what meat they have. He accepts.
The feast continues and soon the sound of a lone drum can be heard from an area in the mead hall. Freja, never denying the chance to dance, uses the rhythm of this foreign sounding beat and dances seductively. The energy builds and changes in the hall as the sound of the drum begins to carry its listeners into a trance-like state. The stranger from the east pounds upon his drum with an expertise that he is even surprised by, though he doesn't let on. Freja likewise grabs the gaze of many as she dances as if she her self was the goddess of her namesake.
Suddenly the stranger from the east and Freja enter into a vision, unbeknownst to the observers in the hall, and are lifted up above the structure in an out of body experience. In their vision quest Freja sees trees in the distance falling to the ground as if a great menace approaches. However, the stranger does not take heed of this sight and is whisked away by the pulsing of his drum.
The stranger and Freja come back to their bodies opening their eyes. The stranger is calm and at peace. Freja, however, has a concerned look upon her face.
The traveler from the north having caught the gaze of Freja licks his lips and approaches her. Freja looking a bit frantic and alert walks hastily up to Hrothgar speaking of her vision and alerts him to a possible threat that she is sure of. The others in the party overhear this as well as the Traveler from the North.
Hastily Freja addresses the hall saying an impending enemy or possible enemies are approaching the village and everyone that is able must take up arms. Many reluctantly brandish spears and axes standing to attention and they all begin to file outside.
Outside a fog had rolled in and began to descend upon the village. Gudbjorg climbed up onto a roof to get a better view of the area, trying to spot the possible threat. The stranger from the north headed to the Western outskirts of town to investigate. Freja was also looking with anticipation for the impending threat. Jhun walked out into the open area just outside the village but before the edge of the forest.
The fog descended.
Everyone's vision was obscured by the thick fog and Hrothgar instructed the farmers and families to go back to their homes and lock the doors.
Freja had her Raven fly off into the forest to look for the possible threat. In no time, Freja could not communicate with her beloved bird.
After a short while the bird came crashing down in front of her, bloodied and missing a wing. Freja, in understandable panic, retreated back into the mead hall with her Familiar.
Jhun being exposed was listening intently to his surroundings. SNAP! A bite from nowhere reached out to claim the Easterner. Gudbjorg dropped down from his rooftop and inched his way toward where Jhun was. Not seeing anything the stranger from the North also made headway over to where Jhun was at.
Another strike and another and before long Jhun and Gudbjorg was in a blind battle. Blades slashed across white scaly skin and in an instant Gudbjorg was swallowed whole by the snake like beast. Jhun continuted to attack the beast as the Stranger from the North enganged. In another fell swoop Jhun was swallowed by the beast. The Northerner slashed and fought.
In the mead hall a lone old woman sat in the corner and observed a frantic Freja stumble in though the doors and lay her injured bird on the nearest table. Freja doing what she could was approached by the old woman and he offered to help, mending the area where the majestic wing had once been and reviving the bird's spirit with a magic of her own.
The old woman looked with intent at Freja, "do you want your powers back?" She exclaimed. "Yes" Freja answered with a tear in her eye. The old woman took out a knife and asked Freja to lay down on the ground. She opened her shirt and began to carve the sigil of Wotan on her chest very slowly and agonisingly.
Gudbjorg pushed up on the feet of Jhun to try to dislodge him as the Northman slashed and attmepted to best the beast. Pushing as hard as she could Gudbjorg dislodged Jhun from the throat of the giant serpent and ended up on the mouth of the beast, he tried to reach for Gudbjorg but and lifted her up into the mouth Jhun then crushed the beast by striking it through the head, killing it…….and as the beast fell to the ground the two came tumbling out.
The beast was slain.
The old woman finished carving into Freja's chest and it crackled and had a slight glow to it that faded. The old woman smiled and then stepped back observed her handy work. "Use your powers as you wish" she said with a grimace. In an instant she was whisked away in smoke and violet colored embers that arose to the ceiling.
The party took some of the meat from the giant white serpent and used it to feast upon in the hall. many assembled once again praising the heroes for saving them and their village. Hrothgar was very grateful praising the heroes for taking down what he thought was the legendary serpent Jormander.
The merriment was well under way once again.
Without warning the doors to the mead hall swung open violently revealing shadowy figures standing at the door nude with bloodied weapons….Berserkers!
A hush and then excitement blanketed the crowd as people approached the Berserkers with animal skins to cover their nakedness. They were treated with the utmost respect and provided with meat and drink and places to sit as they told of their exploits of tracking down and killing the Fenrir that had won the battle at Corpsewood.
The night wound down and most slept in the mead hall.
In the morning the party arose and made plans to leave the village of Haakon's Forge. They ate and said their goodbyes. Jhun, Freja, Gudbjorg and their new traveling companion from the North set off into the wilderness.
After many hours and a few short rests the party saw a familiar sight. That of a lone standing stone with the bodies of witches hung around it. Though this time they saw the followers of Ubris finishing the hanging of the unfortunate souls.
The party quickly went into stealth mode trying to gain the upper hand on the Knights of Ubris. They inched their way closer. Gudbjorg nocked an arrow found her target and fired!
The arrow missed its intended target. The gods are not in our favor she thought.
Freja loosed a spell, witch bolt, and as it sailed through the air a cloud surrounded it like a force field striking true.
The party fought against the Followers of Ubris trading blows back and forth for a short time.
Soon Jhun had fallen along with the Northman unconcious and in the snow. Next Gudbjorg took many blows and had fallen as well.
Freja seeing the huge opposition and her certain death readied another spell and prepared to join her companions in death.
Suddenly the roar of the Berserkers came echoing through the forest and as soon as they had appeared their foes were bested.
Freja restored Jhun and the Northman back to health but Gudbjorg had walked through the tunnel of death.
The party and the Berserkers cut down the witches hanging and burned their bodies along with Gudbjorg.