Jormander the Giant Serpent
Gudbjorg has fallen

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. 

Of Death and Hill Giants
Endre has fallen

Soon our party finds itself facing the threat of yet another pack of Fenrir in pursuit. The party, as stealthily as they could, hid behind a group of rocks and nearby trees. The Fenrir are savage hunters and within a short time had the party surrounded.  

Suddenly, a Fenrir drops down off of a boulder near Fraja and she backs up. Gudbjorg and Endre loose arrows at two different Fenrir.  

Then as fast as the battle started a crash of a tree pulverizes three of the Fenrir. A GIANT! A giant wielding a tree trunk that is. 

The other three Fenrir lunge at the giant. The party seeing this as an opportune time to flee the scene make haste and dart deeper into the forest. 

In no time they hear the cracking of trees behind them and turn to see the hill giant gaining on them. The party begin to hurl arrows and crossbow bolts at the enormous creature. The party threads itself through the trees and boulders scattered before them on their path. More arrows and crossbow bolts fly. A final arrow hits the giant in the head and it crashes to its death.

The party finally slow their pace, hunching over they catch their breath. 

The party digs into their packs and feast on a little food. They gather their belongings. Not speaking much, but knowing that they are better off together, they soldier on in an attempt to find shelter, a village, or some other form of sanctuary. 

After walking for a time Endre & Gudbjorg spot a strange site in what looks like a clearing. Large vines or the like swaying in the slight breeze some 100 yards away. 

The party decides to get a little closer to investigate. As they approach they see a large monolith in the center of a clearing surrounded by trees that outstretch over head. Nine people tied by their feet are hanging upside down naked with their intestines hanging out from a gash in their bellies. Eight females and one male. They each hang 12 feet off the ground encircling the stone monolith in the center. Freja noticed by their coal smudgings that they were witches, Völva.

The party is overly cautious as they do not know what all this might mean. Endre's curiosity gets the better of him and he lunges into the area noticing a warmth coming from the monolith in the center. Soon the rest of the party follows. 

As the party investigates they notice a medallion on the ground. Freja realizes from her studies of religion that it is the medallion of Ubris followers of "The Loyal Fury". 

The sun soon quickens to its slumber and in no time the party is left in the dark and cannot see.

The party had a tough time lighting their torches but was finally able to get one lit. Travelling to a clearing nearby the party sets up a make shift camp and Endre is elected to take first watch. 

During the night an arctic chill along with snowfall descended upon the area. Freja and Gudbjorg kept warm with their many pelts. However, Endre did not fare so well and before morning he had expired. It could have been due to the elements, a secret ailment, or perhaps a curse from the circle of dead witches. Nonetheless, the fighter had been taken by the gods. 

When Gudbjorg and Freja awoke they were shocked to find their battle friend dead in the snow with ice blue lips. 

Both Freja and Gudbjorg desperatly tried to revive their friend but to no avail. 

Off in the distance a lone hermit, a vagabond, was walking in the clearing and Freja and Gudbjorg waved the person down. Seeing their distress the person made its way over. He approached inquiring as to what the matter was. After explaining what happened to their friend the man said he could try to resurrect their friend. However, the cost would be that their friend would have to serve his god. They agreed.

The man gave a blessing over Endre and while he was doing so the two noticed that the man was wearing a medallion of Ubris. They winced. 

The man arose and started to walk away. Endre started to revive but only for a moment and then slipped back into the shadow realms. 

Gudbjorg and Freja decided to give the witches and Endre a proper sending. 

While gathering the bodies a foreigner approached the two speaking in only gestures. Within a little time it was determined that he was looking for followers of Ubris. As they had ravaged his village and he knew they were amassing in this area. Knowing that having friends is better than traveling alone he decided to stay and help the two. 

Gudbjorg took up her bow and shot down the 9 witches with 7 arrows. They gathered up the bodies along with Endre and burned them. The black smoke rose into the sky.

As Gudbjorg and Freja were showing their respect Gudbjorg looked up to see not one but three Hill giants running down the mountain side and running toward them. 

Freja readied a spell and Gudbjorg nocked an arrow. 

One of the giants was making headway and was quite a bit farther in front of the other two and was gaining on the party. Arrows were loosed and magic was cast and the group ran as fast as they could to get away from this lethal threat. 

The party traveled for what seemed like hours finally reaching the end of the forest. Within their view they see a small village near the edge and approach with caution. Children play near the edge of the quite village. 

As they approach the village a man approaches and signals to them. The man asks where the outsiders are from. The party explains that they had come from the battle at Corpsewood against the Fenrir and are in need of shelter, especially since they just fled from three Hill Giants.

He introduces himself as Hrothgar and welcomes them to the village of Haakon's Forge. The party are welcomed into their Meadhall and stay for 10 days, resting and healing and refocusing.

Attack of the Warglords (Fenrir)

A cold battlefield lay before a newly assembled battalion. 

The Fenrir, a race of humanoid wolves with white fur, stand opposing the small human army assembled at Corpsewood. 

Freja, a young Völva (witch) leads a group of archers and awaits the orders of the Jarl of Corpsewood. 

The minutes seem like hours and the Jarl commands the infantry to move forward. Awaiting his signal they move forward and begin to attack the Fenrir. The battle ensues as the battalion of archers commanded by Freja awaits their orders.

Soon the Jarl motions for the archers to ready their bows. The human army is failing and the Jarl orders the archers to loose their arrows. Freja gives the command and the archers loose their arrows, some striking their targets others landing in the damp earth. 

After a few volleys the Freja's battalion sees that they are about to be flanked by a large band of Fenrir. Freja moves her battalion into position and she gives the instruction for them to fire at will. 

Gudbjorg and Endre find their targets often falling many of the wolven beasts. Before long they find themselves being victorious. However, looking to the battle at large Freja sees that the battle is quickly coming to a head as many of the farmer warriors are being slaughtered and eaten by the Fenrir. 

Before long Freja's battalion is overwhelmed by the shear numbers and most are killed and begin to flee for their lives. Freja and two archers Gudbjorg and Endre retreat with her into the forest. 

It didn't take long and the three notice a group of 6 Fenrir perusing them. 

Gudbjorg turns and while running takes one of the Fenrir down with an arrow and continutes running. 

Endre does the same falling a Fenrir on the run. 

The three make haste and finally loose the persuing Fenrir and find themselves lost deep in a dark forest. 


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