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| Arngierr Hergiersson | May 1 2009, 02:00 PM Post #31 |
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Arngierr sat quickly, eagerly awaiting the breakfast. Though it was akward to see a genuine show of emotion from a Grey Spear woman, Arngierr knew that she was fond of Finnur. Arngierr remained silent as the mother and son shared their moment. Letting his mind wander, Arngierr began to think on the battle he had with Finnur the day before. He knew that the way he handled things angered the Shaman. The apprentice had done things in reverse. Rather than learn to control his own power within, he had somehow drawn the power of nature into himself. Hoskuld warned him of the danger of this. He had said 'You are a cup, and a small cup at that. If you draw the power of nature into yourself, you will overflow with it. There will be a mess to clean up...I only hope that you are alive to clean it.' Arngierr let these words echo around in his head as he thought about their meaning. He could feel the cookfire. He could feel the warth against his face...against his body. He could feel the warmth enter into his body. For a brief moment, Arngierr and the fire were one. A whisper of a voice rung through Arngierr's mind "To consume. The wood, let us eat the wood. Let us burn the flesh. Let us drive back the wetness. Let us drive back the cold. Let us burn it." Arngierr was suddenly locked in another battle within his mind. This time was different. There was another presence within him, struggling to take control of his body. While Finnur talked with his mother, Arngierr stepped into a battlefield in which he had no weapons. He struggled against a primal energy. It was not a demon, or a ghost, it was the essence of the flame that sought control. Arngierr fought as best as he could. He tried to control the cold within him to drive out the flame, but he could not focus. He needed cold...real cold to drive back the fire that was trying to consume his soul. "Open...the...door" Arngierr managed to speak those words; though with the battle raging in his mind, he was not sure if he had said them loud enough for anyone to hear. He gathered all of his strength. "Open the door!" He shouted loud enough that he heard his own voice reverberate through the longhouse. He tried to stand, but was rooted in his seat. |
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| Finnur Jökulsson | May 2 2009, 12:47 AM Post #32 |
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Finnur's mother stopped talking in the middle of her sentence and looked to Arngierr. "Did he say something?" Finnur had not heard anything, but certainly the apprentice looked pale. Sweat was beading on his forehead and his arms were shaking. "OPEN THE DOOR!" Arngierr shouted in a panic. Finnur ran to the door and threw it wide open. A bitter chill entered the longhouse and with it came fear. Finnur trusted Arngierr to be a strong leader on this journey, but the man seemed to be struggling with some inner torment. It would make a difficult journey impossible if Arngierr lost control of his senses. Finnur's mother was knelling next to the apprentice and had the back of her hand against his head. "Its a fever. This man can not make the journey," she said this in her most commanding tone. "Mother, he must make it, you know this. Help me get him outside." Mother and son lifted Arngierr from the bench and supported him as the three walked out the door. Some of the villagers gave strange looks, but they received no attention from Finnur or his mother. Arngierr's eyes were unfocused, or at least, not focused on anything in this world. |
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| Arngierr Hergiersson | May 4 2009, 12:58 PM Post #33 |
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Arngierr felt himself being lifted from his chair. Somewhere far off he could hear the voices of Finnur and his mother speaking. Like a distant vision the apprentice could see the door open. He felt the rush of cold air. The fire within him continued to wrestle for control. "Burn them. Burn those that touch you. Burn the building to the ground. Let us touch the wood with our flame. Let us bring the heat into everything." Arngierr opened himself up for the briefest of moments. He reached out, drawing in the cold of the northern plains. He drew in the essence of the cold. He could not focus well enough to know if he was adding more fuel to the fire. He did not know if he could control the two elements at once. He had to do something, for he was loosing the battle with the flame. "Mine is the hand of death. We shall freeze the waters. The plants will wither and die under our embrace. Let us throw back the fires. Let us make them hide behind their walls. Let us be in endless cold." The voice within him was as cold as the snow. Arngierr felt himself being used as a weapon between the two forces of nature. For good or ill, this battle had begun, and the apprentice shaman would fight it tooth and nail. Somehow there had to be a way to control these ancient powers. I will not bend my knee to you. "I am Arngierr, son of Hergierr. I am a Grey Spear! Like the hammer of my father at the forge, I will shape you as I wish. This is my body, and you will not rule over me." Arngierr felt his will strengthen. He could feel his body, though faintly. He became aware that Finnur and his mother were still gripping his arms. More and more of his strength of will returned to him. "Step back Finnur son of Jökul! Both of you step back!" His voice was confident and sure. |
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| Finnur Jökulsson | May 6 2009, 02:06 PM Post #34 |
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Finnur stepped back, not certain what was about to happen. His mother looked something between worried and cross. "What is the matter with him?" Finnur took a moment to consider this. He watched Arngierr standing there, now calm, sucking in deep breaths. His body was in a defensive stance. Every warrior had this stance bored into their brain. It became second nature. The apprentice was facing an unseen opponent, and from the looks of it he had won, for now. "He will be alright? We must be going mother. Thank you for breakfast. I will say goodbye before we leave." "You better. Take care of Arngierr. No doubt we'll need his strength in the years to come." This sounded as though she had insight into some future event. Finnur was familiar with her speaking this way, but it still made him a little uneasy. Finnur slapped Arngierr on the shoulder. "Let's go." He walked off towards the war chief's longhouse, not looking back to see if Arngierr followed. When he arrived at war chief Einar's home, it was Runólfur he found sitting on a log by the entrance, sharpening an axe blade. |
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| Arngierr Hergiersson | May 6 2009, 11:38 PM Post #35 |
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He struggled a bit more against the two entities. Reaching deep within, Arngierr pushed the cold from his body. Creating a wall of pure will around the flame, the apprentice shaman was able to silence the flames in his body. He listened intently for the voice of the elements, but heard none. Arngierr felt more powerful than he had at any other time in his life. He also felt, for the first time since childhood, a bit of fear. He was not afraid of the power of the flame, rather what would happen to him if Hoskuld were to discover what he had done. The Shaman would not be pleased. Finnur slapped him on the shoulder, and began to walk away. Arngierr watched for a brief moment -looking intently to see if the warrior had noticed. He looked back to see Finnur's mother go back into her longhouse. Finnur had not seen. His mother had not seen. The apprentice shaman looked around at the other clan members walking about -they had not seen. The apprentice held his hands up slightly, gazing at them with a sly smile on his face. Without smoke...without pain...without injury...Arngierr's hands were on fire. The flame danced between his fingers; caressing his hands with a red-orange glow. He held on to the flame for the briefest of moments. He could feel the raw power of nature flowing through his veins. Though he wanted to hang onto the power for as long as possible, the apprentice knew he could not risk being seen. He quickly cast aside the elemental fire, and followed Finnur. As he left he could hear Finnur's mother lamenting that her cook fire had gone out. As he moved briskly to catch up with Finnur, Arngierr longed for the elemental power even more. He had seen what he could do with the flame. For some reason, the flame seemed easier for the apprentice shaman to handle than the cold was. Not wishing to draw any more attention to the budding powers within him, Arngierr decided to leave the elements alone for now. As he arrived at Einar's home, Arngierr stood slightly behind Finnur. This was not a common place for the apprentice to be. Einar was war chief -war was Finnur's strength. Arngierr met Runólfur's stare with a simple nod of his head. |
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| Finnur Jökulsson | May 14 2009, 12:39 AM Post #36 |
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Runólfur studied Arngierr for a long, silent moment. Finnur could not guess what knowledge he was gleaning. Eventually, the old warrior nodded as though in approval, "So it's to Ice Waters for the two of you. I remember making that journey. Your master Hoskuld lead. He's a good man, listen well to him." The door to the long house opened and war chief Einar looked out. To Arngierr he said, "My apologies son of Hergierr, I must speak with Finnur alone." Finnur entered and Einar shut the door behind him. "Sit," he commanded, pointing at a cushion. Finnur sat. The war chief poured two cups of water and handed one to the dreng. He settled down slowly onto a cushion opposite of Finnur. Long years of battle and training drengs has taken its toll, but Einar made no complaint. "You leave in the morning. Are you prepared?" Finnur knew this to be a test, "I am not. Provisions are being collected by the other men. I was going to check on that when we are done here. Hergierr gave me a sword of great quality. I thank you for that. However, a sword will do me no good without armor to protect me if I am forced into a battle." War chief Einar considered his answer and seemed to accept it, "The provisions I can not help you with. That is part of your task. However, I agree that any warrior would be a fool to enter combat without armor." He pointed to a chest in the corner of the room, "In there you will find the armor I wore for many years. It is leather. The lighter weight will be a boon on this difficult trek." Finnur rose and walked to the chest. Inside he found the leather armor wrapped in elk fur. It had been recently oiled. The war chief knew he was going to be giving it to Finnur. "I am beyond grateful for this." "It would not serve our clan for you to die needlessly on this journey. Take it, for you have earned it. Now go, you have much work to do." Einar did not rise, and Finnur would not expect him to. The dreng gave him a respectful bow, slung the leather armor over his shoulder and walked outside. |
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| Arngierr Hergiersson | May 14 2009, 11:20 AM Post #37 |
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Arngierr nodded in meek agreement to Runólfur's assessment of Hoskuld. The apprentice was all too aware of the Shaman's greater wisdom. He knew all to well how powerful Hoskuld was in the magic of nature. However, Arngierr also knew that although the Shaman could make a fire start faster or burn brighter, he could never have become one with the flame as Arngierr had. It seemed that a small hole had opened up in Arngierr's soul. That hole longed to be filled with the raw essence of elemental power. Even as he stood, he could feel the power of the flame beckoning him. He wanted to reach out and draw upon the chill of the ice elements. He knew, though, that to do so now would give away his secret. Now was not the time. Einar's request for him to wait outside was not unexpected. Arngierr leaned against the outer wall of the longhouse. He folded his arms into his thick purple cloak, drawing it around his shoulders for warmth. The episode with the flame had left him feeling every ounce of the bitter cold. The wind was picking up -a precursor to the blizzard that raced towards the village. With every stroke of the other man's whetstone, Arngierr could feel a tension building between the two. He could feel Runólfur's eyes upon him. Though Runólfur's disappearance was strange his return was even more so. For Arngierr, however, the Karl's acceptance of the old warrior's return was enough for him. The apprentice decided to wait out the inevitable release of the tension. He knew it was coming -Runólfur was not nearly as clever as Hoskuld. Finally, Runólfur put the whetstone into a leather pouch, stood, and addressed Arngierr. "When I made the trip to Ice Waters, there was a blizzard similar to the one on its way. There were nine of us that left that morning. All nine of us returned alive a month later. It was Hoskuld that kept us from dying from the cold." Runólfur stretched his mighty arm upward, still holding the brutal axe. "How many do you suppose you will return with, Arngierr son of Hergierr?" Arngierr smirked coldly at the warrior's taunt. He knew it was a test, and he would meet it head on. "Did you return from that trip, mighty Runólfur? Though I was young when you left, I remember well what my father said. He had gone on that trip with you, if you remember. He told me that you never really returned. Now here you are." Arngierr casually rested his palm on the head of Frostburn. "I will return with all of those who have the spirit to become Grey Spears. The rest shall perish in the cold. My answer then, most honored elder, is that I will return with all of the Grey Spears that leave with me." Arngierr's words were a cold calm growl. As the apprentice spoke, Finnur came through the door, stepping between the two men. Arngierr relaxed his stance. He was worried enough for the survival of the others, he did not need Finnur worried over the survival of an apprentice to the Shaman. |
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| Finnur Jökulsson | May 14 2009, 01:07 PM Post #38 |
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The air between Runólfur and Arngierr was thick with a sort of aggression. Something had occurred in Finnur's short absence. The apprentice visibly shifted out of a tense stance, trying to appear more relaxed. Finnur did not care to guess at what was said. He gave a respectful nod to Runólfur and walked towards Arngierr. "We must find the others and see what provisions they have acquired. I would like to be as ready as possible by midday; leaving us with enough time to formulate a plan. This only gives us a short time, and I feel the two of us should have a serious discussion before any of this." Finnur walked, the slightest sign of anger in his step. He trusted the shaman's apprentice more than most in the clan, but in the past hour he felt betrayed by the man. First, there was the ordeal at breakfast, now this tension with Runólfur. Finnur looked around and found that they were alone, the nearest person 50 yards away. This would do. "Can I count on you? Can you make this trip? I need to know." He tried to keep his voice hushed, but the frustration showed through. |
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| Arngierr Hergiersson | May 15 2009, 10:40 AM Post #39 |
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At first, Arngierr nearly exploded with rage. He was not used to being viewed as a liability. Before he did, though, he tried to see the world as Hoskuld had taught him -through the eyes of others. He hadn't put the pieces together before that moment, but he could see why Finnur had become frustrated with him. Prior to the day before, everything had been rather mundane in Arngierr's life. He and Finnur had been friends like any other friends. However, yesterday things changed when Arngierr nearly lost control of the magic he was quickly beginning to understand. Between that episode and the one this morning, Arngierr must seem as though he were someone completely different -and dangerous at the same time. "You are right, my friend...in many ways, that is. I assure you that my heart and soul are dedicated to our journey north. I no more wish for our clansmen to die needlessly than I do for myself to suffer such a fate." Arngierr stood strong in the bitter wind, showing he to be a rock against the elements. "I know my place on this journey, and I will strive to do better than any with that honor has done before me." Arngierr felt a tinge of guilt for wanting to keep a secret from Finnur. He knew that the only way to explore his newfound magic was in secret. Secrets, to Arngierr, were lies untold. Lies were a form of cowardice. Cowardice was not something that any Grey Spear would be proud of. "I will tell you this, Finnur. I have found the magic of nature. It involves great battles that exist in my soul. I barely survived the first battle. The second...the second battle I won in a way that I am not sure I was supposed to win with." To prove his point, Arngierr risks everything. He feels out for a bit of flame in a nearby cook fire smoldering in the morning snow. He draws a sliver of the raw power into himself. "Burn him. Consume it all!" Arngierr struggles for a moment to contain the essence of the flame. Once his will had won the battle -a matter of seconds -the apprentice holds his hands aloft for Finnur to see. They burn hot, but do not injure Arngierr. "This is the beginning of one of many journeys I will embark upon tomorrow. I cannot tell you if I will survive this one," as he accents with his hands. "I will, however, see you and the others back to the village alive." He quickly threw his hands back down at his side, letting go of the flames. |
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| Finnur Jökulsson | May 17 2009, 02:07 AM Post #40 |
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The flame dancing across Arngierr's hand was both the most frightening thing Finnur had ever seen and the most exhilarating. He knew the man was dedicated to his studies with the shaman, but the only result Finnur had seen was sweat and exhaustion. Now, here Arngierr was, doing something that few men could do. He had control over the elements, at least limited control. It spoke to the strength and power the apprentice will eventually wield. "I respect you, and though I cannot fully comprehend what inner battles you must deal with, I know that you have the strength of will to be the victor. I apologize for my doubt." Finnur relaxed his shoulders and looked away from Arngierr. He could see one of the men he talked to earlier, haggling with a hunter for dried meat. "We should go help." Finnur walked towards the fellow dreng, Sigurgeir, at a brisk pace. He did not want to admit he was trying to escape his conversation with Arngierr and leave thoughts of the burning hand behind him. "How goes it Sigurgeir? Is Vagn giving you some trouble?" he chuckled and slapped the man on the shoulder. Vagn, the hunter smiled up at him. "Your young friend drives a hard bargain. He wants a whole dried reindeer for every man on your journey." Vagn smiled wide as he said this. "That's not true." Sigurgier was not known for his sense of humor. |
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| Arngierr Hergiersson | May 17 2009, 03:04 AM Post #41 |
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Arngierr followed close behind Finnur. He was glad that Finnur had seemed to no longer doubt his intention. He was even more glad that Finnur had not pressed the issue further. To have displayed his power for the warrior to see was dangerous beyond comprehension. If Finnur had acted as many others would have, Arngierr could have been banished from the clan. All to often, Grey Spears fear change. Their way of life is what has allowed them to survive in such a hostile environment. There is little room for new ideas -new ideas can be dangerous. Arngierr laughed loudly at Vagn's joke. He slapped Sigurgeir's shoulder hard, moving the man's body slightly forward. "Surely, Sigurgeir, if that is how much you think we need to bring, you must be willing to carry all of our shares. I do not think even Finnur would want to carry a whole reindeer across the icy plateaus. Especially since he will be carrying a barrel of mead for each of us as well!" Arngierr, for a brief moment, had forgotten all about the struggling powers within him. The wind was picking up, bringing a slight fall of new snow. Arngierr looked to the sky. The blizzard was coming; possibly sooner than he had thought. There was much to do on this day. "I will leave the two of you to sort out how much meat we will need to bring. There will also be travel bread. I need to go speak to Byrnjolf hunting chief. I must plan the path of our travel, and who knows the plateaus as well as he?" Arngierr turned and walked away. The mirth of the moment faded quickly as his mind thought about the dangers of the road ahead. There were many dangers in the ice. The journey would see many battles with the vicious creatures and other clans of the north. The burden of planning those dangers was for Finnur. Arngierr knew that the road itself could be even more perilous. He picked up his pace. He had to have a well thought out path. There was still so much to do that day. |
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| Finnur Jökulsson | May 17 2009, 11:46 PM Post #42 |
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In the end, Finnur and Sigurgier struck a reasonable deal with Vagn and procured a good amount of dried reindeer. The two drengs spent what remained of the morning together, going over provisions, meeting with the others that are making the journey, and securing swords and hide armor for everyone. The list of items they were bringing had grown large, not unreasonably so, but more than they would want to haul on their backs. "We need a dog team," Finnur said and this was followed by nods by the others. They made their way to Dagný's home. She was responsible for the dogs. Convincing her that it would be necessary to bring a team was going to be difficult at best. The dogs starting yapping, announcing their approach. Dagný walked out of the house and cast a stern look towards Finnur. "No!" she yelled from fifty yards away. "Dagný be calm. We just want to talk." "I said no." She crossed her arms and took on the appearance of a statue made of iron. "If you fools must attempt to kill yourselves to prove you're men that is your business. Don't involve my dogs." "Can we just go inside and have a conversation where you aren't screaming at me?" Finnur and Dagný's relationship had always been a mystery to his friends. They were close in age, within a year, and were inseparable when they were teenagers. If Finnur wasn't training, he spent his time with Dagný. The assumption was that they would eventually marry, but then Dagný's father died. Finnur was there to support her, but she had changed, hardened, and their love was never the same. Dagný inherited the job of caring for the dogs and she did it exceptionally well. It was said that she loved them more than any man or woman in the clan. When Finnur and her went into the house together the other drengs joked about the similarities between he and a dog being an "in" with her. Twenty minutes later Finnur walked out of the house looking perturbed. "We get one small team. Start thinking about how much we can consolidate our load." Ignoring their questioning stares, Finnur walked away, not sure where he was going. |
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| Arngierr Hergiersson | May 18 2009, 10:28 AM Post #43 |
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Byrnjolf’s house was the furthest from the village center. The hunting chief was the most secluded of all the Grey Spears –he seldom ate in the Mead hall. The walk to his house was not long, but the bitter wind picking up made it take much too long for the apprentice shaman. Upon arriving, Arngierr was not surprised to see that Byrnjolf was expecting him. The master hunter was waiting outside. Arngierr had always liked Byrnjolf, and greeted him with much enthusiasm. “Greeting on this day Byrnjolf Hunting Chief!” Byrnjolf smiled slightly. “Greetings Arngierr son of Hergierr. I am surprised to see you so far from Hoskuld’s ever watching eyes. Tell me, what brings you here?” The hunter’s smile became bigger, for he knew full well why Arngierr had arrived. Without waiting for the apprentice to answer, Byrnjolf beckoned him inside with a wave of his hand. Arngierr followed, sitting down on a rough-hewn stool. He refused an offer of hot ale: for to drink with Byrnjolf was a good way to waste a day –or two. When the master hunter finally sat, Arngierr spoke. “I will be leading, along with Finnur, a group north to Ice Waters. I have decided to head along the ice plateaus rather than through the Blackrock Gorge. I need to know the best path.” Byrnjolf nodded slightly. “It is a wise rout, young apprentice.” The hunter reached into a nearby wooden crate and pulled out a deerskin. He unrolled the skin to reveal a map of the northlands. A path was drawn upon it -one that matched very similar to what Arngierr had planned. “The gorge must be avoided. The Ice Bear Clan has been there for nearly two weeks now. It would seem that their Shaman had predicted the blizzard. I will let you look at this map for a moment, but you cannot take it with you. This is the path I took when I went on the same journey. I will not give it to you, for you must find your own way.” With that, the master hunter rolled up the map and placed it back in the crate. “If you are not drinking, we are finished here,” Byrnjolf laughed. Arngierr, despite the weight of the next day’s journey, laughed with him. “I could not drink with you old hunter…I am still young and have something to do with my time.” Arngierr laughed once more then rose to leave. “I thank you for your advice, master hunter. I shall see you when I return. If I do not return, then I will see you in the Great Hall of the Gods.” With that, Arngierr parted. The apprentice was nearly done with everything he needed for that day. Now, he had to see about the feast that would send them off. |
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| Finnur Jökulsson | Jun 1 2009, 01:55 PM Post #44 |
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The remainder of the day's business concluded quickly. Finnur and his fellow drengs stood in the middle of the village listing items that they had secured and formulating a plan. Later, Finnur would have to discuss with Arngierr about the route they would take. It almost seemed too easy, which made the warrior uncomfortable. Still, he should count his blessings. Already, the smells from the feast being prepared had wafted over the village. People found excuses to remain outdoor just so they could take it in. No doubt Finnur's mother would be taking the lead on this meal, directing everyone around the fire pits, making sure every this was perfect. After everyone felt comfortable that all had been accounted for, they made their way to the mead hall. The other drengs went inside and Finnur waited by the door for the shaman's apprentice. |
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| Arngierr Hergiersson | Oct 25 2009, 04:53 PM Post #45 |
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Arngierr entered the great hall, and was overwhelmed by the smell of roast meat and fresh bread. As the apprentice shaman looked around, he saw the mighty Finnur waiting at the door. Arngierr gave a sly nod and a smile to the big man, as he slowly drew his horn from his belt. “I imagine we could both use a bit of mead this evening, eh Finnur?” Arngierr had hoped that most of the events of the day would remain quiet between the two. He did not wish to have to explain to his friend how dangerous a situation they had both been in outside Finnur’s mothers house. Already, as the apprentice shaman slowly makes his way to the cask of mead, his thoughts are drifting to the awesome power locked within the cook-fires. As though in the memory of a distant dream, Arngierr can hear the voice of the fire beckoning to him. Arngierr toys with the idea of succumbing to the essence of the fire. His mind begins to drift as his very being longs with the desire to once again merge with the elemental fire. Quickly, without much concern, Arngierr pours a horn of mead and swallows it all in one drought. He is already pouring a second horn when it hits him that the thick brown mead is the feasting mead –far stronger than the regular stuff. He swallows the second horn as quickly as the first. He gasps quickly for air as the alcohol steals his breath. He no sooner recovers than his horn is once again full of the mead. His mind is silent. The mead chased away the seduction of the fire…for the moment. He looks back to Finnur. “Are you drinking my friend? Tomorrow we head north, but today we are here.” Arngierr raises his voice to address the host of Grey Spears gathered in the hall. “Today we are alive, and to that I will drink. Tomorrow we may die, and to that I will drink. I will eat the meat of the Grey Spears! I will feast upon their bread! For tonight I live, and I intend to live tonight!” The gathered clan cheers loudly and drinks to Arngierr’s toast. The apprentice shaman holds his horn aloft, and nods toward Finnur. “Though I think I shall not die tomorrow, for Finnur will surely slay all that lays north of here. If he cannot, then I will die thinking that perhaps his mother would have been a better companion to take on the journey…for the smell of the feast tells me she can at least handle a knife!” Everyone laughs at the jest, the warriors in the room laugh a bit more grimly –waiting to see if Finnur holds offense at the comment. |
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