Late Gormánuður - Early Ýlir 382 I.E
"After this day, Gormánuður shall end and Ýlir will begin, my son.", These words were spoken to Young Thoric on his sixteenth birthday a few days ago by his father. For all Issgord Huskies, Thoric's time has come to slay a monster within the icy desert of Antarcticus. He is to sleep in his Igloo and endure the horrid hoar frost blizzard that ravages the night. With a fire to keep him warm and his ancestral blade Thordryn by his side. He sat on the stone-built bed and faced the fire that lit up this stoned shelter built by the ancient things from aeons past. These somewhat vaguely sentient things have barrel-shaped bodies and five eye stalks that form a star. These things had dragon wings and tendrils for legs.
Thankfully they are an echo of an age before the cynoea and man. Thoric's brother Jordrun and friend Hrunar had already past their trial and obtained adulthood. He trains for this moment and will only return home once he completes his trial or enters Valholl. All Issgord huskies must and will be forced to fight for their adulthood or be disgraced and denied access to Valholl.
The fire flickered and crackled. Thoric threw more wood to fuel the fire, wrapped himself in his thick blanket, and lay down. That is until he heard a loud roar followed by a vibration of movement. He grabbed his sword and rushed outside hastily. Even in the darkness, he felt the presence of that beast roaming out there.
"SHOW YOURSELF!" Thoric screams as he hears the beast's screech and the sounds of shifting snow with each step from the beast ever closer to the Issgord Husky. With his free hand, he takes out his flashlight and turns it on to see that beast. It stood as tall as a two-story home, Its scales were as white as the snow and its spikes as blue as ice. Its razor teeth were sharp but not as sharp as Gerlintr.
"Snjóróvættr!" Thoric shouts as the Lindwyrm roars its terrible roar. Thoric proceeds to swing his blade across the stomach of the Lindwyrm as it in turn snaps at Thoric and swipes at him with its icy claws. He stabs its right claw and climbs as snjóróvættr screams from the stab. With haste, Thoric climbs near the lindwyrm's maw and swings Thordryn across the beast's face before getting the opportunity to strike the left eye of the beast.
Thoric plunges Thordryn into its icy blue eye. It roars in pain and thrashes about, even destroying his igloo in its rampage, and yet Thoric held on to dear life. Even with the Lindwyrm running about, Thoric climbs his way onto the right side of the beast's head. snjóróvættr desperately claws at Thoric only for the Issgord husky to reach its right eye and stab it with the icy longsword. As it is now blind, Snjóróvættr jumps about and rolls over as blood from both eyes pours out and Thoric stabs the reptilian beast at its neck and proceeds to slide down while cutting its neck vertically. As he lands on the blood-covered snow, Snjóróvættr gurgles on it blood before falling to its right side and dying. Thoric lies next to it before passing out from his battle.
The morning had come and the blizzard ceased. Thoric awakes and shakes the snow off of him when he sees a few other Issgord Huskies from his clan come. Two of these were his brother and Father. They're happy that not only Thoric survived, but he slew the terror of Etgard that had been terrorizing them for months. Thoric, even drenched in blood, did he embrace his brother and father.
"You have earned your place in Valholl, Thoric Wyrmkiller."
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Skerpla 405 I.E
"I guess I had it easy compared to you, dad?" Everest says as Thoric nods with a smile. "In deed, although those Shoggoths are far harder than Lindwyrms or Ningens. especially without the fires of Múspellsheimr. For sure Mother is making Flubber-swims (Seal) steak with potato and liver tea for dinner."
"MMMM" Everest murmurs as Thoric shakes the top of her head, causing the girl to giggle before walking over to the kitchen to see if dinners ready.
