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Fight the Future by Frostbeard, Jotun One

February 15th, 2008 2:40 PM

INSTRUCTIONS: Destroy a clock. Document.

Boom. Boom. Boom. Boom.

The foul rhythm of something beats deep beneath the earth. Those with sensitive minds and sensitive feet can feel the pounding of the drum, the beat of something stirring. Those of us who have battled fabled creatures, who contain the blood of the Jotun and Alfar, we are the ones awakened at night by the irritating pulse. We are the ones who risk being driven mad by elder things beneath the earth that will soon cause havoc and chaos. We are the ones who will risk life and sane thought to battle the foe, so that the Aesir may look favorably upon us. Thus, did the horrid expedition begin, with longing to destroy that which we could feel pulling at our souls. The time of men may be short indeed, but those men that are willing to preserve the well being make it that much longer. This was our quest.

Arming ourselves with Sword and Axe, Dagger and Lantern, strength and cunning, we set off into the night. We were able to find our way not only by the flickering yellow glow of the Lantern Sollux, given to Jotun One's father by his father, and his father before him, but also by the weight that hung like foul swamp moss on our cooling hearts. In this manner, we blazed trails through frozen forests and climbed the craggy legacies of the Time of Frost, when the world was covered in ice and men feared the breaking of the chain Gleipnir and the release of Fenrir upon the realm of mortals.

As the night gave way to day, the day to night and back again, we trudged along. Always vigilant, we looked for signs of the lair of the beast we had come to slay. Finally, on the fifth night, we came across a rocky grotto with boulders the size of giants strewn about the undisturbed snow. As we rounded a corner, bringing more of the stones into our sight, we spied a small fire up ahead, complete with a featureless shadow figure hunched and alone.

As we came closer, the being looked up and hopped about from one foot to the other, in apparent excitement. The man had a strange cloth masking his face, and he smoked a pipe from beneath it that smelled like a disturbing mix of wet iron, clover, and organ meat. He introduced himself as Helbindi, and said that he knew why we had come. The earth had begun to shift, he claimed, and that shifting was caused by the great beast below. He claimed that the stones about the area held a cave entrance, and at the bottom of the long passage into the earth, a monster stirred. He stated, in an excited whisper, that the cave entrance is normally blocked, but the the recent shifting had uncovered the passage. Our job, a foolish endeavor, was to destroy the beast lest it emerge and harrow the hearts and minds of lesser men.

After discussion of more trivial matters, we rested and found him gone the next morn. As we scanned about for the creature (for now i dare not call him man) and found no sign of his passage. We lifted Rimecleaver, the Ice-Axe and Split-tooth the dagger and began searching the hills for the entrance to the womb of the earth. As we progressed, i fashioned a spear of wood, knowing that it would be helpful in the tight confines of a stony crypt.

At the edge of night we finally found the cleft in the earth. Jotun lead the way with Sollux and Split-tooth. I followed with Rimecleaver and my spear. Into the dark we wended our way, around shaky crumbling rocks, through icy caverns, wet and slicked with dirt, our fingers stuck to our weapons. The darkness swallowed us for hours or days. As we descended the repeated thumping, an aggravating half-thought in the mind before, became audible. Like a sword sliding against anvil the metallic click repeated again and again. We pushed on and down.

The end of our journey is almost too horrible to tell. There was something down in the depths that should never be spoken of, however you must know, so we shall speak. Down in those lightless caves of frost and dreams there was a monster made of metal that could stir your mind into stew and crumble your heart. Down under the ice and rock we met this monster, and set upon it in battle. It came at us again and again, and repeatedly we opposed it. Flesh met metal met metal and wood.

It came upon us in haste and anger, and there were moments in which we thought we were soon to set sail for Valhalla. It shattered the Sword Brightblade. In the end, however, we bested the creature. We left it in pieces in the damp black and ascended to the realm of the sun, of trees, of sanity. We ascended in hope of a brighter future. We ascended in fear that the beast would return. Time heals all things, even time itself. We journeyed to a local village and played upon the vanities of the smith there to have a door fashioned of stout metal. We hefted the portal back to the strange grotto and sealed it upon the mouth of the fetid earth. There be emblazoned the cold steel with one of the Elder Futhark, Thurisaz, the Giant. The purging, cleansing fire Thurisaz provides may clean the sullied earth of the horrible beast. It may melt into the icy depths of the frost-laden creature.

Despite these efforts, a new generation will come, the sons of the sons of our sons....and they may again face the darkness....

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Jotun One, at the ready
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The Lantern Sollux
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Journey into the night
Setting up camp
Helbindi, the cave talker.
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Lighting the pipe
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Fashioning of the spear
Down in the depths
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The bottom
Clear view
Moving in for the kill
Frostbeard attacks
Another slice
Down upon the entity
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And leaps onto Frostbeard's face
Frostbeard attacks
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Double wound
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And another
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in pieces
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Jotun and Thurisaz

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posted by Jellybean of Thark on February 15th, 2008 2:59 PM

Legends are not made. They give birth to themselves.


Here is a legend born.

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posted by Augustus deCorbeau on February 15th, 2008 3:23 PM

Wot? Behind the purple wristwatch, is it?
Go on, Thor. Chop 'is head off.

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posted by rongo rongo on February 15th, 2008 3:23 PM

I hope it didn't leave a big scar where it went for your nose.

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posted by Thain Stormbringer on February 15th, 2008 3:30 PM

Amazing. I am glad to see that you carry on doing Odin's will in the frozen north. What that I could have joined in this mighty hunt...

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posted by Lizard Boy on February 15th, 2008 9:11 PM

So much clock destroying amazingness! Too much for one week. Head esplode.

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posted by Frostbeard on February 16th, 2008 3:10 PM

No, no scars from the watch. I leave the scars to other tasks .