thrakkar-karel-DM jacky

(sorry it took this long i was convinced i already made it)

it took us a almost a week, was it a week, i'm not sure, i lose count easy....it doesn't matter if its day or night to the frostfolk anyway, may the scum rot in helheim!
anyway we arrived at the dwarven stronghold in the mountain, apparantly some enchantment of sorts made the door look normal stones of the volcanic crater.
it was warm in there, a bit too warm to be pleasant.
alot of weird skinny people called elves lived there aswell, some meeting was gooing on, but since my presence wasn't required i decided to look up some funn.

to the training baraks, where the pansies teach their 'volenteers' hehehe.
wacking eachother with 'wooden' sticks pretending it to be weapons.

i was kind of surprised they were willing to take on a REAL warior, a VIKING such as me in a one on one battle.
even more that they trained in 'sand'....its sepposed to resemble the snow and ice....such mockery, that sand was nothin like snow, and if it wasn't for that fact i would have whooped that whelps buttocks without even gettin hit....but in retrospect i do guess it was my fault.
been relying to much on my strength, i should think before i hit, like those...waddya call it....humans.
i should give that 'thinking' part a try.....
next battle i have....i'll think before i hit the enemy with everything i have.

i mean if i hack off their leggs....they can't run away anymore making me trip in the sand!!
see this thinking stuff is working already! HA this 'thinking' thing is easier then i thought!

silly dwarves and humans with their silly ideas.

honestly tin men guarding the city, livin armor.....what a joke.
making metal do a WARIORS job.
no wonder their city is a mess.

hell we went to special viking camp...and all i see is itsy weenie TINY MEN running away from thrakkar.
so!
i show them i care.
i help with cutting HUGE TREE for big fire and big celebration.
they even have wierd food and ale. this bread thing is quite yummy needs more meat thou.
that would rule.

i am mad thou. somebody dared to disturb OUR SACRED ceremony with a flying clay thingy....or was it after that.
anyway looks like local bad boys wanna hustle with us.

this COULD be funn >

the manners on these humans are astoundingly pephatic.
not only do they ask us to STOP our feast, they impede us that we join theirs next thing in the morning.

I DO not like where this is gooing.
assfard Asvard, malcom, me and elf person were joined by 'headstuckupass'jake.
or something.
we had to row tiny boat all the way down the cannel. showed them the might of our VIKING ARMS.
well not malcom and elf and jake but you get what i mean i hope.

then. then things went wrong...FAST.
we had to jump on slippery poles over water.
it was not...FUn.
at all.
after long and tiresome jumping and failing we climbed to rush and regain our leading position.
that didn't go so well as planned.
jake is weak tiny man who cannot do anything right.

i hope this cave part will go better.
me and asfardAsvard will have no problem but i'm not so sure on elf, jake and malcom.

shame.
all i have is shame.

we continued our competition through this maze. to find a key and progress. jake 'messed arround' some more.
i almost punched him.
then we carried on to a hoist mechanic allowing us to put a cart on the rails.
from then onn we would be able to pedal our way to the finish line.
i was put in charge of the brakes by asvard.

we were ambushd.
we got hit by a logg and tipped over.
in darkness they attacked.
I laughed at them. called them puny ONE by one they fell by my axe.
and then it happend. my arragance nearly became my undooing.
i had to go full out to fight a SINGLE HUMAN.
i gave nearly all i had but he was swift and cunning.
before either of us could finish this fight those tin men and that DWARF general interviened.
they 'saved us'.
they wanted to TEND our wounds.
and i was pratically gratefull. not for their service but for timing. i was.....

how much further must i disgrace my father.
father....

Spoiler:

the humans have held their trial with jacob who wasn't botherd at all with his worse then death penalty.
Asvard asked for a special meeting after checking on something i was rather disturbed by it.
All this secrecy. it annoys the hell out of me.

later on some of the human women came out, started casting magical hoeha on the bastard. all started to glow and chill up a lil.
was rather stranged.
i also stopped beeing able to speak at all....or even make a sound.
quite annoying, michelle took care of that later.

ANyway it was lateronn discoverd that jacob WAS working for the frostfolk. frostfolk....with humans.
i never thought it was possible.
however seeing as he were to exiled asvard came with a plan so that WE could take his stead.
we would go where jacob would normally go.

AND then i CAN get my hands on some frostfolk.
THEY will FEEL and FEAR the brute force and pure hatred that have coursed through my veigns since that day.

we went in the caverns where we found some old decaying buildings.
nothing much. i heard the humans complaining about cold...while its chilly at best.
the structure of the buildings was failing....i discoverd this after we took quite a fall from a colapsing bridge.

when we came too in utter darkness we heard a voice...followed by a attack of flying ice statue's, servants of the frost folk.
they were no match for asvard and my power. together....with the help of the humans and elf WE smitten these ugly fiends.

we then found a cave entrance....after we made the entrance...its very efficient way of finding entrances if i say so myself.

in there we found a warm stick and a ladder up to a old dusty library.
we wanted to sleep for the night when suddenly a giant CONE or something came through the cieling followed by elves and a dwarf.

said they were our rescue party...despite the fact they nearly killed us.
we got "towed" wich i prefer to call "insultedly carried" out of the cave structure and back onto the snowy plains of snow.
we then began our way back to the crater where the humans lived.

the frostfolk take everything, they took the seasons, they took life....they took heat.
within the bowels of the crater is a magma vein....wich is a liquid fire of sorts.....the humans want to wield it, but they can't...not yet anyway.

we started a move on to midguard....our home....i may call it that but my true home no longer excists.
the frostfolk took it....alongs side with its wariors...and my father.

i have wielded my fathers broken sword ever since....in hope to carry some of its strength....a fool i am, how can wielding my fathers broken sword, his broken spirit give me strength.
i shall repair my fathers sword in midguard....i shall show those frostfolk a might they have NEVER SEEN before.
i shall harness my rage, that wich keeps me gooing against their cold....and wield it as one against them.

with a long piece of metal they dared calling a sword i and asvard slayed a mighty creature of the icemancer.
when i have my fathers rejuvenateds spirit.....his restored pride and sword by my hand.
we will make the day he EVER came to us vikings RUE.