Fenrisian Seas 2
The seas of Fenris churned in the season of fire, great waves dashed islands and eruptions of fire and molten stone built new ones among the boiling sea. The vast ocean dwelling beasts attack the few ships that dare venture too close to the heart of the activity. A man aboard one of those ships looks up to see a shooting star, with a prayer to the all father for guidance and Fenris for protection as they continue their fishing in the hostile sea.
That star bore to the surface of the world a child shooting it down until it crashes to the sea sinking into boiling water and liquid stone. Some say that Magnus' skin was stained red by the lava as he swam to the surface. The child all but a babe was able to push through the environment and clasp to a Kraken. The great year would go on and the seas would cool again, but the child wasn't found by man through fortune or misfortune.
The child was no ordinary babe, his power and endurance that allowed him to survive the seas around him. Far beyond any simple acts of the physical the child was filled beyond measure with the power of the mind. As he grew he was not alone; the Kraken dominated by the child's mind was one constant companion in his early life but everywhere he went, to any molten island or raging storm the red skinned child felt a constant companionship.
So from his earliest moments the child spoke with Fenris and the world spoke back, though it was nothing as simple as mortal tongues the child was able to understand the response of the cryptic spirit. He knew of all the psychic resonance between the world and all those that dwelled within, and his curious mind drove him to consume all knowledge that he could find on his journey. He would garb himself in the hides of great leviathans he hunted with his Kraken thrall. This period in the boy's life could not last forever as the Wolf's Eye grows dim on the sky and the seas he traveled grew thick with ice. Eventually even his powers could not keep his thrall from its slumber and he let the Kraken go to sleep for the great winter that was coming.
Herjolf shouted to his men as the fridge rain battered the deck the narrow straight through the ice closing in on either side as their ship. The shaman was using his runes to keep their dragon ship safe in the roaring storm around them. It wasn't going to be enough frozen rain already made the ship slick with ice and their haul ment little if the ship was dashed on the frozen rocks around them.
"Hard to port, hold the sail, I need someone chipping the deck lest you want the Erlking to take us." Herjolf shouted his deep voice only barely able to be heard above the roaring rolling storm. Lightning crashed in the distance and Herjolf thought for a moment he saw a figure standing on the ice. As the thunder washed over them he didn't have time to dwell on the strange apparition grabbing the rudder and turning it as the man who was in that seat hadn't heard his commands and it wasn't time to shout again. Now was the time of action, not words. The next flash of lightning had many on deck shout in surprise as a figure was seen on the ice following the ship as the icey storming seas threw it.
Then in a moment the sky broke open storm clouds pushed aside the night sky calm above them as the waves pulled away from their battered ship. The figure on the ice had taken a knee and clutched his head. "We need to bring him aboard." The shaman spoke with an intensity clutching runestones in one had as tight as he could.
"You heard the man, I need volunteers to fetch the man from the ice." Several men were quick to respond and Herjolf picked several he could afford to lose to gather the figure. What he got he couldn't have expected, rather than a man the figure that his crew had brought before him with skin as red as blood and eyes dancing with azure light and inner power. He was as tall as a child of perhaps two great years, but his eyes were bright as a scholar of dozens. He was draped in the hide of an ice dragon inexpertly tanned still looking raw as if the boy had skinned such a beast alive and took to wearing its flesh. The rest of the crew had pulled away but the child had focused his eyes not on any of them or Herjolf himself but the Shaman. The gaze piercing the man to the side of the ship as the child stands still.
"Teach me." His voice is strange and reverberates in Herjolf's mind making the man take a step away as the child drew near to the Shaman.
For the rest of the season of ice Magnus, the Storm Born as many of the people who found him came to know him, would study under the elders and shaman of this small tribe in the middle of the Sea of Storms. He learned of them runecraft and quickly out paced all but the most skilled of elders in the arts. The red skin boy grew much faster than a mortal and so to many of those who had taken him in he was more than mortal, a giant child cast off, or a child of the gods left on the world as a test of his strength and character. That the child had the strength of men, and a mind of infinite curiosity and the wit to learn what he put his mind to was enough to cement many of these rumors of the child.
As the ice started to melt and the creatures of the sea reawoke the child walked to its edge and shouted, many who witnessed it said his words created a wave. All agree that after this shout a beast of the sea a great kraken came to the beach and the child greeted it as an old friend. He left the island into the Fenrisian spring in search of…
[]The Fang
The child had heard of a mountain that a man had ascended to godhood had taken. He would search for this in a quest to discover himself.
[]The Catacombs
The child had heard of the old cities buried in the earth of the curse that dwells their and he seeks it out his curiosity burning to learn despite warnings of the Maleficarum.
[]The Moot
The child had heard of a great moot in the spring and wished to see it and speak with as many jarls as he could.
[]The Sea
The child had no destination in mind as he set off into the sea along his Kraken thrall rather he simply wished to travel again.
That star bore to the surface of the world a child shooting it down until it crashes to the sea sinking into boiling water and liquid stone. Some say that Magnus' skin was stained red by the lava as he swam to the surface. The child all but a babe was able to push through the environment and clasp to a Kraken. The great year would go on and the seas would cool again, but the child wasn't found by man through fortune or misfortune.
The child was no ordinary babe, his power and endurance that allowed him to survive the seas around him. Far beyond any simple acts of the physical the child was filled beyond measure with the power of the mind. As he grew he was not alone; the Kraken dominated by the child's mind was one constant companion in his early life but everywhere he went, to any molten island or raging storm the red skinned child felt a constant companionship.
So from his earliest moments the child spoke with Fenris and the world spoke back, though it was nothing as simple as mortal tongues the child was able to understand the response of the cryptic spirit. He knew of all the psychic resonance between the world and all those that dwelled within, and his curious mind drove him to consume all knowledge that he could find on his journey. He would garb himself in the hides of great leviathans he hunted with his Kraken thrall. This period in the boy's life could not last forever as the Wolf's Eye grows dim on the sky and the seas he traveled grew thick with ice. Eventually even his powers could not keep his thrall from its slumber and he let the Kraken go to sleep for the great winter that was coming.
Herjolf shouted to his men as the fridge rain battered the deck the narrow straight through the ice closing in on either side as their ship. The shaman was using his runes to keep their dragon ship safe in the roaring storm around them. It wasn't going to be enough frozen rain already made the ship slick with ice and their haul ment little if the ship was dashed on the frozen rocks around them.
"Hard to port, hold the sail, I need someone chipping the deck lest you want the Erlking to take us." Herjolf shouted his deep voice only barely able to be heard above the roaring rolling storm. Lightning crashed in the distance and Herjolf thought for a moment he saw a figure standing on the ice. As the thunder washed over them he didn't have time to dwell on the strange apparition grabbing the rudder and turning it as the man who was in that seat hadn't heard his commands and it wasn't time to shout again. Now was the time of action, not words. The next flash of lightning had many on deck shout in surprise as a figure was seen on the ice following the ship as the icey storming seas threw it.
Then in a moment the sky broke open storm clouds pushed aside the night sky calm above them as the waves pulled away from their battered ship. The figure on the ice had taken a knee and clutched his head. "We need to bring him aboard." The shaman spoke with an intensity clutching runestones in one had as tight as he could.
"You heard the man, I need volunteers to fetch the man from the ice." Several men were quick to respond and Herjolf picked several he could afford to lose to gather the figure. What he got he couldn't have expected, rather than a man the figure that his crew had brought before him with skin as red as blood and eyes dancing with azure light and inner power. He was as tall as a child of perhaps two great years, but his eyes were bright as a scholar of dozens. He was draped in the hide of an ice dragon inexpertly tanned still looking raw as if the boy had skinned such a beast alive and took to wearing its flesh. The rest of the crew had pulled away but the child had focused his eyes not on any of them or Herjolf himself but the Shaman. The gaze piercing the man to the side of the ship as the child stands still.
"Teach me." His voice is strange and reverberates in Herjolf's mind making the man take a step away as the child drew near to the Shaman.
For the rest of the season of ice Magnus, the Storm Born as many of the people who found him came to know him, would study under the elders and shaman of this small tribe in the middle of the Sea of Storms. He learned of them runecraft and quickly out paced all but the most skilled of elders in the arts. The red skin boy grew much faster than a mortal and so to many of those who had taken him in he was more than mortal, a giant child cast off, or a child of the gods left on the world as a test of his strength and character. That the child had the strength of men, and a mind of infinite curiosity and the wit to learn what he put his mind to was enough to cement many of these rumors of the child.
As the ice started to melt and the creatures of the sea reawoke the child walked to its edge and shouted, many who witnessed it said his words created a wave. All agree that after this shout a beast of the sea a great kraken came to the beach and the child greeted it as an old friend. He left the island into the Fenrisian spring in search of…
[]The Fang
The child had heard of a mountain that a man had ascended to godhood had taken. He would search for this in a quest to discover himself.
[]The Catacombs
The child had heard of the old cities buried in the earth of the curse that dwells their and he seeks it out his curiosity burning to learn despite warnings of the Maleficarum.
[]The Moot
The child had heard of a great moot in the spring and wished to see it and speak with as many jarls as he could.
[]The Sea
The child had no destination in mind as he set off into the sea along his Kraken thrall rather he simply wished to travel again.
