Chapter 2: Homecoming (Open to SSC and Valkyr, others PM to join)

[Mythos]

Dagobah was a merciful mistress, food was not horrid and the smell was tolerable after one got accustomed to it. One thing Mythos knew he did not have in Dagobah was a terrain brutal or unforgiving enough for him to push his body where it needed to go. He had trained a few months in Dagobah, snakes and sparring matches with his wife here and there but nothing substantial... he was becoming desperate., he could feel his skill slowly leaving him, he needed to move fast and hard to a place so unforgiving that survival itself would be an achivement. So he had a few talks with his sentinels and Jar'Kai but mostly what his daughter had told him of where the great Jedi Master hailed from... this place in the tingel arm he had heard of, Midvinter. Harsh, cold and brutal beyond what normal organics could withstand. Ultimatum would love it, Mythos often remarked. This day however, the day hunting got a little out of hand Mythos knew it was time to set off on a personal journey, his daughter and his wife would be safe with the Jar'Kai. His weapons, his axe and his rudis would all remain with [member="Serena Bouie"] save for his main lightsaber and his alchemical weapons.

Once the camp was silent, Mythos paced to the edge of the lake where a starfighter was covered in leather drapes. He knew the craft as if he had built it with his own hands, for four years in Naboo he actually did as a fighter pilot for an N-1 starfighter in the royal navy of her majesty had to be able to fix his own craft personally. Memories flashed through his senses as he uncovered the starfighter after all these years, this old bird and the fallen king had shared many adventures together. The golden metallic surface shimmered in the reflective light of the swamp, it was time for one more adventure together.

In a flash of an eye Mythos popped the hatch open, engaged thrusts, plotted course and readied for travel. A veteran pilot and an excellent dog-fighter he had no fear that his journey would be an uneventful one, being that he could dive and swoop out of almost anything and given that this particular N-1... was jacked to be untraceable.

The luxury ship roared its familiar hum and the course was set...to the north lands of the cold. Mythos packed the usual, few rations, extra fur for the cold and some extra water skins. He would know how subtle his mistakes in preparation were after a while...

It was not long before the N-1 made the jump into hyperspace, Mythos knew little of any defenses the planet could have or any security protocols, he did very little research in coming to the planet. A few extra pounds and slightly out of shape Mythos looked tad different than in Lujo... that was about to change, the man that went into the northen star system would not be the same that came out. Here was the first step in finding a new path.

The streaks of the hyperspace jump decorated the luxury starfighters canopy for what seemed to be an eternity, Mythos lit a deathstick in the wait time impatient and a bit on edge the smoke helped him focus and relax before the jump neared its end. It did not last long, before much the white veiled planet came into full view, his hands reflexively made for the controls and his boots clamped down on the thrustsers. His strategy was to arrive undetected, how would he do this? By not driving.

One burst to impulse and the rest of the ride into the planet, through the core would be on pure manual glide system. Mythos shut off all power in the starfighter and mentally took notes of the course down to planet side. It would be a bumpy ride after all. "Lets go for a visit..."

 

[Narfi Hróðson]

The clash of the hammer as it hit the white hot metal resounded through the half open hut in the metalworking district of Tháinbroek, the capital of Midwinter. The smell of hot metal and sweat filled the forge as Narfi worked on a sword, just another sword for another customer. To be frank there was no shortage of blacksmiths with skill but there was however always a shortage of weapons as Valkyri had a habit of beating each other almost senseless with metal and what not to prove their honor and skill in combat to one another... well at least the other berserkers of Midwinter did and those were the people he usually associated with and he liked it that way.

Without a shirt due to the fact that the heat in the forge was close to being unbearable to most Valkyri, hence they usually had outdoor forges but Narfi preferred his privacy most of the time and that is why the forge was only half open. Given that this day a good strong wind blew through the streets of Tháinbroek and this same wind moved into the forge and cooled the air inside just enough so that to normal Valkyri would find it unbearable but the half-breed was capable of staying in and feeling relatively comfortable. With one hand wrapped around the hilt of a great hammer and the other holding tightly onto the wrapped handle of the heavy heat resistant tongs that held onto the glowing hot metal that was now being hammered into shape.

The sound continued each blow brought down by heavy rippling muscles, capable of easily crushing a human's skull into splinters, and as each blow hit it's mark with unbridled precision, sending sparks and splinters of metal sheen's into the air around it. The sword was for repayment to a fellow berserker, a man whom had, had his sword broken in a sparring match with Narfi but they had laughed about their cuts and bruises over large flagons of mead. The man was a brother in arms to Narfa but this sword wasn't for the man himself, it was for his funeral. A weapon he could take with him to Beornskald, the valkyri afterlife for the man had died in battle against raiders that had tried to get at the metal stockpiles of Tháinbroek's smith quarter, but Narfi along with his fellow berserkers and the cities guards had stood against them and repelled the attack.

He had been awake for hours and many more passed as hammering blow after hammering blow rained down upon the forming steel and as night was approaching the blade was quenched in oil. As he waited for the process to finish he stepped outside and allowed the breeze cool his body down, he wore nothing over his upper body and combed back his long charcoal black hair and breathed in the fresh cold air and then headed back inside.
He had been working for 36 standard hours in a marathon smithing session he emerged to see the family of the deceased berserker wait for him outside his forge. To the wife he presented the sword that he had forged and with a bow of respect from both to one another they left him to rest. Like most nights Narfi slept in the house joined to his forge.

The next day he left the forge and headed out into the forest near Tháinbroek. He wore furs over his body and had an axe in his hand as he hunted for the animal that would become his meal for the next two days if he got a big enough animal.

[member="Mythos"]

 

[Mythos]

So far everything had proceeded nicely, the N-1 broke through the atmosphere of Midvinter easily and without much resistance to the natural force of the planets gravitational pull. Mythos smiled and eased his grip on the controls, very comfortable inside his old ship barreling down like a blazing golden comet in the direction of what looked to be the outskirts of a massive city from the canopies of the clouds. Mythos however... had miscalculated a very important detail in his plan to arrive in the planet. If the fallen king had done some research at all he would know that Midvinter sported atmospheric winds that would shake a packed gunship with all its thrusters engaged. When the gust of wind hit the N-1, it was the only significant blast of wind it needed to create a very serious situation.

One boom and a large shake brought the starfighter totally out of alignment and control. Mythos clenched his teeth and gripped the controls expertly yet the stalwart grimace on his face showed he was not phased. With several switches he brought the N-1 Ion engines to bare aiming straight down to catch the momentum of the stafighter and bring it under contoll but another gust of wind bashed against the hull making control of the light craft near impossible... But Mythos always said there is nothing impossible for he who tries.

"Common sweetheart, lets make a landing to impress"

Mythos pulled hard on the lever, the starfighter executed a barrel roll to get some drag and stall the ship. HUD was on, about three thousand miles from surface impact and descending. When the nose of the fighter pointed down Mythos flashed his pearly whites inside the cockpit as he yanked back on the controls and brought the beautiful nabooian starfighter to soar through the land of Midvinter to gaze upon it for the first time.
"by the stars...."

It opened like images on a book, the city he could not make out but the tallest buildings and the halls he could, the mountains whose peaks appeared to stretch to the very stars and the beautiful white coated land in the bottom. He could not help but take in the view of the planet while picking a place to land... so far he had not been hailed on comms or been reached by a starfighter interception from planetary security.

Confident, the fallen king made his way to the lands of Thainborek, in the outskirts of the city miles into the wilderness. The N-1 starfighter was perhaps the first of its kind to make its way to these lands, when it landed it did so in a desolate snow covered marsh that reminded Mythos a bit too much of his initiation as a Sith Knight years ago. Popping open the canopy and scouting his surroundings Mythos made mental notes of the locations, landmarks and fauna as he carefully covered his stafighter with snow, an annoying task, but one that needed to be done. After he did so... Mythos was heading to what seemed to be large pasture of some sort of herd creature by the tracks. Taking a bite out of some rations, a large swig of water and lighting a deathstick for the cold that crept up his body... the Fallen king began wandering through Midvinter... unknown to what he could find.

[member="Narfi Hróðson"]

 

[Théodred Heavenshield]

He gave his left shoulder a bit of a heave. The young boar that lay over it was heavy and ungainly to carry but Théo would be able to manage. He had been out hunting, with bow and quiver and had killed this boar to bring home to the Grand Hall for supper. He had been here on Midvinter for a little time now, training in the art of the long sword with his grand father, the King, [member="Thrand Dawnbringer"]. He had grown considerably, due to his thick blood of the Valkyri, Théo is throw back to the ancient people, with a smattering of the Corellian of his mother. With all this, his promotion to knighthood, his physical development had placed Théo, not a boy, but not yet a man.

The sound of a ship approached from behind him, the air echoed the sound of it louder then anywhere else, thick with the crisp cold air. Théo turned to watch as it flew over his head and headed toward Tháinbroek. It was a ship he did not recognise, very few every come to Midvinter and when they do, it mostly Sanctum. Naturally the young man's curiosity is raised and coming out of the forest onto the plains that lead up to the capital's gates, he saw a man climbing out. A stranger ..

Lucky for the man he had not landed the ship on the plain, but to the side of it else there would be hell to pay. Before the gates of Tháinbroek is the battle field on which mother and father had fought with the King to regain the Throne. No one is allowed to set foot on it.

As he approached, he sensed something different about this man. There is darkness there, yet not. The force making the hairs on his prickle, trying to inform him of something yet he can't quite grasp the meaning, but caution was a message he had received. "Good day stranger", he spoke up as he approached the man, and the swirling tendril of smoke that issued from his mouth.

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[member="Narfi Hróðson"] | [member="Mythos"]​

 

[Mythos]

Few steps from the ship and Mythos realized exactly how cold this place was, the wind blew almost constantly freezing the blood in the veins of the most stalwart warrior. Mythos shrank himself into the fur coat and threw in his back his bag with supplies. The city gates looked quite interesting and eventually he would have to visit the halls but that was not the reason Mythos came to Midvinter... he came to this planet to become stronger, faster, bigger and powerful enough to stand against masters of the force even without it... a tall order.

When the smoke cleared from his lips and his eyes gazed through the snow he could make the image of a young lad, eyes of blue, striking a bit nostalgia of a recognizable face. Instinctively Mythos thought of an ambush and attuned his senses to his surroundings but when he saw the massive boar the young lad dragged behind him the thought of a sneak attack seemed quite unlikely. Mythos relaxed, walked forward to the young man who greeted him and flicked off the deathstick to the ground as he stepped on it and crushed it beneath his boot to the sizzle of dying spices.

"Good day to you lad" He said in his most fatherly voice, often reserved only for Kida yet he was no longer a sith... he bore no evil intentions coming to Midvinter, a gift to see things in a new light and find a new purpose. First thing, he needed shelter far away from prying eyes who may recognize him as the ancient king of Atrisia. This young man, seemingly a local to his eyes, would know of a place with a roof,or at least so he thought. "and a good catch, you must be skilled with the bow and the hunt... " Mythos turned to look at the steps of the city gates, no railings and seemingly falling over the bottom of an endless fall. The sight caught his mind for a long time and Mythos found himself entranced by the land he stepped on.
Pacing beside the young lad Mythos took care to hide his lightsaber and weapons from sight, uncovered his hood to let the young man gaze upon his features and gave him a smile of confidence. "My name is Durin, i come from Naboo, i seek shelter, hunt and perhaps work" He stated, his smile never leaving his lips. Fake name for obvious reasons, yet Mythos had the feeling the young man was no threat, yet he could never be too certain... not a sith anymore... but their habits were hard to kick.

[member="Théodred Heavenshield"] [member="Narfi Hróðson"]

 

[Théodred Heavenshield]

The man is large for an Offworlder, akin to the brave men of Midvinter. Although Theo is cautious because there are those that still hold grudges toward the King and his family, one never knows true alliance. But he senses no ill will from him. He casts a glance to the boar on his shoulder, "Aye, I learned to hunt as soon as I was old enough to pick up a bow". He had even trained a couple of Jedi females, not that they were any good, it is an art learned over time.

"It will feed the family well enough tonight. My name is Theo", again caution and his name is common enough on this planet. Theo looked toward the gates of Thainbroek, and nodded his head toward them. "You will find shelter behind the gates, it would not fair you well to stay out here in the night". He began to walk the path leading to the open main gates.

"What is your trade?", he asked, maybe he could help the man. "Come, I will show you to an Inn". Plenty of good mead halls that will accommodate a good stranger that trades well. "Oh by the way, you better have items to barter with, credits account for nothing on Midvinter".

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[member="Mythos"] | [member="Narfi Hróðson"]​

 

[Mythos]

Walking in step with the young lad Mythos was hesitant to enter the gates but his invitation was well intended, it seemed extremely rude to Mythos to deny such hospitality. He did brace himself for the walk, the steps of the gates had no railings and one misstep would mean certain death. "I use the blaster myself but ever since i met an uncanny friend the art of the bow intrigues me...perhaps you can teach me one day" Mythos said with a chuckle, always lighthearted and welcoming where he was a stranger. One step after the other the unlikely pair made their way to the gates of Thainborek and Mythos took his first steps towards the gates. "Bloody Chaos... has anyone ever fallen?" Mythos said jokingly,he remembered Ophidia and how she taught him to fear no obstacle and no death this was no different than her many training sessions akin to barreling down straight to a machine-gun nest.

Once he got his balance and glanced towards the young man he noticed the extremely large boar and how no human alive of his age without the aid of telekinesis would be able to lift such an animal so casually. "Thank you for your aid young Theo, as for my trade..." Mythos smiled and offered his hand to help with the boar. "I am wanderer, storyteller, i have traveled through the galaxy and been at the halls of Kings as well as the mud of wars... places where credits count for nothing and places where they are the only thing that matter... I have eaten with Hutts and with slaves, dined with kings and with soldiers..." His words were sincere, delivered with a calm tone as the wind blew his golden locks and his eyes locked to the baby blue eyes of his companion. He sighed in memory of his deeds before he continued and a melancholic and nostalgic aura sorrounded him, one of sorrow and shame but filled with the hope of redemption.

"Now my journey has brought me here to Midvinter, a place i know nothing of save for the legends of your warriors and the grandmaster of the silver Jedi" His tone when he mentioned Thurion was filled with the excitement of adventure, he hoped perhaps he would see the warrior once again and speak to him as he spoke to master Tann, secretly and not even admitting it to himself, it was part of the reason he landed in the northern planet.

The pendant his daughter gave him hung around his neck a daux cat carved from good wood and a goodluck charm, he grasped it as he remembered her and how he wished she could be here.... but her saftey came first. "What about you young master Theo? what is your trade?"

[member="Théodred Heavenshield"] [member="Narfi Hróðson"]

 

[Narfi Hróðson]

A resounding laughter began to eminate from the forest as a massive boar came barreling out of it with an axe embedded in it's back. From the axes handle was a rope tied tightly and that lead to Narfa's hands, who, for lack of a better word, was having a blast as he used his dinner to ease his passage back to the gates as he utilized a half log as a makeshift snowboard. When the enraged boar was about to run passed the gates and to some other place it counted as safer, Narfi jumped off the log and landed solidly on his feet and then tugged on the rope. The large boar, the easily the size of a small horse, was yanked back and lost it's footing as it fell down and tried to get back up.

When it got back up it found Narfa's hands grasping it, the right on one of it's protruding tusks and the other around it's neck. With a hearty pull and twist, the boar fell down dead after a loud crack could be heard as he broke it's neck. A wide smile on his lips and a triumphant shout to the heavens in celebration in the ancient Runian tongue of the Valkyri. "Hvað seigjirðu Odiir? Nógu gott fyrir guði, ekki satt?!" With that he retrieved his axe and put it on his belt, rolled the rope and hung it around the axe before finally with a mighty pull, he placed the boar over his broad shoulders and he walked up to the steps of Tháinbroek. As he walked up the steps he noticed [member="Mythos"] and [member="Théodred Heavenshield"]. He smiled widely to the boy as he patted his shoulder. "Good catch lad, worthy of your grandfathers hunts at your age. Maybe you'll start using your hands next time hm?" He joked with a wry grin.

Most Valkyri in the capital knew who Théodred was and relatively how he looked like but few but the berserkers were as brazen and boastful with anyone, be they beggar or royalty as they respected the strength of others and skill in battle. While Narfi wasn't the strongest or most skilled of the berserkers he was in relatively good standing with them as he was one of the few blacksmiths in their ranks and he was undoubtedly among the best ones.
After his joking remark to the young lad he looked towards Mythos. "Hver er þetta?" He then asked the lad about the stranger, though he towered over both of them easily, with Théodred coming up to half his height.


Runian translation (you're also learning Icelandic XÞ)
Hvað seigjirðu Odiir? Nógu gott fyrir guði, ekki satt?! = What do you say Odiir? Worthy of the gods, wouldn't you say?!
Hver er þetta? = Who's this?

 

[Théodred Heavenshield]

A light-hearted laugh fell from Théo's lips at the idea of someone falling over the edge of the path, to his knowledge no one had but a quick glance down the side he had to wonder how himself. Although a fall would be hard and a long tumble, he suspected they would survive it due to the constant bed of snow. He then felt the weight of the boar lighten somewhat, as the stranger grabbed hold of the back of it. Although a young boar that had not reached it's fullest it was heavy, but Théo did not use the force but his brute natural strength.

"Bards make a good trade around these parts, the lack of entertainment other then mead is always welcome. A good story will get you accommodation and a good meal for the night in any of the Halls". He said knowing the Mead Halls to be a good place to warm but also comes with the inevitable fight at the end of the night when men and women become drunk.

Théo gave the man a good look over as he spoke of experience of war and battles, he looked to Théo like a warrior of old and did not doubt his word, but when he mentioned his father, Théo stopped. "You know .. Prince Heavenshield?", he asked, and the question of 'his trade' forgotten.

But at this point, no questions would be answered, a man he had seen many times around Tháinbroek approached complimenting on the kill. "Aye, thank you, he was hard to track and almost took my leg off with a charge before I put an arrow through his skull". One of the things about being known within the capital as the grandson of the King and Prince of Midvinter, and especially since Théo had born here and has run the streets from the day he would walk, is that he is recognisable. As the continued along the dirt streets many Valkyri would stop and bow to the young prince. Some of the children that knew him and played with him over the years waved and yelled out their greetings, to which Théo would return salutations.

"My grandfather is going to be surprised, he expects me to bring home a rabbit".

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[member="Mythos"] | [member="Narfi Hróðson"]​

 

[Mythos]

The young lad proved to Mythos his assumption, his first assumption that is, that he was indeed force sensitive for otherwise lifting such an animal alone would be the task of men like.. well men like the one who came riding on a beast of twice the size. Mythos turned his face and regarded his entry with a keen eye, never one to fully leave himself unprepared for a fight, yet it was when the man killed the beast and then proceed to pick it up and carry it over his head that Mythos began to understand the first thing about the native people of Midvinter and why a single blow from the grandmaster felt like a durasteel tube, it was not the force, or was it?

"Either we live in a land of force masters.... or you are all as strong as the strongest wookie" Mythos thought that fact unnerving, a single fight to pick here would require all his skill,without the force it could even be deadly. He could withstand a blaster bolt or even more when he had his power but now he had to be much more careful and cunning. Suddenly the young man stopped and turned to him.
Mythos simply smiled and raised his confident eyebrow and confident demeanor. "I never knew he was royalty, only that he is the grandmaster Heavenshield of the Silver Jedi." He shrugged feigning ignorance, then said "Good folk from what i hear... i might have a story or two about him and his wife fighting side by side" and that he did, above most things Mythos was well educated in the history of the galaxies greatest battles and its protagonists and or antagonists, not a storyteller by trade but by the love of the art.
Mythos had noticed how others acknowledged him, and how others regarded him in very eerie familiar way... Nobility, a task and title he bore for too long, a task and title he no longer wished to posses, a position and a class he sought to distance himself from in the most dramatic way possible for in Mythos' mind he no longer had need or desire for vast armies or riches and his mind was set on another purpose. Mythos looked into his eyes, eyes now devoid of yellow flame and the corruption of the dark side that hinted with bloodlust and a red ink, but his natural dark eyes he could not remember having. He now had to think, tell the boy a lie? or tell him the truth and risk an awkward or revealing audience that might put his mission and the life of his family in peril?

He eyes gestured higher, apparently what the young lad considered to be mild of weight was not so mild to regular humanoids. Something nagged at Mythos, something he thought he needed to ask. The huge man who carried the beast in his back was speaking to someone or something as the slid down... "Who is Odiir?"
[member="Théodred Heavenshield"] [member="Narfi Hróðson"]

 

[Narfi Hróðson]

"Well it's always good to surprise the old man then eh. I'm sure he'll like the hunt's story too." Narfi said with a smile at [member="Théodred Heavenshield"] before he looked at [member="Mythos"], his question baffled him a little. "Odiir is the elder god and ruler of the gods..." He seemed to be about to say something when he figured that he was talking to an outsider and as such the question was a valid one. Noticing how heavy Mythos was becoming Narfi smiled and placed his hand on his shoulder, a heavy blow to humans but a light tap for Valkyri. "If you're going to stay you'll have to get some muscles little man, won't do you any good here on Midwinter if you're not strong."

With that he simply laughed in a hearty manner and gave Théodred the same tap on the shoulder as he had given Mythos. "Too bad you can't drink Lad, the Bersekers haven't had a royal drinking buddy in ages." He said before he Laughed and began to head up the stairs. "Come now before night falls and you both freeze out here. That and the beastes that come out at night won't let a meal like you, outsider, get away." Narfi had a wide smile as he began to walk up the steps, having been able to hold the boar steady on his shoulders with one hand while he stood still but now he used both to hold it still as he made his way up the stairs to Tháinboek. In Narfi's mind the fact the young Théodred was able to hunt such a beast at his age was a good sign for his future and his reputation around the capital would make it easy for Narfi to come to the conclusion that he would make a strong and wise king to the Valkyri, but a little inexperienced now, if anything happened to his grandfather and father.

 

[Théodred Heavenshield]

Theo gave the man known as Narfi a respectful bow of the head, the Bersekers are stuff of legend and may of their stories are told through the carvings of the Grand Hall. All Valkyri have this disposition in varying degrees, even young Theo although more controlled because of training as Jedi. But not one Valkyri escapes the blood and the lust for the fight when the Horn blows.

"One day I would be honoured to drink at your table", he said dropping all pretenses. Narfi was right they needed to get behind the gates before the night descended, the creatures of the surrounding forests would stir and seek their sup in whatever form it would take. "But for now, this man known as Durin", he indicated to Mythos, "Is in need of shelter and work and we have boar to gut, if it to prove the evenings meal".

The men and boy would enter the gates, the guards inclining their heads as Theo passed through them. He will never get used to this, the constant reverence to his station as it grates against the teachings of the Jedi. It is part of the reason why his father will not ascend the throne, Thurion along with his wife, is not interested in taking the crown, besides there is another that will. With the recent reunion of two brother separated in childhood, uncle Thyrian is the rightful heir. Naturally, Thurion and Coci will be of the royal household as well as their children, that is enough for this family.

"You have heard of Lord Heavenshield?", Theo turned to Mythos. "He is both and I am his son".

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[member="Narfi Hróðson"] | [member="Mythos"]​

 

[Mythos]

The walk itself was a workout to Mythos, the boar was at least as heavy as a young nerf plus the extra packs of rations and weapons added to the extra weight... he however, pushed forward forcing his body to push itself to new limits. "Aye, i learn quickly, but i cant become as strong as either of you, i don't think its anatomically possible." Mythos said with a chuckle while he walked behind the prince through the city and began to understand the importance of the young lad who was with them.Every person who bowed before him or offered him greetings did so as they did to Mythos in Atrisia, with reverence and submission. Mythos again, pretended he did not notice so as to not make the young lad uncomfortable with his questions that might seem like prying. When the pair mentioned the creatures of the night Mythos fought hard to keep quiet, as a man who had survived the nights of Korriban and ventured into the tomb of Naga Sadow he feared absolutely nothing that could hide in the shadows. He did not boast of it, he would leave those tales for his stories in what they called the "Mead Hall"

"Elder God? and ruler of the Gods?" Mythos began his question pursing his lips and just now noticing the carvings upon the walls that depicted hunts and great warriors. Mythos was never a spiritual man, he believed in nothing but the force as a religion. "I will have to learn of Odiir, perhaps it is he who will hold the secret to becoming stronger" Mythos said with a confident smile as he made his way with his unlikely companions through the gates and into the city.

The boy confirmed Mythos' suspicions but he would have never guessed he was in the presence of the son of the very man who he had fought at Lujo, the man who spared his life and in exchange for Mythos' honor granted him a second chance at life and released him from the bonds of the dark side and the sith. "You are the son of Master heavenshield and his wife?" Mythos said with a quiet tone, he thought for a while what to say about the revelation. "You do have their heart, most royals would never offer such hospitality personally to a stranger like myself."

Mythos thought of his alchemical weapons and his black core lightsaber for a moment, if those weapons were revealed to the young man he might be intelligent enough to put the missing pieces of the puzzle together and figure out that Durin was really Mythos, Thurion would know him by just looking... and Mythos could not imagine the reaction of the Grandmaster of having a former Sith in Midvinter. Mythos came to the conclusion that, if he lied the boy and then the truth was found out in another way it would put Mythos in a possibly worse situation contrary if he just told the truth...

"Truth it is then lad..." He whispered under his breath. He turned to Theo and laid forth his offer. "Young lad, if you would do me the honor of joining the meal i would be honored to tell you my story"

[member="Théodred Heavenshield"] [member="Narfi Hróðson"]

 

[Narfi Hróðson]

With that Narfi Smiled a little. "Well If you vouch for the man Thédred, Durin you are welcome to stay with me while you look for an inn to stay at. Same goes for you lad if you wish to share your bounty with us." He said with a his wide smile still on his face, after all he had a good catch that would feed him for the next few day's, which gave him plenty of time for weapons practice with the other berserkers and time in his forge. With the Question about Odiir Narfi had to chuckle. "Odiir isn't the path to becoming stronger. He is the one that created Midwinter. However I'm no priest so they could explain it better." He explained, though he didn't worship Odiir himself, Narfi did worship his son Teign, the god of smithing and crafting said to have crafted the first Valkyri out of Midwinters ice.

When he saw that [member="Mythos"] was leaning in to whisper to [member="Théodred Heavenshield"], Narfi simply took his leave, leaving behind an address for where to find his home and forge. To him it looked like Mythos was going to say something private to Théodred and Narfi wasn't one to pry into others people business.

 

[Théodred Heavenshield]

Both of the men intrigued him. Although he had heard of the smith, Narfi he did not have the pleasure of meeting him before this. There was something strange about the man that called himself Durin. A lick of the force had been around him at one point but for some reason Theo could not grasp why or what had happened. Yet he seemed to know father and mother and so Theo's curiosity was building to say the least.

"I would be honoured to feast with the both of you", he managed before Narfi returned to his home.

Once alone with Durin he turned to face him regarding the man in his entirety, "You have seen much it seems and know my parents, I would like to hear how". Theo shoved the boar over his shoulder once more to secure the hold. "But first I shall take my kill to the Grand Hall and deliver it to the kitchen. Grandfather is looking forward to the meal I think". Besides [member="Thrand Dawnbringer"] would be beginning to worry for his absence now.

"I do believe we should take up the offer of Narfi and sup with him, shall I meet you there?".

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[member="Narfi Hróðson"] | [member="Mythos"]​

 

[Mythos]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=scz2qcgZqDc

"Aye!" Mythos said enthusiastically, eager to make his way to the halls of the man who, to his eyes looked like a giant but when he looked back he was gone. Mythos looked baffled but shrugged it off. "He moves damn quick to be so big" the former sith added with a chuckle as he turned around to meet the young lad only to find that he too had already sped off into the great halls leaving him with that baffled expression again. Mythos sighed, realizing that it was the power of the force that kept him on par with warriors of such caliber and now, without it, he was just another man vulnerable to the tides of time and war... "I need to get training..." He said,more a challenge to himself than an actual statement.

Looking down he saw the address the big man set down, he could not understand it but it mattered not... He was determined not to use directions to arrive at his destination. Assassins... never used directions anyway. He pulled his cloth over his mouth, looked both ways and slipped in the crowds hoping to be unnoticed..

At first it was a brisk walk, then it turned into a full stride that banked street corners and ran along always, zip lining between the crafted walls of the city left and right almost seeming to defy gravity. His objective was to gain a vantage point and get sight of the big man he had just seen,not an easy task considering the man already had a very yards ahead and possibly mixed with crowds and the unfamiliar scenery.

One stride brought him to the roof a massive building and Mythos' grip... failed. He slipped. Tumbling down, several hundred feet he let his instincts guide him, the natural predatory human instincts that prevailed and had laid dormant for so long because he relied so much on the power of the force, the power... of the dark side. His boot touched on a metal prod in the shape of a dragon, backlipping to regain his balance, fear creeping into his veins as certain death awaited in the bottom of the fall Mythos tapped into the hunter that awoke in Dagobah, the instinct that told him, Kill or be killed, eat or be eaten... In this case... Jump or die.

So he did. The impulse sent him crashing through a window and then getting picked up by a larger man who screamed an unintelligible language.Before Mythos could even apologize, with a single hand the man sent him flying through the other window at the other side of the building but not before Mythos took one of his fingers as a souvenir. The screams of the man were drowned out by the fast approaching floor.

He landed on yet another man, this one even bigger than the one who threw him out. Mythos thought the man dead, no human could survive a one hundred and forty pound man falling on top of him from almost ten stories...but he forgot there were not human men. As he got up, rubbing the sore muscles from the fall, the man lifted himself up and bore his eyes down on Mythos, almost half his size... The man squared up.. This was going to be a nasty brawl...

 

[Narfi Hróðson]

As he walked through the streets of the capital he had to take a little detour to avoid the most traffic through the streets. Coming through an alley he noticed [member="Mythos"] in what seemed to be a very precarious situation. He thought of allowing Mythos to simply deal with it on his own but he remembered how frail humans were and mythos was a little pudgy which didn't bode well for him in Narfi's opinion. Walking up to the man he hailed him. "Góðan dagin Vinur. Gættirðu ekki bara sleppt þessum útlending? Hann er nýr, svo er auðvelt að sjá, en líttu á hann. Hann er feitur og ég efast um að það sé einhver heiður í því að berja á honum." He said with a smile and the man nodded in agreement before he looked at Mythos and grumbled at him before leaving. "Do all humans have this knack of getting into fights my friend?" Narfi then asked with a smirk and a knowing look of 'You owe me now' type of glint in his eyes.

[member="Théodred Heavenshield"]

Translation
Good day friend. Could you let this outsider go? He's new, so much is easy to see, but look at him. He's pudgy and I doubt there is much honor in beating him.


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WegeYTgV3B0

 

[Mythos]

Snapping his neck and locking eyes with his opponent Mythos dug down his boots and blew out the cold breath from his lungs in a visible way, it had been along time since he had seen his own breath leave his lips... the cold was catching up to him. There was no fear in him, yet there was a sense of dread, he knew without the force the odds were stacked against him but courage was not something this man lacked, it was his curse to be brash and reckless,never backing down from a single fight.

He put up his fists and arched his back for the first swing when he heard the voice of a man he was looking for. He quickly extended his palm in a gesture to stay back and let him handle this, but his opponent suddenly looked disinterested, not understanding a word but more than recognizing the body language of indifference Mythos turned himself to face his new ally with a bewildered look extending his arms out in a gesture of confusion. "I had that under control! I do not need your protection!" His tome came off much more standoffish than he wanted and he immediately regretted the words. He straightened himself, wiped off the snow and dirt from his gear and and caught his breath.

There was a pause, then a look to his friend and nod. "Yeah we do... but don't always drop from ceilings." He ended with a chuckle and proceeded to fall into step with his new found ally. Mythos just noticed one thing... he was cold, colder than he had ever been in his life... the coldest day ever but he damn sure went out of his way not to show it...
[member="Narfi Hróðson"] [member="Théodred Heavenshield"]

 

[Narfi Hróðson]

Narfi laughed a little hartely. "I'm sure you did but that man is know for his fist fighting skills. I'm sure you could have handled being set on your ass." He said with a teasing grin towards [member="Mythos"], before laughing again from his other reply. "Well come, come, Let's get us something to drink with this meal I caught and then we can go ahead and cook the damn thing." He said with a wide smile as he then patted his hand on Mythos's shoulder, as if telling him good job. "I'll give you one thing, You do not lack courage that is for sure. You keep that up and you'll end up in Beornskald when you die." This was a compliment from Narfa and even though he might not look it much, he always respected such courage to stand up to a bigger and stronger foe than oneself.

He did notice the breath from Mythos and moved through the streets taking shortcuts and the like until he came to the door of a tavern. Going inside were there was relatively warmer than the outside, Narfi headed straight to the keeper and they began to exchange words in their native tongue until Narfi removed the leg of the boar over his shoulder and in return he got a good sized keg. "Well then let's make our way back to my place to get some warmth in our bones shall we." He then said to Mythos with a wide smile. "Too bad [member="Théo Vhalorious"] had to leave, I'm sure the lad would have liked to have a good boar for dinner."

 

[Mythos]

Mythos made an effort to understand through his heavy and thick accent in basic to make out every word the bigger man said. Every corridor he passed and under snowfall took Mythos into a mentality of ambush once again, he did not trust, he was also a multi personality man that one second could shake your hand and the other be wary of your betrayal. Yet he was not above brotherhood and trust when earned, he nodded to the juggernaut as they made their way to what looked to be a massive bar. "Beornskald? " Mythos inquired with a raised eyebrow as the warmth of the hall entered through his bones.
It however... felt safe to be with a local of this size.. even if it was sorrounded by people twice his size.
"Some would say my courage and boldness is just well hidden stupidity. "

His eyes canned about the hall, eyeing and locating every single patron and keg for a hundred feet around, daggers, knives blades and blunt objects easy to reach kept the seasoned Sith on edge in every single second of his march inside the halls... he was tense, as always in crowded places. His defenses came down quickly when the Valkyri suddenly exchanged a leg of the hog for a flagon of golden mead. Now, Mythos was never much of a drinker in any extent of the word except for wine, however there was something about this mead that differed from the usual back water swill that circulated in the bars and trenches of the galaxy. He nodded to himself, looked over his shoulder with his hood down and followed the man back to the cold... back the blizzard outside that always seemed to rage in the lands of Midvinter...
[member="Narfi Hróðson"]​