User:Mscoree/A Story

A story.

Chapter One
A man named Olfór, of the mountains Klag and Heimædotr: a son of Wal Walohdson and one of Jarnger Fjǫrmsormr's daughters, arrived in the salhall of Havod, a great fortress on a cloud capped coast of towns and fjord, where water reached and washed stone monuments. It was the hall of the one true king in Idrygland, whose lineage was undisputed and far reaching, from a house of Ótyr's children; that of Yydgerok. He towers over man, a giant of ice whose black beard hung low. His kingdom had not been at war in years, but his hands remained strong, for he was a devourer of old times. Songs sang of his many deeds, as a great sea warrior who smashed serpents and sank men's ships with his fist. Thus it was true that men bowed to the great Eýsgir, King of Idrygland in Havod.

There was no cheer in the hearts of those who attended his court as convicts, for their fate was already decided by mankind's gods. Eýsgir was wise and could detect the deeds of feeble men who sought nothing but evil and those who sought gold. There was a dark curse in the heart, that whispered to its host in those days, compelling mankind to set fire to kingdoms and woods, a dark shadow that hung over the great coast and the many rocks west of it. It was darkness that made times difficult, and forced men to steal and cheat one another, mere products of evil; others were servants. Eýsgir knew this, and thus they called him arbitrator above all others.

And so many thief who were caught were allowed to live long enough to be judged, and it was his judgement that was fair. They said the baker had looked away when they stole from the king's goods, for he felt sympathetic to the starving, and it controlled the people during the war. Authority thought nothing of it, if its very act created their power. But now in peace only anger was created. The baker was taken in the darkness of night and tortured until dawn, but refused to speak and incriminate the thief, leaving them to the judgement alone.

Olfór Walsson was a different thief, not of grain or gold, but of the clan. He had ran away with Bergljot Uvarsdatter in the hopes that Uvar of Kraagh House would lend his daughter in marriage. This fate however would never come to fruition however. And now he was last to appear before the giant and be judged. First he spoke this:

"My king Eýsgir of the seas and the rock, lord of Havod who has justly agreed to view me today, hark as I speak. Bergljot and I sought to be married in open and good faith. Although I was not a rich man or a noble man, I was a virtuous one, and I worked as if a son of Kraagh during times of invasion. We were to be married, but before the deed could be done I fear her father was poisoned by the darkness of night, tainted to do bad things and seek nefarious ends. He expelled me, forcing my love and I to disappear for a time. Or so we hoped, but it was her father who ended his own daughter's life to stop us. She was my only love, slain my an evil spirit, not I. He, Uvar Rohbsson, Kraagh his house, curse his deed!"

Eýsgir knew in his wisdom that of the truth, and it was recited excellently before him. It was clear and sampled by his court, but although hinted, could not be accepted. This truth was too great, Eýsgir knew, and so he had no choice but to sentence the boy, as Uvar looked on. Finally he spoke slowly:

"Be it love or be it darkness, the blessing of his house was not upon you. Even if innocent I fear for your life, truly that is death itself, the life you live. Henceforth I banish you for a period of three years from this kingdom. Leave now and by tomorrow do not return, by penalty of death. You will go to Osðreyjar and live as you please."

The words of Eýsgir rang throughout the hall, the mighty fortress, where the ocean and seas washed against its walls, and Olfór was made to leave the mountains of Klag and Heimædotr, departing for an unknown land.