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Thorvald’s Wyrd 083

The last giant stood, resting only a little weight on the hamstrung leg.  Its eyes glowed with blue fire.  Thorvald’s eyes narrowed and he steeled himself to resist the despair Icewind would offer.

“You fight very well.”  The words dripped mead.  “My wolves you destroyed to the last and here you now stand against three strong giants with two already dead.  Surely there has never been so great a warrior.  What other mortal could have done this?”

The warmth of pride filled Thorvald’s guts even as he prepared to defend himself.  Had not the All Father himself complimented his strength?

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2 thoughts on “Thorvald’s Wyrd 083

  1. Another mythic, epic battle! Great stuff. I love the frost giants. 🙂

    • I felt bad about the frost giants when I first wrote the sequence. Still do, a little. Any kind of enslavement or abuse gets my back up, even if it serves the story.

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