Small Realities

Inside the mind of Lance Schonberg

Thorvald’s Wyrd 086

Thorvald didn’t wait for the giant to attempt attack or for Icewind to exert some new control over the creature.  He a quick and silent prayer, as he threw the axe with his full strength.  It turned end over end twice before the crescent struck the giant diagonally across its forehead.

The blue glow disappeared from its eyes as they slid from Thorvald’s sight.  For a long, sticky moment, he watched the lifeless giant topple and slam into the ground, spraying blood and ice crystals.  The axe haft pointed into the sky, a long finger thrust at the pole star.

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