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

[Narfi Hróðson]

"Well courage is just the fools way of not running away some say." Narfi replied as they made their way outside and he lead [member="Mythos"] through the living areas and towards were the forges were. "Beornskald is the Valkyri afterlife, we go there if we die honorably in battle or have done great deeds during our lives." He then explained to his first question, with a slight chuckle at the end. Making his way to the large door that lead to his own personal forge/house, the doors swinging open as the blizzard had picked up and hard gusts of wind were now battering the pair.

However once Inside the warmth was very noticeable from the warmth of the tavern, where the warmth there was comfortable to the cold liking Valkyri this was a house kindled to the liking of a human as the sparkling forge could be heard from one end of it. "Well then home sweet home as you off worlders sometimes say." Narfi said with a big grin as he moved to place the mead in storage while he prepared the boar to be eaten, throwing what couldn't be eaten into the forge to stoke the fires a little.

 

[Mythos]

Humbling experience... to say the least. A Man who was former emperor, raised in a wealthy family of a wealthy planet now a guest in another mans house. "You have a wonderful home here... any children? Wife?" He asked, sincerity dripping from his voice as the rucksack dropped next to a bench that looked to be carved by hand, a quality very rare in a galaxy where factories and mass manufacture is the norm. Mythos realized that... he was and Valkyr in general were a religious bunch, the idea of life after death other than the force which now could not possibly concern him... he was severed now... he could not hope for a life in the force if he died in this instant... the thought shook him to the core.

Mythos did not linger on the thought, he shook himself out of the trance making sure his weapons remained hidden from the eyes of his host to the best of his ability especially his lightsaber and the rudis by bundling them in a leather wrap of terentatek hide. He wondered if his guest would recognize the animal at any extent, it was what remained of some of the skin taken from a beast slain by him and his long lost friend Erebos... Mythos wondered if he would ever see him again every time he took his coat out to the field. He packed his weapons neatly and enjoyed the warmness of the Hubble of the craftsman, he took in the carvings and the walls of the room that were absolutely foreign to him as if stepping back into the distant past... as an Archaeologist... he loved the idea of new cultures. Assimilating to this one would prove interesting... if nothing else.

"Life after death huh?.. sounds awfully optimistic"



[member="Narfi Hróðson"]

 

[Narfi Hróðson]

Narfi let out a booming and rumbling chuckle. "No, no wife or child. Though I would like to have one, but we berserkers aren't highly considered for husband material." He said with his chuckle as he patted [member="Mythos"]'s shoulder and moved to sit down next to the small fire in the middle of the house to be used for cooking. When he sat down he began to put a large metal rod through a large part of the boar that he had cut of and was beginning to spit roast it over the fire in the middle of the room.

"Tell me though Mythos what made you come to Midwinter?" He asked as he gestured to Mythos to sit at the chair on the other side of the cooking fire. He was quite curious about the outside galaxy at large as he had grown to feel Midwinter was too small for him now.

 

[Mythos]

Mythos sat comfortably on the other side of the fireplace, the heat warming his extremities comfortably for the first time since he arrived in the frozen planet. He carefully positioned himself so the alchemical rudis of the dark lord, was not visible at any angle where his host sat. A smile on his face, as the conversation turned a tad mundane, yet it was a welcome change of pace to contrast the eternal vigilance and warring he endured on a day to day bases around the galaxy. Training, fighting, running... a time for being normal was welcome to say the very least. On his question he decided to be honest... at least partially so.

"I came to Midvinter because the only man to ever defeat me in combat at full strength and then spared my life, lives here... " He said, his eyes staring at the brazen fire and only now noticing that the steel made in this very house was far too similar to the sword Thurion himself used. This gave Mythos pause to consider... perhaps a new weapon. "I came here to be stronger, to train, to fight along side your people and to learn of your ways... i was born in Naboo, i have fought in many battles and many wars across the galaxy..."

He looked at his guest, a smile slowly creeping onto his lips. "I never stop training, i am constantly looking for a way to get stronger... that quest has brought me here, home of the greatest warrior i have ever seen"

[member="Narfi Hróðson"]

 

[Narfi Hróðson]

At that Narfi's face grew a smile, a smile with what seemed a tinge of madness. "Well then you've come to the right place. The berserkers are the greatest warriors on Midwinter, if you want to train I'm sure I can accommodate it." He said before he leaned in a little so that the fire's light danced eerily on his face. "Just make sure you don't regret taking the offer hm?" He said his smile more mad than kind due to the light but then he simply leaned back and continued to cock the boar part.

[member="Mythos"] certainly was an interesting character to Narfa but when it came down to it he couldn't figure out who he spoke of as there were a few Valkyri that left Midwinter and most were fantastic warriors in their own right. As such finding out who he spoke of was impossible, not to mention the ominous feeling Narfi got when Mythos spoke of himself at full strength.

 

[Mythos]

Their eyes met under the fire and a tingle of shared madness sparked like lightning when the pair realized that they were both two wings of the same bird. Warriors... killers and bone crushers. Souls of war and battle.... enemies or allies bond was shared in blood and fire, or in this case fire and food. The meat was like nothing Animus had ever tasted, strong yet juicy and delicious when well cooked and the mead was unlike any swill in the galaxy. The home was a home for men like him and here he sought to train and hone his body and skills to fight one day like a true warrior of the Midvinter clans. Or so was his hope.... The air beat inside the room with a chill but it was met with the hearth ablaze that halted its icy reach from bothering the warriors. The night grew dark but the lights of the aurora sky lit the snowy hills like a Nabooian parade. It was a beautiful world... harsh... but beautiful.

Mythos looked into the eyes and mad grin of the warrior that sat on the opposite side of him, munching down a leg of meat twice the size of his and sized him up. Nodded to himself and to Narfi... a grim realization that training most likely would mean death, but then again so did everything else he did for a living. "Aye... I'll make sure of that. Death has a hard time with this one" Mythos said,pointing at his chest with his thumb and smiling right back at the warrior in front of him. "I won't disappoint... or if i do, i promise my death will at least be amusing" Mythos said giving a rumbling laugh and raising his glass of mead in a cheer. He had a feeling this pair would result in calamity... for his enemies or for himself? That was yet in question.


[member="Narfi Hróðson"]