Lord Commander
Location: Tháinbroek Midvinter The Howlin Wolf Brewery
Some would say that Midvinter was a far away place to go for a drink, those people never had the Godly mead that was made only here in this corner of the galaxy. Mythos had lived here in hermitage for many years without the force just fighting and surviving in the wilds with Kida his daughter and Groom his hound but every once in a while he would emerge from the forest and hills of the frozen tundra that was Northen Midvinter to come here to the capital of the planet to enjoy himself and have one good beer. Boy what good mead it was... Valkiry were a noble people and stronger than even wookies, what they lacked in technology and scientific marvel they made up for in craftsmanship and fighting prowess.
More than once Mythos found himself on the bad end of a beating here but after a few years of eating like them and living like them he started to hit back and the giant men of Midvinter started to know the name Durin Torok the hermit with the metal ship. He had the pleasure of meeting Theodred, son of Thurion and the respect he had for the old man as an adversary brought in an admiration for the culture and the strength of Valkyr.
It was getting late but this Inn never slept on the days of late winter, this hearth was the warmest thing around for miles, Mythos was on the unknown number of mead horns drank but now the time had come to honor the Gods. Horns raised and mead poured like heavenly mist starchy brown in color and golden as well, he had a lady whose home was his abode for the next few days... but alas... even this trip was business related.
He was here to meet Khol, leader of the clans of the north to offer them a chance to raid and bring spoils back to Midvinter, to die in war or bring glory and treasures back to their hearths.
Khol was late... Mythos did not care. The mead was still flowing, the hearth was still warm, the women were still beautiful and the Beorni beside him still had warm fur. He made many friends here and never once had the reason to bring work here, work and buissness had no place in Midvinter but this day because of the necessity of raiders and warriors and due to the promise made to Taktul the son of Khol he would bring warriors out of Midvinter and into the galaxy then back.
For the longest time Mythos was glad Khol was not here yet and he actually hoped he would not even show up. Why? Why disturb the good food, the good mead and the only thing that he actual enjoyed since his resurrection?
If he died again, if he had one choice, he would die and go rest where the Valkyri rest.
Some would say that Midvinter was a far away place to go for a drink, those people never had the Godly mead that was made only here in this corner of the galaxy. Mythos had lived here in hermitage for many years without the force just fighting and surviving in the wilds with Kida his daughter and Groom his hound but every once in a while he would emerge from the forest and hills of the frozen tundra that was Northen Midvinter to come here to the capital of the planet to enjoy himself and have one good beer. Boy what good mead it was... Valkiry were a noble people and stronger than even wookies, what they lacked in technology and scientific marvel they made up for in craftsmanship and fighting prowess.
More than once Mythos found himself on the bad end of a beating here but after a few years of eating like them and living like them he started to hit back and the giant men of Midvinter started to know the name Durin Torok the hermit with the metal ship. He had the pleasure of meeting Theodred, son of Thurion and the respect he had for the old man as an adversary brought in an admiration for the culture and the strength of Valkyr.
It was getting late but this Inn never slept on the days of late winter, this hearth was the warmest thing around for miles, Mythos was on the unknown number of mead horns drank but now the time had come to honor the Gods. Horns raised and mead poured like heavenly mist starchy brown in color and golden as well, he had a lady whose home was his abode for the next few days... but alas... even this trip was business related.
He was here to meet Khol, leader of the clans of the north to offer them a chance to raid and bring spoils back to Midvinter, to die in war or bring glory and treasures back to their hearths.
Khol was late... Mythos did not care. The mead was still flowing, the hearth was still warm, the women were still beautiful and the Beorni beside him still had warm fur. He made many friends here and never once had the reason to bring work here, work and buissness had no place in Midvinter but this day because of the necessity of raiders and warriors and due to the promise made to Taktul the son of Khol he would bring warriors out of Midvinter and into the galaxy then back.
For the longest time Mythos was glad Khol was not here yet and he actually hoped he would not even show up. Why? Why disturb the good food, the good mead and the only thing that he actual enjoyed since his resurrection?
If he died again, if he had one choice, he would die and go rest where the Valkyri rest.
