Showing posts with label Scandinavia. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Scandinavia. Show all posts

Monday, July 14, 2014

Scandinavian: The Splinter

Long ago, there was a young man who saw strange things through one eye. He couldn’t be sure whether they were real or not. Among his visions was that of a maiden pleading for help in a dark cave, and it always troubled him. He finally came upon a wise old man and asked if he could explain anything; the old man told him that he had a troll splinter in his eye. In the days of old, trolls roamed the lands during nighttime, and they all had splinters in their eyes that caused them to see everything in a distortional manner, confusing what was foul for fair things. When the legendary day came in which numerous trolls turned to stone after a brave lad tricked them into seeing the sunlight, the splinters were scattered far and wide, and some settled into people’s own eyes. Our hero was now confused, for though now he understood things better, still he was troubled about the vision of the maiden.

            One day a wandering boy arrived to the village, claiming he was searching for his twin sister, who had been captured by a troll. When the young man saw him, he realized that the girl in his visions was this boy’s sister, due to the striking resemblance.  He offered the boy his help, revealing why. They set off together to the mountains, using the splinter visions for clues, until they reached the troll cave and managed to get inside through cracks in the stone. After much cautious searching, trying to venture unseen, they found the boy’s sister. However, the troll had scented them and began to track them down. Our hero used his wit to lure the troll outside, taking advantage of this for the three of them to escape, and the troll immediately burst into stone. The trio celebrated, and got in the cave to take with them some of the treasures. They returned to the village with the good news and encouraged the people to take the remaining riches in the empty cave. Soon after the twins returned home, and their family rejoiced and set up a celebration. But as the night lights shone upon the swirling colors of the party dresses, the two brothers were puzzled to see now and then that there were ugly, tasteless decorations put up.

Sunday, July 13, 2014

SUPER QUICK TEASER SCANDINAVIA (I can't think of anything else) (also the adventures of the two russian dorks part 2)



Godforsaken I have been.
 Soulless, mindless, ever sing.
 When will I ever know
Where the passed men shall go

“Next time,” berated Ivan, “I pick where we’re eating.”
“How was I supposed to know she wanted to eat our flesh?”  Vasilisa rebutted.  “Most people don’t go from lavender enthusiasts to freaking cannibals.”
“All I’m saying is that summoning magicks are… unreliable.  Let’s stick to good old hunting and gathering for now”
“Yeah, right” said Vasilisa rolling her eyes.  “Ivan the Hunter.  I think that title can be found in the dictionary, next to visible ghouls and friendly spiders”.
Ivan frowned at his friend.  “You, madam, are a woman of little faith.”
The pair continued wading through the marshland, the humidity choking them ever slowly.  Eventually they found their way out and came across a violet river.  As they followed the path upstream, Ivan spotted a waterfall.
“See?” he said, pointing to the top of the waterfall.  “Salmon, perfectly healthy and ready to catch”
“Ivan, wait.  Don’t you hear that?”
“Hear what?”
The waterfall drummed steadily.  Slowly, a melancholy melody rose out of the water.
“What’s that supposed to be?” asked Ivan.
“A Fossegrim” Visilisa answered grimly.