I didn’t know what to expect when I left home. In retrospect, I think my pride may have gotten the best of me. It’s not that i think I deserve better. Many men fought and gave their lives to slay that ice worm. I mourn for the men and their families. I did what I had to do to end his destructive rampage, and I will accept my part of that burden. However, the implication that I mangled my leg in order to escape the service, it’s an unheard of insult. I could not stay in Alborg, resigned to more peaceful days and a quiet priesthood. I cannot abide by my rival’s sneering face as he goes to raids. I don’t wish to be coddled here. Thor has a mission for me, and I will seek it.
Traveling to the small church in Keflavik was supposed to bring me answers. However, it only gave me more questions. I kept out of the way for awhile, helping where I can. But it would seem that trouble has met me at the door, bringing his friend opportunity. A had a strange dream, or a prophecy perhaps, about a man in a pointed hat sweeping away horrid, warped creatures assaulting me. I awoke after taking his extended hand, and was branded with a rune. I consulted with the high priest about these matters, and while he could identify Odin and the runes, not much else was clear. While sitting in the chilling evening in an attempt to clear my thoughts, a group of rabblerousers showed up on the doorsteps of the church.
A Svart that seemed loathe to speak the common tongue, an Elf that seemed to wish to avoid being seen, a mermaid of all things, a red headed foreigner, and a woman that they claim is a Valkyrie. I know not why a Valkyrie would be in this town, but she’s got the winged horse to seem to back up her credentials. I suppose time will tell. They all born the same rune that I was marked with. They seemed to know a bit more about the runes than we did.
Apparently, the runes are a combination of Perth, Nauthiz, and Wunjo. Languages are not exactly my specialty, but being from the area and in the faith allows me to know a bit of it.
From what I understand of Perth, it can mean fellowship, the alteration of chance and good omens. But it can also mean chance and pertains to the norns. Fate, then, i suppose, will be a key element. I am to understand that it could also mean doom. Nauthiz, doing what must be done, or perhaps overcoming distress. Wunjo as i understand can be made to mean the strengthening of bonds and abolishing that which ruins trust. I can guess, at least, that Odin has a purpose for us, hand picked as a group. Perhaps we are to use our talents to banish this mist but also discover the true and primal forces behind it? I can surmise no others will do, as fate generally tends to be.
I respect the All-Father, but I am not one for riddles. I can buy into the strength of a group, but I would rather see how things play out as they go.
As for this group, perhaps my own trust will be challenged here. They seem to have more concern with money and experience than glory and good acts. But, I also suppose that I do not know them so well. Most are quiet or mysterious in their ways. Credit where it is due, when the mist fiends attacked us, they all stepped up and fought their hardest. Even the mage girl was willing to get into the fray. The disease these mist-beings can spread is alarming, though we got lucky with the one case among us, I do not know if I can tend to such a thing without the necessary magic. We were lucky we didn’t need to go to Alborg for a cure, while it would not be a long visit I would hate for it to be seen as a retreat.
As a worshipper of Thor, I am honor bound to accept this challenge and stop these mists. The prospect is not exactly exciting, as the chance to turn into these creatures is a harrowing one. However, I will do what I must. I hope this omen-mark placed by Odin affords some sort of protection against this mist, as even if it is not the mist itself and simply the creatures inside of it that cause the turning, we will still need all the advantage that we can get.