Who: Tora Olafsdotter + OT Bea and Guy NPCs: Frost Giants! When: 7/7/12 Where: Norway What: Tora plays her part in releasing winter upon the earth. Rating: PG
Tora had started to feel better the second she had set foot down in Norway, which had been a relief. Still, the sadness she felt in her heart hadn't waned as they made the trip into the mountains to see her family. It was the most peculiar thing. As she met and spoke with the small group of sick villagers and observed the signs of sickness in her father and brother, it seemed they had all been afflicted with the same strange symptoms that she had had. It was strange, and she was not sure what to make of it.
While she and her mother were still not feeling one hundred percent, they were better off than the king and prince who were running fevers from time to time and always weak.
She had only one lead to follow. When her brother had woken up from a fitful sleep, he had been muttering about hearing voices from the heart of the mountain. It wasn't much, but it was something. So she'd packed gear, strapped on suitable outfit to brave the caves (which were icy even in the summer) and set off, asking Bea and Guy to keep an eye on the village while she went to investigate.
It was an unusual position to be in, having this much power. Her culture was a very traditional one. While the women in her line could make ice, this was really considered the job of a man and women were not asked to cultivate their magic. She had always hated this limitation, and that had been one of the reasons she had left. That the fate of the tribe rested in her hands, that her mother trusted her to do this, seemed so strange. Like the world had been turned around.
She found an opening to the caves and stepped in, turning on an electric lantern as she entered the darkness. The walls glittered with frost, and so her small light went a long way as the walls around her became luminescent. It was beautiful in there, but certainly, she could not see anything terribly strange. She followed the winding path into a large cavern, and that was when she felt a tug in her chest. She turned, her eyes falling upon a carving in thick ice along one of the walls. Her feet began to move towards it, almost of their own accord. It was certainly unusual, and it seemed almost like a door.
Blood of our blood. Our Midgardian heir... The words seemed to be whispered in the air itself.
"Blood of our blood," she murmured in return, feeling a heavy chill seep over her. Her mind felt foggy and tired as she reached into her pocket and pulled out a small utility knife. She slit open her palm, smearing it across the detailed framework. As she touched the ice, it darkened into a black stone door, and her hand began to change, its skin turning a strange shade of blue which traveled up over her arm and throughout her body, making her look inhuman. As she stepped back, the cave began to tremble and the stone portal opened, revealing many monstrous forms. They were the frost giants of Jotunheim, the terrible brutes of legend.
They stepped forth, sniffing indignantly at the Midgardian air. "There is a war coming, child, and you will join us," the largest beckoned. Tora nodded, her mind now answering only to whatever terrible magic had made her people sick and drawn her to this place. She fell into rank at his side, guiding them out of the saves and into the open world of Earth.