LifaThyr Fjallanner

==Stats==
===Mark Tracker===
Marks: 2W
Afflictions:
===Advances===
*Lore Spinner (+1 Voting, Academia)
*Arcane Tower (+1 Voting, Defence)
*Free Slaves (+1 Voting, Defence)
*Mistress of the FIREWATER (Story, +1 Mountain raised) 
==Significant Relationships==
Kilesh Lak'har "The White Fang"
Lyfa'Thyr's long lost father. 
Free slaves (editor's note: a leftover general resource)
==Background==
Unlike the rest of her race Lifa was never raised to be decorous. She is a God Curser through and through. Enough said. Family is important, whether this is the one she was raised by, the family she lost and found or the friendships she makes. The need to search and understand this kind of connection does at times also feed her wanderlust for adventure, she is always looking to meet new beings and make friends. She would die for one of her companions, she would kill for one of her companions... she would start a bar fight for one companions. When she is needed she is there but turn your back for a moment and she either down the tavern, in a fight, on a wacky adventure... or more often than not all three! 
THE TALE OF LIFA'S BEGINNINGS
Let me tell you a tale. The tale of a mace named Freyagg and sit back, because this is a long one.
The Goliath youths tumbled down the mountain. In hot pursuit a Pack of dire mountain goats. Each group bounding effortlessly from rock to rock as though they were as natural a part of the mountain as the trees and stones. The youths laughing, cavorting in joy. Save for one. 
"Dammit Illim what was that back there" yelled Sornir.
"Sorry Sornir," He chortled back "I must have lost control of the energy"
"It looked like you provoked them on purpose" Sornir complained.
"Now now lads" Said Fengar "Until the alpha shows up we should really keep running, till then keep your bickering to yourselves".
"Aye aye Brother" saluted Illim and Sornir sulked resolutely. They began to draw to an outcrop when suddenly a great hulking form stepped up over the sheer cliff. 
"By the great Thane", whispered Dargan. The alpha goat brandished its vast weight, canting its hooves the size of boulders flexing its back that was as a great wooden hull. The alpha prepared to charge and many of the other goats had pulled up behind cutting off the youths retreat. The youths braced for impact, Fengar briefly nodded at his brothers and began to limber up his mordenkrad. Seeing this, his brothers readied themselves and nodded for Sornir and Kharnan to do the same. The goat began its charge and the hammer fell. Fell like a great mountain buckling to its knees. As the out crop disintegrated around them each of the brothers grabbed a serviceably large chunk of stone and placed in beneath their feet. The two cousins were pulled on as passengers as the plummeting decent began surfing down the cliff face surrounded by the collapsing mountain side. 
"Dammit are all three of you insane?" Bellowed Sornir, barely audible over the shelf of stone and earth that now raced to the valley floor. 
"Worry not Sornir" Dargan roared back, "should all the sons of Drosil die this day you'll be next in line for chief" The rest of the youths broke into peals of laughter and once again Sornir sulked in the face of sure destruction. The cascade of rock you and goat burst down toward the swiftly approaching valley floor. 
"So what do we do at the bottom?" asked Sornir. 
"Well according to our father you grab a tree at the last second and you should be fine" Replied Fengar.
"Drosil? How many times have you guy's done this?"
"This'll be the first" chirped Illim 
"Why do I hang out with you guys?"
"Well I want to go and if you don't come mum'll thrash you senseless" snarked Kharnan "besides you love protecting your little sister" 
"Dammit Kharn Not in front of the guys"
"Sorry Sorny, I'll be good" she teased. The group tensed all aiming for a stout branch. They coiled as much strength under them as they could and sprang with all their might, each colliding with a different tree. With a sway and a moan each tree bent but didn't break and the wave of stone and snow blew under the youths eventually re-carpeting the entire valley. The youths dangled for a while, intermittent laughter punctuating the sounds of settling debris. 
"Damn" exclaimed Fengar "I owe dad a drink"
"What why?" Said Sornir
"Because I didn't think that'd work"
"You rotten stump" The group laughed again as they clambered down the trees collecting themselves on the new ground. 
"So what now?" Asked Kharnan
"Well we need to get back up to get to the tribe before sundown" commented Illim
"Aye but that rolling debris will be treacherous" Said Fengar "our best bet is to hike through the valley and scale the south side"
"But we won't get back before dark that way" complained Sornir "we'll have to camp at least on the crest somewhere and we'll have to some quick hunting too"
"We'll hunt through the valley" Said Fengar "plenty of game should have been flushed or wounded by this landslide so we should have no problem taking supplies"
"Righto, lead on brother" said Dargan and the other Goliath fell in step behind Fengar. The Group Moved swiftly, quietly securing several mountain animals for the evening camp. As they trekked closer to the south of the valley they began to hear what sounded like some kind of skirmish, muted shouts, the clash of steel on steel. The group paused for a moment then drew weapons and broke into a charge. Pounding feet and rushed breaths the youths piled over a small crest and into a fray. There were Lycans and Vanir facing off with some strangers caught in the middle. The youths bounded into the fray Felling foes from each side and with surging battle cries quickly forcing themselves to the center of the ruckus where the strangers fought. Getting there The youths added their strength to the standing fighters, two vicious warriors, a Glorious orc woman and some kind of scaled humanoid beating back the forces as best they could, beyond them lay another scaled humanoid doing its best to treat an injured human and three panicking younglings two half orc and another of the scaled creatures. 
The Goliaths threw their very will into their strokes, blasting back enemies on each side and pushing a fighting retreat.  Each warrior fought with un paralleled bravery and ferocity, The orc woman lifted two Lycans with her gauntleted hands and broke their spines with a sudden twist, the scaled warrior burning with a divine light blew vanir back with its mighty full blade, Fengar stood firm as blow upon blow met his shield, Dargan swung his axes furiously burying them deep in skulls, Illim swept left and right with his strangely glowing short sword, cleaving weapons and enemies alike, Sornir fought as one with the spirit of a great bear, Kharnan disappeared swiftly leaving corpses skewered with knives.  The numbers, however, were not on their side. A great push came from the side of the Vanir as a great angel reared up from the rear ranks and the swell of troops spilt the defenders as the human, one of the half orc and the scaled healer were swept with the tide. The orc woman and scaled warrior roared with such pain and fury that many of the nearer Lycans and Vanir flinched back a few feet. 
The great angel descended on the group, a hideous mocking laughter accompanied its hollow figure, a facade of divinity. The orc launched self like a typhoon. Gauntleted fists landing crushing blows on its torso and hip. The angel grabbed her mid drop and began to strip the gauntlet from her right hand. The scaled warrior unleashed an inhuman scream, a scream that echoed as that it came from inside your very soul, a single word in an unknown language. The warrior began to burn with an intense silver light bight and glaring. The Vanir paused to stare and this, confused by the development. The orc took this moment, grabbing a discarded blade with her feet she made a single swing and severed her own arm at the shoulder, jumping back to make a stand with the blinding warrior, as she did the arm blackened and dissolved to nothing. The Vanir stared and summoned two shadow wreathed swords. As they approached a lull came over the battle as this would surely be a climactic duel of epic proportion. 
"Sornir, Illim" Yelled Fengar "storm cave now!"
Sornir and Illim suddenly snapped focus, each concentrating and muttering under their breath, Sornir focused the spirits in the area to form a bulging storm cloud, Illim began to run a strange energy down his arm until he had a stable spark between two of his fingers. 
"Ready" they shouted in unison. 
"By the mountain" Fengar roared, hefting his hammer skyward once more, Illim fired the spark up into the cloud where it percolated and burst. Fengar hammer descended with the force of an avalanche, blowing a pit out beneath the remaining defenders and the earth that rose above them was struck by a wave of lightning fusing and boning the earth till it was as hard as bedrock. Muted beneath the cave the sounds of battle were gone and the group began to settle. Fengar sat on Dargan's chest until the rage subsided and the rest of the goliaths set about turning this cave into a camp. 
A few hours passed and the cave grew to a slightly awkward silence. A vial of trapped magma had been used to heat enough rocks for light and to cook some of their catches from earlier. 
"The sun has gone down" said Sornir "the sprits say the wolves are covering the battle field so we should stay here for now. Who wants first watch?"
"I'll take it" said Illim "besides I think that our guest are going to have a hard time sleeping tonight, and maybe one of us who's a little more learned should try to talk to them. Unless we want to keep being jerks and talk in giant like we have for the last few hours"
"Point taken I'll join you" said Fengar, the rest mumbled apologetically, but began to smooth out some stone for the night. After the goliaths had begun to snore Illim went and sat near to the half orc and scaled youngling, which was currently quite content playing with some rocks. 
"Hello there" He said in orcish "and what might your name be?"
The half orc seemed to think for a moment and then said "It doesn't translate from common very well, but my mother called me Feltin" 
"Nice to meet you Feltin I'm Illim, those two are my brothers Fengar and Dargan and those two are my cousins Sornir and Kharnan. This may seem like a harsh question but how well can you and the little one handle your selves?"
"Well I'm not bad my mother taught me to use a mace and my father a bow but I don't have either"
"We can probably make you something, Fengar?" Fengar dutifully went to his bag and pulled out a haft and some leather strips, he then proceeded to lash a stone to the haft to make a temporary mace.
"And how about the little one, Does it have a name and preferred fighting style?"
"I couldn't tell you I'm afraid, it doesn't speak anything I can understand. I haven't see it fight anything either. Our two families bumped into each other about a day ago and we've been travelling in relative silence since. One of the larger scales spoke a little common and said its name was Khilesh or something and they'd come from somewhere called the vale, I think he was some kind of healer. And the other one was a divine user; I've seen them in the dark plains, where my dad was from"
"Yes that makes a lot of sense. There aren't really gods up here in the mountains so hopefully that Vanir bit off more that it could chew" Feltin was quiet for a while and all that could be heard was the sound of cooling rocks and stretching leather. Eventually Illim realized that Feltin was crying. 
"Ah, I'm sorry Feltin. I'd assumed you were accustomed to the ways of the mountains, being a half orc yourself I-
"Don't" she interrupted "it's only a moment it'll pass" There was silence for a time again and Feltin slowed down to stuttering breaths. At long last Fengar finished with the straps, gave the makeshift weapon a quick look over and a couple of hefts and then walked over to Feltin and Illim.
"Here" he said handing her the mace "how old are you?"
"Twelve" she said 
"Good that's old enough to be a warrior. Here is your weapon, treat it well and it'll protect you. Name it and you'll have a bond for life."
"Thank you"
"Comes with being a warrior," he drew his hammer "this is Frodrfjell. Ever blow is live the tread of a mountain."
"I think of one."
"Good lass, so do the two of you want to eat?"
"Please" Fengar went over to the rocks and pulled out some strips of grilled venison. He handed some to Feltin who chewed grated fully and then approached the called youngling. He offered it the meat but it didn't seem very interested. Shrugging he asked 
"So we don't have a name for this and it can't fight?"
"I don't know about can't but I've not seen it" said Feltin
"Tell me do you know what the language that it talked to its parents sounded like?" Asked Illim 
"It was scratchy and hissy and lots of growls" Illim took a set of bound skins and a piece of charcoal and made some notes.
"I see and what kind of food were they eating?"
"Well Khilesh carried this weird ration that they all ate. I'm not sure what it was. Are you writing this down?"
"Yes I am. I've found making notes on information I'm told makes it easier to remember and I have a copy should I need them. It's sadly a rare trait out in the mountains, outside of the druid or shaman concaves"
"Why aren't you there then, if you like books and such?"
"Well I've visited both but I'm neither a shaman nor a druid, I'm what people out of the mountains would call a sorcerer. I'm not very good yet though, There's only really one good trick I've got" He put aside the 'book' and drew his short sword. He rubbed his fingers briefly and then ran them down the flat of the blade, which turned blue. When she looked closer Feltin could see little dancing sparks all along the blade giving it a blue glow.
"It's very pretty" said Feltin 
"Oh you think so? Well then" Illim closed his eyes and began to concentrate. The sparks began to dance far and wide flaring into a dazzling array of colours and patterns coming to a bright climax, then fading and Illim opened his eyes again.
"How about that?" He said
"Very pretty, though the flourish at the end was unnecessary" The three of them laughed. The scaled youngling drawn by the lights had crawled into Feltin's crossed legs and was now surveying the two Goliaths as though from a fort. Feltin gently reached down and stroked its brow ridge and it gurgled in what appeared to be contentment. 
"If we can't talk to it what will we do?" asked Fengar.
"Well it's an intelligent being according to Feltin so we should be able to teach it though mime as one would train a wolf though it should pick things up quicker" said Illim
"Well then let's get it to eat something then" said Feltin. The three of them each took a strip of venison and began to chew whilst making noises of satisfaction, as they did so the scaled youngling began to fidget a little and sniff at the meat. Fengar offer it a strip and it snatched it and chewed cautiously and then with relish. Soon it was looking up expectantly for more and it was fed several more strips and then curled up and went to sleep. 
"It may not have fought before but with teeth like that it's a natural predator" said Illim.
"Its breath is also icy cold, some of that meat froze when it opened its mouth" said Feltin.
"Well that's what we'll call it then" Said Fengar "Lifa Thyr, Little frost. At least until we can work out its actual name. Any idea how old it is? Or it's gender for that matter" 
"Not really, I think it's quite young but I'm not sure, by orc standards it's three or four but we age very fast" 
"If the parents were anything to judge by and Lifa'Thyr ages like goliaths it'd be around 8-10 maybe" said Illim
"I'm not sure about gender though. The two parents looked about the same, they wore different clothes but I think that was a battle thing. If I had to guess I'd say female but I have no way to prove it...not sure where or what it'd look like"
"Let’s not go there for now. If the mountain wills it we won't have to. Tomorrow we'll head out and see if we can find the survivors." Feltin stuttered again at that and Illim put a hand reassuringly on her shoulder. 
The rest of the night went without event and in the morning the group dug out into the open. The Battle field was awash with scorches and death; many Lycan corpses littered the area. The group began to search the area for survivors and began to see remnants of a fight that many of them couldn't comprehend. The scorch and death patterns alone suggested that the two warriors held against ridiculous odds for quite some time. Though they next found what seemed to be a funeral pyre just large enough for two, next to which stood a still faintly glowing full blade planted in the ground atop which sat a single plate gauntlet. The group was still for some time the only sounds in the valley were those of the still dying coals of the pyre and the foolishly optimistic birds singing songs of mirth and joy, oblivious to events below their tree tops. 
"Feltin" said Illim after what seemed an age "we have to go" words stuck in her throat and she was unable to answer. "Take faith in this, if a pyre was held for them the rest of your family survived, the Vanir would not do this and lycans would have dealt with their own dead as well" She perked up a little at this and drew a hand across her face. 
"Then we should go" she said between sobs. 
"One moment" said Dargan "Look at this" he pulled up what looked like to hilt to one of the angel's dark blades. "If it's shattered like this than they killed it or took it to an inch of its life, your mother was an insanely brave woman."
"She was, wasn't she...Fengar?"
"Yes Feltin"
"I have a name for my mace. Freyagg, after my mother. May it protect me to the last like she did."
"Aye lass, that's a great name" 
The groups spent some time searching for the path of the survivors but a layer of snow that had fallen in the morning made it impossible. 
"Well then" announced Sornir "We have two new daughters of the mountain, Fjallanners. We'll take them to the tribe and get them there alive and to those that need it we'll start training" 
"We're not actually sure of the gender of Lifa'Thyr Sornir" said Illim. Sornir stared blankly for a moment then said.
"Then we'll raise it neutrally though a name one given cannot be revoked"
"Well backstopped Sorny" said Kharnan. The group laughed. And started the trek back to the south of the valley to start the climb back up the tribe camp.
"You know" said Sornir "the only thing that would make this day harder if we bumped into a lost creature we all thought extinct or something" 
"What like a gargantuan albino Yeti or something?" asked Dargan.
But that my friends is a different story for another time.
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