In the Vahalla the Einherjar, souls of the north warrior fallen on the battlefield, are festing in the hall of glory for the Nth time.

It's the rumored eternal banquet of the ghost heros, recompense earn by battling to death with everythings more or less supperior in strengh than you. Well... we can not say that, exactly not all the dead was taken in the Valhalla.

  In fact some souls were not taken by the Valkyrie, a minimum of achivement are ask. Take an exemple if you were battleling with a stray dog and die pittyfully because you are a pittyfull punny human, the great grand Valkyrie Reginleif will not even give you a snort or a glare and you will be not panting heavilly on the ground, well some people prefer the ignoring icy beauty type so...

This one at the side, the Einherjar love to boast with over, and so like to compare his achievement.

  "Fuhahaha! This great one Wanggurl of the grand red bear have kill three hundred man single handed in this one life!"

  "Hahaha ! I Antarod of the Vast green forest did rampage in a castle killing near four hundred soldier !"

And so on... after that they like to boast at how they died.

 "Kehkehkeh ! Me Ruthdnar of the infinite black swamp died under the hand of four man in the great land of Uhahelm after taking the life of one half of the army."

Ect, ect...

When suddenly a little voice not even high of a teennager.

"Me i did kill a thorned dragon,  three Drows, two Jotun, and a lich. But i did die tripping on the mud..."

An insurmountable silence spread in the Hall of the Fallen Heros, even the golden nymph who play music and danse has stoped.

"Herrm... I-i will be going to the training space."

The people in the Vahalla were dazing on the little figure hasting himself with a out of height black spear to flee the sight of the exagerally dumbfounded faces.

After twenty of so minutes, finally an Einherjar named Totorandorlf of the Bright Blue Castel snap out his complexion and hastly ask on of the two attending Valkyrie.

  "Lady Brynhildr... Who's this little one, did he really did that and how come someone this young can be here ?"

The oldest winged warrior of Odin pondered a bit and explain.

This is his storie :

Near the bottom of a frozen mountain in a grand pin forest two child, a girl and a boy, were chased by bandits. Fumbling on a bush the boy lucky, discoverd an lost timber axe. Taking is destiny with his tiny hand, he decided to took head on the chaser. Beeing snare in a lock the poor guy fall into a crevasse, hiting a lot of rocks as he was sliding down dragging in his fall a lot of boulder.

Finally reaching the bottom he fall into a cave with a two thousands year thorned dragon. Landing smoothly on the nose of the legendary beast he didn't have time to see his surounding when the boulder like a great and fishy follower crash on one of the dragon eye.

Sadly the mighty beast wasn't a M. A painfull roar echoed making an enormous shock wave, sending to take a fly a bundle of weat, with the caracteristic of an human, out of the nest. Not blind but new one-eyed, the dragon sensing a human scent rampage in the cavern. Seeing flying a soon to be grilled meat aldente, the thorned monster spit a breath of fire.

Concurence asking to coincidence, making a pact under the watchfull eyes of destiny, a group of Drow was in the cave to taking down the dragon under the request ( read in order ) of the Matrone to collect some sacrificial materials.

Bundle of weat who's flying dodge with a weird move the approching fire. In the action the timber axe glued in the hand of BBQ meat, melt on the blade making it sharp and deadly.

Dragon is the incarnation of pride and Pride is a dragon, fury explode in the now widowed eye of the winged beast. Making him roar another shock wave. Sending the now near the world of cow, bundle of weat, in the world of pigeon.

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In the same time the Drow numbering five was making preparation, when the second shock wave hit them. Making four meat ball in the now crownded cavern sky. Only two master hunter reacting swiftly enough to dig the scimitar in the rock, but not enough to dodge the in coming fire, making them newly roasted dark elves a delicatie in the delicaties of the culinarie book of the mighty chief dragon king.

Bundle of weat was spinning in the air, making a breakthough in the North warrior skill, accessing in one of the most profound mysteries, the Barbarian Whirlwind. Spinning like a mad under the centryfugal force of the now Rippering Souls Timber Axe.

The boy pass without effort the three master assassin, making the blood batism of the newly ehanced axe, digging flesh and bones, giving painless death to the poor Drow. New name acquired Blood Bathing Rippering Souls Timber Axe.

Killing count : Three Drow.

Enrage like never and slighty dumbfounded at the sight of the punny human. The ruler of the eternal sky chase after the bloodied spinning bundle of weat aka little boy.

Making usage of the centryfugal force, the flying mortal dodge, escape and taunt(?) the raging claw, the blazing fire and the mad eye. Exalting a thunder roar, the boy finally take a bone breaking hit from the not very happy dragon. send him flying in the Pound Of Youth where glowing fairy was giggling on the shore.

The mighty beast content groan at the glowing insect saying "wanna be my dessert ?". Not wating three nor two the crownd fled with flashy thread of golden light.

A frog suddenly jump outside the Mythical Pound, no it's a little boy healthy and kicking by the wounder of the magic water.

And so the scene repeat indefinely, the boy using the might of the Barbarian Whirlwind skill ehanced by the shock wave , killing passerby, two Jotun and a Lich wanting to resurect a bone Dragon. Finally killing the dragon with the legendary spear Balmung and tripping on the mud knocking him down and chocking him to death. Outrageously finishing his life.

Letting out a sight Bryndhildr send a warm gaze to the exit and said.

"Well, in this tale the fact is. The little girl was the daughter of a high ranking berseker in a grand city, wanting to marry the boy. But the little guy with no achivement as no chance, so the mischevious kid making plan engage mercenaries playing bandit, hide a axe in a bush and trapping it to fall."

"So ... they were never in danger ...? "

"Yes that a fact, normaly he will never be in the Vahalla, but Reginleif and Freya nag to death Odin to taking him, with his achivement thats normal, and coting little Rei 'he is just a pittyfull punny human' "

The tale closed the hall send warm gaze in the direction of the boy too.

"But ... this isn't outrageous ? As if the Norns was playing..."

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Under the World Tree Yggdrazil a norn came back from the three principal weaver with new lining.

Near the table, where lies the dices of fate, Urd, Verdandi and Skuld are taking a breath. The new batch of linning was finished making them happy.

"But eventhough ... this little boy... what was his name ?" Asked the Norn of the past Urd.

"Dirudo of the sinking yellow frog village" responded Verdandi the Norn of the present.

"Aaah, him a perfect match for this adventure, no ?" Said the Norn of the end Skuld.

"Eventhough..."

"Yes ..."

"A little bit ..."

" " "How outrageous" " "

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