When I dream, I’m the hero.
I slay mighty giants in the icy fields of Jotunheim. I brave the blazes of Muspelheim and laugh in the face of Hel.
Between the hours of Nott and Morginn, the All-Father himself knows my name. We hang out. He thinks I’m awesome.
But every other time, from morning to night?
Every other time…
…I’m just Fandral.
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Harpies.
Screeching. Meddling. Stinking bloody fucking harpies.
But the sound of an axe blade as it stops said screeching? Bliss.
Leaning against a nearby alleyway wall, I dangled a pair of enchanted shackles between two fingers. The funny thing about harpies was… they could fly. But with the right incentive, also known as yanking their asses back to solid ground, you could easily kill ’em. Not many guys could handle the job, so they came to me. Hephaistos. God of the Forge and blacksmithing extraordinaire.
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