Prologue
It has been exactly one year since Ulfgar ventured to the frozen island of Solstheim in search of his brother Ansgar. This venture lead to him slaying the horrible Udurfrykte, and thus claiming the mead hall of Thirsk as his own. Everything was peaceful, until the day of the great hunt…
Chapter 1: The Hunt
Ulfgar was awakened by the bright light of the sun's beams, falling on his bed through the big window. He sat up, and yawned, before putting on his Stahlrim armor and tucking his battle axe and his short sword into his belt. He hadn't slept very well, partially because of the amount of mead he had consumed last night, but mostly because of a disturbing dream. He didn't remember much of it, except for one particular detail.
He had seen a man, with horns, accompanied by three or four other men, all Nords. The man with the horns said that he wanted Ulfgar to "join the hunt" or something like that, and with that said, the men fell to their knees and let out cries of immense pain. The screams made Ulfgar tremble with fear, but when he tried to run, his legs wouldn't obey him. Instead, they took him closer to the screaming Nords, and when he came close enough, one of them reached out towards him. He tried to back away, but he couldn't move at all, and when the hand came closer he noticed that it was covered with fur. He felt his heart beat faster, and right before the hand grabbed him, he woke up. He had never had this dream before, and therefore he found it very strange.
Eventually he shook it off, and went down the stairs to the great hall. There he was greeted by Svenja Snow-song, the only survivor of the Udurfrykte massacre. "You're up early Ulfgar," she said with a smile, "Maybe you should get ready, the men are already waiting out front". Ulfgar thought for a second, and then it hit him. "The Hunt!" he said, "I had completely forgotten all about it!" He rushed out the front door, and was greeted by a group of men, armed to their teeth with everything from axes and long-swords, to bows and spears.
The Hunt was the Skaals traditional hunting period, where they would hunt down a conjured spirit bear, and the warrior who found and killed it, would receive respect in the village. Ulfgar had taken this spiritual and religious event, and turned it into an annual competition for the inhabitants of Thirsk. The goal in the competition was to gather as many wolf pelts as possible, and the prize was 60 tankards of mead. Ulfgar drew his Stahlrim battle axe, and held it up.
The men stared at the axe, and listened to Ulfgars mighty voice. "This, my friends, is the axe that I used to slay the Udurfrykte with, on this day exactly a year ago". He took a deep breath, and continued. "That is why we shall hold this competition on this day, every year, not only to praise the death of the Udurfrykte, but also to honor it, for it was a mighty foe". Ulfgar was silent for a moment, and then he screamed on the tops of his lungs. "Let the hunt begin!"
This is the "sequel" to my other bloodmoon story, and I hope that you will enjoy reading it as much as I enjoy writing it/ Razeer