Wishes from Kaldgrim 1/3

Serrilda. Serrilda looked up at the night sky and growled in frustration. The last race was the capstone of a long line of frustration. She and the other raiders had hopped for a fight and instead the chief had lead them to an easy victory against an almost undefended encampment. She hadn’t even wetted her blade. Again she had not had a worthy fight. This had been the pattern for the last few years. Ever senses the new chef had taken over. While the tribe prospered the cowered refused to find challenges. He always looked for the easy soft target. Trade caravans, merchant shipping, and camps when the warriors are out raiding like today. It was frustrating she knew he had the skills and strength of arm but he lacked the strength of spine to take the risky gamble and lead the warband to a proper fight. Looking up she saw a burning streak of light and without really thinking wished for her chieftain to have the courage to lead his people as he should. In a burst of light Serrilda disappears and her now former chieftain feels the nagging doubts and worries finally go silent and a suppressed burning desire fills him as his gaze turns south where he somehow knows a proper challenge will soon be.

Illenwyn. The lonely Queen they call her. Her people have gathered together this night. The augeries have predicted that this night is the best and possibly only chance for the ice elves. She looked over the entirety of her people. Once numbering in the thousands now only several hundred remain. Cursed to be as barren as the ice they command my that foul daemon they are a dying people. Now Illenwyn looks to the heavens and sees the hope of her people. A Dragonfall. She can only pray that the cost she will pay for her people will be something she can endure. She casts out her wish and like the shattering of the last spring ice a greater power breakers the daemons curse. Then the mountain fortress and all the elves within and the daemon held prisoner disappear.

Jolka. She sat by her lonely fire in front of her tent. Jolka was putting of goin to sleep for several reasons not least of which was how tired she was of lying alone in her cold bed furrs. As a young woman she had been so proud of her strength. Now she wished she hadn’t been quite so strong. She now was alone because no man had bested her and non were coming to try. She wanted a man strong enough to best her and honorable enough to treat her well in that victory. She had become **** enough to seek the wisdom of the clan’s shaman. The old dragon had done what magic it could and told her that one who could give her what she wanted would come at the rising of the dark moon this year. So she sat watching the horizon for that first blotting out of stars. As she caught the first indication of the dark moons rising sometime lose in the sky caught her eyes. The burning decent of a Dragonfall. Was this what the shaman had foretold? As she considered the price that may be required a cold breeze reminded her of her cold bed and empty tent. She cast out her wish wanting a strong mate to hold her more than anything in that moment. In answer a glowing portal opened and she grabbed her axe and jumped through the flash of the portal closing leaving only the fire behind

Vanrir. The great wolf lay in the clearing watching the skyfire dance. The cold did not bother him but the quiet was oppressive. He was alone again the tribe he had been shadowing had sent warriors to face him thinking he was his father. He wanted to have friendship, a companion to share the long nights and bright days with. Someone who could share good times with and help with the bad. A brother or sister to make the years less lonely. Then a disruption in the night sky. A burning light of a Dragonfall. Maybe the new Greater dragon would be willing to grant his wish. He cast out and felt a response. Rising to his feet he shook out his coat and let loose a howl of joy. Then he began to run south. Finally someone would be waiting to welcome him, a friend.