User blog:Natalie Renderra/My attempt at an epic.

''So, I had a recent school essay involving writing an epic styled after Beowulf. I set mine from the perspective of Scandinvians during the rise of Christianity in their area, using characters from the Frostshield Clans' history.''

While not fully converted to fit into 42, I figured it was worth posting in its raw state as a brief epic.

Shields of black, Oak and Iron.

The clan on the move to escape

Cross-Bearers of the South, who dare

Push their “Prince of Kings” upon

Odin’s Loyal Sons. Vahlor Blackshield,

The bane of the south, and Odin’s sword.

Battle after battle was won in his name.

Eventually, Vahlor was gifted a son,

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">Harlor the Heavy. Harlor was even mightier

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">Than his father, killing Rome’s Dogs

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">And the foul demons that followed them.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">Harlor earned the name “Demon-Pummeller,”

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">His battle-axe a blur as it bashed and broke

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">The Horns of the Demon Slo’Dur, son of

<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">Hell’s Fury.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">Harlor took the horns, setting them into a helmet

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">Feared by men and mer, black as the Raven’s feathers.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">Cross-bearers fled at the sight, and none ever

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">Dared to face a Blackshield in Battle,

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">Bruises, blood, and broken bones waited

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">For the ones foolish enough to try.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">But even the greatest of men will lose

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">That one battle that comes to all,

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">Death itself took Harlor the Heavy,

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">But Old Age left Harlor a young son,

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">An heir to claim his mantle. Harlok,

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">The man of ice, with a heart of fire.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">Harlok stood as a man would with

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">A child on his shoulders. Tall,

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">He was a wall of muscle to keep

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">The South away. He wore a hammer

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">To honor Thor, the Champion of Man,

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">Around his own neck. His family’s black

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">Shield was paired with gleaming, silvery

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">Iron around the rim, and at the boss.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">With it was a trustworthy and durable spear,

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">Solid oak, strengthened through what made men

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">Mercilessly fall, oak turned hard by time’s tough

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">Hands. The head of the spear, dark, flamed iron,

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">Heated until it was a blue darker than the dimmest

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">Of nights. Scaled armour of leather, covered

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">With the fur of the mighty bear outside, and

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">Steel plates on the inside. He wore the helm

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">Of his father with pride, a show of his

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">Lineage, what he had to live up to.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">But Harlok was destined for more.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:normal">

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">The call of action soon came.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">Those sworn to protect the tribe

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">Were called forth from fields and

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">Farms, to face a fearsome foe.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">The Frozen Dragon of Giants, Glacias

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">Awoken from slumber by the smell

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">Of the meat of man, foolish men of

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">Rome moved, entering his cave.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">Awoken, they could not stop him,

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">But the Beast did not settle for just

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">The unworthy warriors of Rome.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">He roared to the skies, the summer

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">Departing as winter quickly returned,

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">Food freezing, and cattle cooling with

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">Death’s chill upon them.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">The Blizzard’s Beast showed no remorse,

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">Devouring every damnful bite of

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">Loyal Northerners in its path. It’s

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">Greed was unmatched. It’s gluttony

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">Gave a gateway to gore unseen in

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">Even the worst of battles. Men, Woman

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">And Child fell to the Pet of Giants,

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">The Mouth of Knives never dulling,

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">Never needing sharpening.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:normal">

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">Harlok was ready and willing to

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">Move on the challenge. He was

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">Commited to his legacy, and his

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">People. Spear and Shield in hand,

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">He slew the best of his bulls, dragging

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">Down the village road to deep in the

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">Frozen fields, where Glacias glared at

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">The warm meal it had missed. The beast

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">Blasted through the air, landing on the

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">Lifeless ground about him. Thirty feet

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">Of fury, it was the Bear of Men who

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">Stood proud that day, yelling so the Beast

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">Of Blizzards knew he was there. Strong as

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">Stone, Thor’s Champion raised his shield,

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">Taking buffeting blasts of ice to his armour,

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">Scars showing on the metal, until Glacias

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">Halted his hailstorm, Harlok yelling to

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">The sky itself, the Primal Scream

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">Of ancients…  As if he was burning,

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">Harlok through his spear for Glacias

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">As the cowardly dragon fled for the skies

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">And the safety they gave.

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<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">Glacias fell to the Ocean, the Frosted

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">Fury falling to foam and water. Harlok

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">Heavily heaved his lungs, each breath

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">Making him feel flame in his chest.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">He soon swam after his foe, faster than a

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">True serpent of the sea, to retrieve

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">His spear, twisting it loose of the beast’s

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">Chest as flesh flowed forth, a feast for fish.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">No more, would Glacias devour the muscle

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">Of men, Nay, the Dragon was repaid by the

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">Gods for his horrible hubris; no man faces

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">A Frosted-Shield warrior and survives.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">Harlok’s return was granted well. His

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">Chieftain named him “Frostshield” for

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">His new shield, a heavy coat of ice

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">Covering and cooling the old wood.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:normal">

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">Harlok soon bore three children. One

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">Just as strong as he, another with the eyes

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">Of an Eagle, and a third, intelligent with

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">The magical might of priests. These,

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">He says, not the death of Glacias,

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">Were his greatest achievement. For

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">The Frostshields now believe all they

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">Inherit is not theirs to own, for they

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">Merely borrow it from those not

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">Yet brought into the world.