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Just brainstorming…
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"Bring forth my sage." The troubled chieftain stood in is hall, sprawled all around him was what passed for a map of world he knew. Danger came in all forms and from all sides. Alone, he and his warriors could not stand against the coming winter.
Fragrant incense announced the sage’s arrival. “Crone, tell me, how do I unite my people, how do I etch my name into the stones of history and be remembered forever?”
The old oracle shook the bones from her cup and listened to them fall. Her two acolyte daughters dropped to their knees and studied the lay of the runes. Slowly they handed them up to the old mother, announcing their lay, and giving her time to feel them and know the meaning.
“So in times most ancient a great hero beheaded the god of serpents and paved the way for her kingdom to come. So too must you Saebjorn Arm-Fang, kill a mighty wyrm and find your place in history.”