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Aidon Strongheart and the Nord

by Aidon Strongheart

An account of Aidon's meeting with Hlofor the Arctic Bear

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He was a mountain of a man, that much was certain. I had never seen a man so large! Why, his muscles nearly dwarfed my own. And of course, his sword gleamed a bright silver. If I'd been a less honorable man, I might have claimed it for my own, but I am fond of my trusty blade Rogue's Heart. She's been with me since the start of my adventuring days, I see no reason to spurn her for another.

"By the fires of Alduin!" roared Hlofor as he charged me, "You dare to insult me? I shall cut you down where you stand!"

Now, a lesser man might have quailed. He had certainly earned his sobriquet of the Great Bear! But not I! I am Aidon! And nothing shall stand in the way of my adventures, not even a great hulking Nord! And, of course, I had no reason to kill him. I simply wanted his opinion on beer. Where better to discuss beers than with a Nord? And Hlofor was a Nord's Nord.

He charged, and I stepped aside. It was close - he was no faint maiden! "That's quite a sword you have there," I remarked, as said sword nearly cut the armor from my chest. "But truly, I simply wanted to know which you prefer; beer or ale, and where I might acquire a truly divine vintage."

I won't bore you with details, of course he calmed down. Who, after all, can truly resist my charm? Soon enough, he was drunker than a page who has snuck into the castle's wine cellar. I'd had as much as he, but am made of sturdier stuff than any I'd yet met. His alcoholic preference discussed, I inquired as to his sword.

"Silvery Falls," said he, patting his sword. I am of course, translating his drunken speech for the ease of my readers. "'S been with me since she was forged. I forged her myself." This tidbit seemed to please him immensely. "She can cleave a man or a ghost in two. I know. I've done it. 'S blessed by Dibella."

"Truly," I said, pouring another round, "A finer blade I've never seen." Except mine, of course, but even I had doubts of my ability to calm a drunken Nord should I carelessly enrage him.

"So pleased was she," he continued, "by the beauty of the Silver Falls, she laughed in delight as she stood beneath it. You can still hear her laughter, if you stand beneath them in the moonlight." He nodded, "I forged it there, and quenched it in the waterfall. I named her Silvery Falls, to honor Dibella."

My curiousity appeased, I soon departed from the Nord's hospitality.