|Collection:||The Rift Lore|
The axe Wuuthrad, dripping with the gore of a hundred dead giants, gleamed in the darkness of Sinmur’s barrow. Ysgramor strode forward, halting his followers with a gesture. With another he dared Sinmur to face him in mortal combat. The giant-kin proved willing, roaring his defiance and leaping to battle. His massive, iron-bound club swung forward to crush. Our Lord Ysgramor stepped aside and the club shattered the stone a pace from his side. Wuuthrad sang a blood song as it chopped into the club, breaking it asunder as if made from straw.
Sinmur howled his rage and hurled the stub of his once-fearsome weapon at Our Lord Ysgramor’s head. He grappled Ysgramor, seeking to squeeze life away. A roar of laughter was the answer the monster received. Ysgramor’s forehead and knee delivered two mighty blows. Sinmur screeched and fell to his knees before our lord.
A song of death and delight keened from Wuuthrad as Ysgramor buried it deep in the giant-kin’s skull. A splatter of gore and a death rattle came from Sinmur as Ysgramor gave a victory yell. The Companions cheered mightily as Wuuthrad waved overhead. The depredations of the giant and his vile kin were at last ended. And the legend of Ysgramor, Harbinger of us all, grew mightily that day.