Old Futhark



Inguz was the youngest of the 3 sons of Uruz. And he had been to young to understand anything of the situation.
He thought that his mother had died because of his oldest brother. Because he had left them. He hated his brother for it. He now only had Laguz, but then he betrayed him too.
Growing more silent with every new bad thing that happened to him, he said nothing anymore.
At night, he couldn't help but crying of the lose of everything good that he had had in his life.

When he was old enough to leave his father, and you can be sure that he counted the days until he became 15, he wanted to go find his oldest brother and clear out some things. Perhaps he would find death on the way, and then his miserable life would be over, and he would be free from all pain and emotions.

But it didn't come that far. He never got robbed, nor did he got attacked. He just travelled from town to town in search of his brother. And then he found him. Now perhaps everything would end..
With that in his mind, he went into the woods and searched for the druids. He knew he would only find them if they wanted to be found, but eventually, after a few weeks in the forest, he finally found his brother.

When he found the secret community, Ansuz, his oldest brother came to him, talking to him like nothing was wrong and nothing had happened. But Inguz knew better than to fall for that silly spell.
"What's wrong Inguz?" So he wasn't stupid after all. Inguz thought.
Inguz looked at him with wet eyes. Then he spoke with a raspy voice. "It's been years since I talked. I will only talk to you and Laguz. No other." He hoped that his brother would feel his pain, feel responsible for it.
Ansuz looked at his younger brother, but said nothing so that his brother could go on.
"Ansuz.. Our mother died some time ago. Actually after you left us."
"I didn't leave you Inguz."
"Really? How come that you went away when we needed you most?" His harsh voice was shaking of emotion.
"Uruz took me in my sleep and dropped me here. I've been here ever since."
"I missed you. We need you Ansuz." Inguz fell in his arms and cried and cried. So he was weak, and he had fallen under his spell.. Perhaps this was better, and maybe he was telling the truth. Druids had to tell the truth didn't they?

When they went to look for Laguz, they had a change to really talk, and he felt better for some reason, and started to believe him completely. But that meant that Uruz, his father, had lied to him. Inguz couldn't trust him, how could he ever had trusted him.

When they found his brother, in the harbour far from home, they could see that everything was going well for him. Why had he left him? He could have come with him. But nobody wanted him. Not his mother, not his father and not his brothers. He was alone.

At first, Laguz didn't want to come with them, but eventually he caught them when they had travelled for weeks and were almost home.
Inguz could feel that his feet were getting heavier as they got closer to home.
He hadn't meant to come back.. But here he was, on the doorstep of his fathers home.

Ansuz and Laguz did all the talking, and he stayed on the background. He didn't want to interfere. He just wanted to get out of this house and leave it.
But what should he do then?
He felt that he was a coward. And he hated himself for it.

The army, that would be the best place to lose his cowardness. He felt the pain when he was hit by a sword, and he loved the pain, because that made him stronger.
But he couldn't sleep at night. He always cried at night, remembering his mother and how it once had been.
Laguz told him that he was there for him, but how could he trust him? He had left him..

It was time to leave for the battleground. He would be happy if he would be killed there, but a dragon, large and strong as it was, took them to a wonderful place. He felt happy for a moment, perhaps now the time was their to sleep at night...


Inguz impressed at Lantessama

This year's Lantessaman Winter was void of snow, like usual. But that hadn't stopped Lucas from using all the draconic abilities he had to his disposal to decorate his holiday cavern. The inside of the smaller one of the two hatching caverns in the middle mountain was plastered with ice. Snow crackled below his feet and his breath made little clouds in the air. It didn't matter that a few winter season and a couple of assembled winter-type dragons were grumbling and sending out bad karma when the end result looked like this. It was snow!
Lucas smiled, relaxed and took a seat from which he'd have a good view. Now all he needed were for the candidates to show up. 8 there were for this clutch. It was a good number for this time of year and Lucas felt confident that all of them would impress.
Candidates and spectators filed in, as did the other Laedrysses and a few other Lantessaman officials. When everyone was seated Lucas signaled for the lights to be dimmed and then the entire cave bathed in a faint icy blue sheen. As the temperature dropped, the eggs in the center of the cavern, buried in snow and ice, started to show signs of hatching.
The first one to actually hatch was one of the eggs at the edge of the circle of snow. A green-yellow head, resembling the gem peridot, popped out of the snow, followed by feathered wings and a sleek body. The hatchling, a male, shook the snow from his back and tail and then sat down cleaning his paws. Only when he'd finished that did he move toward the candidates.
Two more eggs hatched. Another one from the edge of the mound of snow yielded a bright green male dragon. The one that'd hatched from deeper into the mound was cyan in color.
The jade green hatchling had waited for his sister to hatch, but now he too was impatient to bond. He swished his tail, scraping the snow of some of the eggs buried in snow, causing cracks to form on their fragile shell. Ignoring what consequences his actions had made, the dragon moved toward Laguz, one of the runic warriors.
"My name is Gefjun Lof." he said, "I want to fight."
"Maybe later." Laguz grinned, "You're eager, but we'll need to train first."
One of the eggs that had been disturbed by Lof crackled and shattered into dust. Or ice. The hatchling that emerged from the snow was female and her hide a rich indigo blue. 
Two more eggs had hatched as Senua left the patch of soft snow that held them. The two had been hidden close together, confusing the hatchlings about which limbs and wings were their own. 
The last two eggs hatched in close succession, sending small clouds of fine snow in the air. Two faint-colored tails rose up from the snow, followed by heads, limbs, wings and body. Only when the two hatchlings were out of the snow did it become clear that they had a different color. The first, a male was completely grey, like the sky during a storm. The second, also male, though faded had a hide that shone blue, like a moonstone.
The moonstone blue hatchling was the first to reach the remaining candidates. Both were male with similar builds and looks. In the end, the hatchlings yielded toward Inguz and remarked:

"That was a tough choice, but I'm glad I picked you."
"I'm happy about that too, Mani."


Read the stats of Inguz here


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