Deep into the night upon the highest peak of the tallest mountain. The blood of dwarven blacksmiths is spilled forging unbreakable chains inscribed with the strongest runes imaginable.
Days pass as the sounds of hammers reverberate down into the mountain unending. The blacksmiths are driven only by the purpose of their actions, not stopping even as their hands crack and muscles tear. Their blood only adds to the cryptic runes covering the chains, pulsing with light every second they grow closer to completion.
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Deep in the mountain a group of men smaller than 5 foot surround a hulking man of muscle that has a sword far larger than would seem wieldable.
“Am i not staining my honor enough by helping you achieve this”
“Tyr without your blood they will never be finished. The runes need to absorb your power to fully counteract his power”
“What happens after?”
“You will lose a portion of your strength, but there will be no visible changes for months and by the time they show up you will already have regained what you lost.”
“...fine..”
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Through the mountain halls of Bellgost Tyr walks with a man that has features more wolf than man. His mouth, or rather maw glows red with cinder and ash as he talks
“Tyr why do they keep making me test these chains”
“They want to have a proper weapon if ever we are threatened. An insurance if you will. Just incase something we can't defeat whatever shows up ”
“An insurance huh. If you didn't ask this of me i would have never come.”
“I know that you don't like them, but please try to be civil”
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“It is not I who dislikes them Tyr. They hunt me and my family like animals all for the ramblings of a blind old woman.”
“In time they will change fenrir, but you have to show them”
“.....i hope so….”
They walk deeper into the caves in silence
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Tyr along with Fenrir enter into the burning furnace room. As they enter the hammering stops. An eerie silence falls as all the blacksmiths look at fenrir with fear in their eyes as well as hope.
Tyr pulls Fenrir over to the blacksmith with the most ‘hope’. He's a short muscular fellow with a beard as white as snow braided in intricate designs. Years of smithing has adorned his arms with burn marks and scars.
“I’ve brought him as asked Thromir”
“Yes, thank you Tyr. So you think you can break these chains boy”
“Do not doubt my strength dwarf. Very few things can hold me”
“..don't doubt dwarven smithing boy”
Fenrir smirks at the statement before slowly turning to Tyr next to him.
“If he calls me boy again Tyr i'm going to bite his head from his shoulders before Fafnir himself can stop me”
“Fenrir pls. You promised to act civil”
“Fine. Let's get this over with, J?rm is still waiting for me at home”
Tyr and Thromir bring Fenrir to a table upon which lays a set of chains with bloody pulsating runes.
“Make it quick, I'll try not to break them completely but i can't promise anything”
Thromir quickly starts to chain up Fenrir. As the locks close the runes grow brighter with every additional one.
“Tyr these make me feel uncomfortable. Like my blood is burning”
“As they should, we forged them with the law-bringers' own blood. His power courses through these chains. They are as much him as they are metal”
Fenrir stops Thromir before he clasps the last lock onto the chain. The runes already near blinding levels of light.
“These are made with your blood Tyr!?”
“Yes a small price i had to pay for peace”
“Tyr promise me these aren't made for me”
“....i promise….”
“I don't believe you.”
“Fenrir it's just one more lock, let him close it and we can be done and you can go back home”
“No, like these chains I myself need insurance….”
“Like what?”
“Put your left hand in my mouth Tyr and if i cant break these bonds nor do you free me i will take it from you”
“....Fine”
And with a click the last lock was closed. And with it a life was exchanged for the left hand and the honor of the law-bringer Tyr.
