(This saga was written from a dream I had back in June of 2007. I hope you enjoy it. ~Spaerunn Helgardar)

In caverns so deep, and lairs ice cold,
in halls that will keep, their secrets of old;
a dwarf did forge rings, from bright magic gold,
the shine – mythril things, and charms untold.

Dvergar were-gifts, of power – rune light,
And only the dwarf knew, of coming Saeth might.
So with all haste, were sent to human hands,
And let not time waste, deep in dwarf lands.

The dwarf-smith he won, gifts to Jarl and men,
With power of only one, the runes gave might of ten.
And in this Thanes Hall, they drove a spell pact,
To be the Gods maul, and thus they would act.

This evil was born, in black and the mist,
Of God and great Giant, from dark-things did tryst.
A blood-wight found, of fire was it made,
Of Jotuns power bound, to Midgard was it bade.

The Ettin brought blight, to village and town,
Though many would fight, all would be thrown down.
Drouges it would make, from souls it would steal,
The bodies it would take, for blood was its meal.

The Jarl was strong, like Odin was wise,
Gathered his throng, and planned a surprise.
Past evening in night, would kill in its sleep,
This Giant in Twilight, to Hel’s lands sent deep.

With sword and with spear, they sneak to attack,
but with a banes fear, drove Jarl and men back.
The Jotun’s charms wrought, of ice and ire,
The Ettin had bought, its time in spell fire.

“I am of Loki, and Ice-Giant kin!
Of blood magic born, you can not win!”
The blood-wights hand, drew saeth charms in air.
And the faith of our band, was crushed and laid bare.

But the rings they shone bright, in the dark of this charm,
And from golden dwarf light, were delivered from harm.
“A pox on you Giant! A curse on your head!
Your dwomers are broken, and soon you’ll lie dead!”

The creature it laughed, its croon was like death,
“I’ll fell you this day, and drink your last breath!”
With brandished spear, the Ettin did stalk,
He smirked and he jeered, there attacks he did balk!

And Jarl did not give, though was drove to a ledge,
and though he’d not live, would cut with sword edge.
The giant, it gored, with chasms cold wind,
The two titans roared, and refused to bend.

The two tested steel, and strength – thing to man,
But the giant would kneel, only with one ban.
The Jotuns were-strife, was silenced with the kill.
But the Jarl lost his life, and bled onto the hill.

The body of the Jarl, was placed on a boat,
And by the Huscarls, where sent all afloat.
The hearts of these men, rose with their Lord,
With sword and body flaming, went to peaceful Njord.

The Jarl did rise, from shadow and shade,
To Odin’s great Hall, was this warrior bade.
His story now told, the runes now risted,
In Valhallas song bold, his deeds they are listed.