Deer Hide Scribbles

Note · 10 gp · Weight 0

"These are the words of the chieftain Hrazk, as written by Ingun of the White Feather Clan. I am Hrazk, the greatest and mightiest chieftain of the giants. The younglings must know the good deeds and wise thoughts of the great chieftains, so I commanded my men to catch a slave who can write. He will write the history of our tribe and how we became the strongest of all. Once, we were not as strong. Other tribes hunted us, chased us away from the good spots, caught and ate our hunters. We had to retreat further and further into the mountains to survive. There were no large beasts and no humans. It was a hungry life. In the mountains, we found BONES. Very old BONES, but there were some scraps of frozen meat left. I am the chieftain, so I get the best food. When I started to dig through the BONES to find the tastiest one, they spoke to me! They spoke without words, in a voice like a very, very fierce snowstorm. The voice promised strength, glory, and lots of food. A sharp shard of ice came out of my BONE and sank into my hand. It changed everything. I am lucky now. I always know where to catch a deer and where to catch a human. My nose always points the right way. Now we are never hungry. I was born mighty. I killed my father to become chieftain. My father was a head taller than me! He could rip a deer in two with his bare hands, but I strangled him and feasted on his guts. I was strong before, but now I am the strongest! Hrazk is the mightiest! The greatest! We came back from the mountains. We have the best hunting spots now. Other tribes fear us. But I still hear the voice. And I have dreams about ancient times. Now I know that these were the BONES of a frost giant. Those giants were very big and scary, but they all died long ago. They served the BONE LORD who lives in the far mountains. They drew his mark with the blood of their enemies. A three-fingered hand. He gave them his power, and now it is mine. He can give more. We only need to serve him well. I don't know what the BONE LORD wants. I give him sacrifices and I draw his mark in blood, too, but it is not enough. I will learn his will and carry it out. Then we will become big and strong like frost giants. We will eat anyone we want, and the BONE LORD will descend from the far mountains, freeze the world, and rule its frozen wastes. These things are scary to talk about, but I've seen the dreams. I know that this it must be so. This is our glorious story. The young can read it now. Hrazk talked a lot, Hrazk's throat is sore. Need to eat something. Did the slave finish writing? DESNA PLEASE SAVE ME NO NO NO"