|Vok:Scrolls of Eventuality |

In the beginning there was crystals: [1011 /1000]

For a mere moment the Bokmals feared that Valhalla was crumbling from the sky above... Any lion would fear the day myths became morbid tricks of fate. But as the lions found their safety in there porous boats as the northern lights slowly became shrouded from their hardened stares. A massive meteor whirled by with what seemed like the cries of valiant armies. And this bemused creatures of the night until the oddity sent up waves of dust and dew into the crisp foggy air. Ubbe was the first to start barking his orders to return to the soft banks of home. Soon many other lions followed his suit even Ivar the Boneless.

How odd, the stone of a shimmering sheen and other worldly delights. Yet the stone with crisped edges and elegant fragments strewn about in the dirt puzzled the lions even more. But that didn’t stop heart beats of some of the more cynical lions from beginning to whisper chaos and murmur fears to there fellow Bokmal’s. As Ubbe and Ivar glanced over each they nodded simply before each clawing at a fragment to investigate the oddity. Ubbe ended up slicing up his paw due to sharp edges which made him real back in anger.

Ivar just rolled his eyes watching the bright red male lap at his paw like a wee lion cub. But the fragments would make great weapons or at least great spiritual tokens for the fearful. As Ivar blinked slowly he smirked as a brilliant idea came to his mind. The smirk turned rather shark like with his eyes darkening to silken ashes. Ivar roared with all his might,“Bokmals! Heed my words!!! Woden has fallen!!! Rhagnarok will begin in the matter of hours... It is time we prepare ourselves to fight! Fight for what? Our land! Our Valhalla!! Our Woden!!! Now are the Bokmals or are we the weaklings of the west.” He snarled baring his teeth at a small cub before smiling as the groveling thing straightened up into a more adequate stance.

But the skeptics still stared at him oddly, yes they believed but how could a rock be Woden? Why would Woden harm the Bokmal Lions? If he was as devoted as there religion said they were then why would the ruin their meeting hall and the precious grounds that was laid out before it. The lions had stopped whispering as they watched Ubbe and Ivar with cautious and reluctant eyes. They were lucky, they had all made it to safety but would it be safe any longer if they didn’t start speaking now?

“Let us wait for King Ragnar to decide! He will know how to fix this! Let him speak to the Seer! Then we can know that Woden has truly fallen!” A lion heckled out from the massive crowd causing more whispers in agreement to be unleashed by the fellow lions. Ubbe’s eyes widened before he cast his gaze over to Ivar. He could see the make with blue guy liner struggle to keep his composure as he wanted to fight so soon. Ivar’s bones shuttered with rage as he suppressed his fighting spirit back into his soul before he gave another spine tingling smile. “Have it your way then, we will wait and we will guard this oddity night and day till our King sails home with his son’s Björn, Hvirtserk, and Siguard.” He shouted back finally getting the approval he wanted from his blasted pride mates from the beginning.

Ubbe silently limped over wrapping his wound with wet moss and the stickiest spider webs in the clearing. Soon the lion made his way over to Ivar after he finished assigning guarding positions to the strongest among them. The others were forced to start collecting samples or cleaning up the meeting house. The red and white lion cleared his throat looking at the smaller male, “If it helps Ivar the Boneless, I would have fought with you.” He said with spite of anger from the hecklers lacing his normally charismatic voice. Ivar glared at him with eyes that were all most black,“At least I can trust you over these bloodied fools, Ubbe. Now go pick a meager task I don’t need someone saying I’m showing favoritism.” He snarled out before turning his back to face the massive meteoroid.Ubbe simply grunted before trotting off to go lug carved timber’s and what other remains that was able to be saved into intricate piles. Of course they had found a hoard of treasure which resulted in them taking a longer time to move the debris as they had to work with the Seer to find a new sacred spot.

Days had gone by as guards swapped out and lions and lionesses alike had finished clearing the rubble from their once homey clearing. King Ragnar and his sons were finally anchoring at port and well the lions were awfully relieved to have a wise and noble leader back to guide them over the glimmering as well as electrifying Boulder. Maybe the could make use out of it somehow? A glowing Rune for everyone, eh?

King Ragnar’s expression did not disappoint as Ubbe and Ivar explained the chaos that ensued over the last few days, along with the heroic acts of bravery by making everyone go to their boats and sail out into the crystalline seas. But it was simple that the King was trying his best to give his approval. Ivar and Ubbe swiftly bowed their heads to unload their ships filled with goods from prides they had raided. Hours of labor and meticulous sweat led them to pacing as King Ragnar spent just as much time inside the hut with the Seer. But with due time he came out and roared for his pride to gather round. It was clear exhaustion was taking him by the way he shifted his weight from his hindquarters to his front paws. “My dear Bokmals.... With pleasure I announce Woden has not fallen but as of today we have no clue what this Boulder is...”