[center][h2][color=khaki]Jørmund[/color][/h2][/center]

Jørmund listened to the bard and quickly realized the tale he was telling. The earth Genasi hadn't thought much about that day in years. The memory played through his head, it had been early morning when the raiders had attacked. Most of those who could fight had left an hour or so earlier to investigate a nearby by clearing. Jørmund had wanted to go with them, but he was told that he needed to stay and help his smithing master with the forge. When the raiders had arrived most of those in the village were unprepared and forced to flee to their homes or out of the village. Jørmund heard the horn sounding that the village was under attack, two short bursts and one long. He grabbed on of the other younger villagers and handed her a spear, shield, and helm. Once she was armed he told her to gather anyone she can and get them here to the forge so they could be armed with what was available. Jørmund armed himself with a chain shirt, shield, and mace. The wait after felt like hours even though it was just minutes. 

With a shake of his head Jørmund left his recollection bringing himself back to the present moment. Plasm's question had been what had brought him back from the memory. [Color=khaki]"His tale is mostly true. The details of the fight with Haradlr is a bit exaggerated. I had started to learn to use the magic granted by the divine as well as found a replacement for my mace, an axe. Where the idea that I fought him entirely bare handed came from the fact that when the rest of the village got to where we were, he had pulled the axe from my hand after it caught in his shield and mine was in splinters. I did manage to punch him hard enough to bring him down but after having used some of my magic. That was not a pleasant day. By the time it was done I think we had lost nearly twenty of those that fought with me and several more who had initially fled."[/color] The earth genasi started to turn away from the performance not wanting to watch it anymore. His tone shifted to a more somber one as he finished his abbreviated retelling to Plasm.

 [Color=khaki]"I'm going to go back to the feasting tent to eat."[/color] Jørmund told his companion before starting back to the tent they were at earlier.