xJotunnmodr – The Trainer
xLaufsblad – The Deceptive
xLysta – The Beautiful
xLyndisbragd – The Hot-Headed
Jotunnmodr was never meant to remain in the Lair as long as he did. But despite his father’s whisperings, despite his devotion to the Arcanist, he wanted to see the Greenskeeper Gathering. He wanted to know the bustle of a Festival before he gave his life to his deity. Einmyrir accepted the proposition, fearful that the Arcanist might lose a warrior if he did not …
So it was that he also met his younger siblings from Einmyrir and Ena’s next clutch: Laufsblad, named for the festival; Lysta, for the crystalline jewels upon her wings; and Lyndisbragd, who hissed and snapped from the moment his egg cracked apart.
As the siblings grew, Einmyrir convinced Jotunnmodr to train his brothers and sister. They learned fast and well, and although it was Lyndisbragd who excelled at combat, his Fae siblings refused to back down in any fight. Even Lysta did not allow the weight of her gembound limbs to hold her back, and trained harder than either of her siblings to be the best. They brought home a great many spoils for the Clan, and Einmyrir was proud to call them his children.
Laufsblad excelled at concealment, both magical and practical. Lysta cultivated her gems into a kind of armour. And Lyndisbragd used his anger as a fuel that kept him going long past the point of exhaustion. When pitted against one another, they gave no quarter, and often had to be pulled apart by Jotunnmodr during training. In combat, they became a deadly team.
“They are ready,” Jotunnmodr said to his father one day as they watched the three clutch-mates wrestling for dominance in one of Jotunnmodr’s makeshift training rings, hidden away in a clearing deep in the Star Wood, far from the Lair where they would not be found by prying eyes. The Clan’s leaders did not entirely approve; but what they didn’t know wouldn’t hurt them.
“Then take them,” Einmyrir said. “Tonight. I will inform the Clan. Your mother.”
“Father?” Jotunnmodr murmured, a frown pulling his brows together as he peered down at him. He had waited for this day to come his whole life, but always expected that Einmyrir would lead them to the Observatory. That he would be there. He shook his head. “I do not know the way.”
Einmyrir went over to the nearest tree and climbed up, using even his wings to cling to the bark. He stopped when he reached his son’s eye-level and twisted his neck to look straight into his eyes. Einmyrir’s frills were still and calm.
“You know the way. The Arcanist is with you, in your heart. He will guide you.” He glanced across at the three dragons brawling in the clearing. “He will guide all of you.”
“What of Jarnleikr?” Jotunnmodr asked, thinking of his clutch-mate – who often shared meals with Daell, their older brother, the traitor who had broken their father’s heart. The two were alike in looks, and often whispered together. Jotunnmodr had seen the way their father bristled whenever he caught Jarnleikr with Daell.
“I will deal with him,” Einmyrir said darkly. “And he will join you soon.”
Jotunnmodr nodded again. “If you think this is best.”
“I will tell your mother that you said farewell,” Einmyrir promised as he descended the tree-trunk awkwardly. He paused between two gnarled roots, and glanced towards his latest clutch of hatchlings, his eyes growing fond. “Take care of them, until you are there.”
“The Arcanist will watch over us.”
Einmyrir nodded as he turned away, towards the Lair of the Lundlaevungar. “Yes; He will.”
These guys were exalted as part of the Greenskeeper Gathering Dominance Push 2014, which Arcane won!
Name Meanings:
Jotunnmodr: Giant’s Rage
Laufsblad: Leaf-Green
Lysta: Wish/Desire
Lyndisbragd: Temper
Jarnleikr escaped~ ;D