The Gervalp. Oh the tales I had heard from my fellow hunters about them. Wolves as big as horses they would say. Bigger and bigger with each telling and more drink of course.
Then at the Althing I saw them. Fierce and giant. As big as ponies they were prey worth a tale.
Once me and Bens began looking into the Nyrna I focused most of my attention on Dyr. The ancient Vesten referred to her as the mother of monsters. In quieter times she once protected the people of these island by keeping the great beasts away from the towns and villages. Then when the Nyrna decided to rule Dyr directed the monsters to the towns that wouldn’t bend the knee. When the Grumfather tried to stop them Dyr drove his pet wolf mad.
The Grumfathers wolf Ger. Father to the Gervalp. Had I not seen it myself I would not have believed. I have seen smaller ships than that colossal wolf.
But I have gone off track. After the attack of the Gervalp and the Nyrnas appearance I linked Dyr to their attacks. So I sent out for information on all Gervalp appearances hoping to track her down.
To my surprise there was no news. Previously there was at least one report a month of Gervalp sightings but once I started looking they vanished. So I searched known lairs and hunting grounds and found nothing.
Then after three months the reports started coming in. Dozens of them all from Kivik. I knew we had to go there it was our only lead.
As we climbed that damned mountain we saw plenty of Gervalp mostly dead. The smaller ones had been killed by the larger ones.
We then found them. Dozens of Gervalp the largest 3 times the size of an Eisen warhorse. They ignored us entirely and attacked the roots of an ancient tree in the mountainside.
Bens theory was correct Dyr had found the prison of the great wolf and was using his children to free him.
After some fierce fighting we put down the Gervalp and for a second I genuinely thought we had stopped Ger returning.
Then she appeared an ancient withered woman moving with speed and purpose looked as though she was trapped between flesh and spirit more wraith than flesh.
The Nyrna Dyr.
She walked straight into the tree and then Ger awoke.
I have travelled the world fighting monsters. I have nearly died countless times and to my endless remorse lost more comrades then I can recall.
Seeing Ger caused me to pause. I stood stunned by my fear.
My comrades however were fearless Lukas and Lockhart actually climbed the damn beast while that crazy bastard Hakon decided to grab the attention of Ger by attacking the source of his legendary virility.
Their courage spurred me to action and I pinned the beasts tail as it chased Hakon.
Lukas got ripped from Gers shoulders and attacked its leg trying to slow it down. Hakon joined him and combined they got the beast to fall. The Lockhart, the boy who I didn’t think should come on such a dangerous expedition fell with the beast and with all his might plunged his blade deep. Combined with the force of the fall he pierced its brain.
That is how Ger the Great Wolf, the hunting wolf of the Grumfather was slain.
Then Dyr showed herself fully intending to finish us off. Completely unaware that we knew her weakness she made no attempt to defend herself and died quickly.
It was only after the fight did i realise Knarr wasn’t with us. Dyr had killed him before waking Ger.
If only that was the end of this adventure.
We went back down the mountain eager to rest and return to Kirk.
The boat was attacked by an natural storm and we were dragged to a place were we could see the Nyrna as they truly were.
I fought with a strength I have not had in many years battle clouding me to all but my enemy. It was as though i was young and foolish once more.
When I came out of my haze we had returned to normal. Knarrs body was missing as were several of the crew and Bolivars beast.
We killed two Nyrna on this adventure and one of the greatest beasts of Vesten myth.
So much for retirement.