Middle Age Arc | Prologue 1: "Folk Tale 1"

"Gather around children, I have a story to tell. Once there lived a dwarf by the name Ragnar Lothbrok. Legends tells that at the age of 16 he slayed a mythical beast. By the early age of 17 he became a general in the dwarven army because of his feat at the age of 16. The mythical beast gave Ragnar Lothbrok mysterious powers. Using these mysterious powers Ragnar quickly climbed the ranks of the dwarves' army. Quickly establishing himself as a ruthless leader. Ragnar Lothbrok excelled at fighting but he outshined most warriors because of his powers. Legend foretells that Ragnar Lothbrok has the ability to summon a pocket dimension. It's like the magic Dimension Home. In this alternate dimension that looks like a barren wasteland with swords strewn everywhere. Once activated the target is trapped, unable to use spatial magic."

The front doors open as a mysterious dwarf enters. He has a long beard with braids strewn throughout. He appears to be in his mid 30's. He has a double bladed battle ax strapped to his back. He is wearing a breastplate and leg armor.

"Now what's she telling you this time?"

"Ragnar my boy, I was telling them about how you killed a mythical beast at the tender age of 16. Then you went on to establish yourself as a legendary general."

"Come on mama, you tell them that all the time."

"Daddy, show us your powers. Come on please. Dad."

"Ivar I would but it's too dangerous."

"Come on dad. We won't tell Mom."

"Ivar, hand me that stick. Now step back."

Ragnar grabs the stick and sucks in air. As the air around him heats up. Then he blows fire out of his mouth.

"OMG so badass dad."

"Now that's all I can show you for now. I got to lead a raiding party."