[Author's Note: I decided to try something different with this, instead of just quoting the log. I have made an attempt to write these events in the style of an Icelandic Saga]

Early Morning, November 1, 2009 -- Paul's Apartment

"As the saying is, I have got a wolf by the ears."
        -- Phormio, Act iii Sc. 2, Terence

There was a Modi named Light-Bringer, a son of the House of Jotnar. He was a brave warrior and hale and handsome of form, but without the heart for battle, and spoke the Wyrd of the Fenris Wolf. His companions mistrusted him because of this, and he left his homeland to find his place in the world. Seeking advice from a spa-witch, a seer of fortune, he traveled far to the north, where he saw many wonders, and settled there to live for a time, laboring in works of great charity.

At that time, the land was very disturbed. People did not heed the Law-Speaker nor the rulings of the Althing, and acts of perversion were many in their number. The growing cold of the Fimbulwinter loomed large over the earth. There were barren lakes and untilled fields, despoiled by rot and waste. The Jotuns were restless, and called up demons and fiends to spread further blight.

Now, it must be told how a seith-witch became the beloved of Light-Bringer. She was one of the fairest of women to look on; she had golden hair to nearly rival Sif's dwarven-forged mane and was tall and slim of stature. Though mild in her temperment and of a giving nature, she bore a mighty Wyrd and was well versed in her arts. The Fenris Wolf knew of this, and of her Wyrd, and was determined that he should benefit from it greatly, and so harried the dreams of Light-Bringer until the Modi looked upon her with favor and desired her for himself.

However, Light-Bringer was not her only suitor, and her Orlog decreed that she could make no choice betwixted the two that sought her, nor had she any living relative, save one brother who had journied afar and not yet returned, to arrange the matter as it ought to be. This she tearfully spoke to the besotted Modi.

Such words stung at Light-Bringer's breast like a barbed arrow and in his torment he threw on his Wolf Skin and did much damage in the forest beyond the town, and to his own dwelling place while he was berserker. When it came that he had exhausted himself beyond measure in his rage, he fell instantly into a deep slumber.

Into his dreams that night again came the Fenris Wolf, for it is only as such that he can, bound so by the Gods until Ragnarok. He looked upon Light-Bringer and saw the seeping wound and knew his plans to be shortly undone, did he do nothing. With great annoyance, he roused the sleeping Modi and bid him cover himself once more with the Wolf Skin, and follow him.

The Fenris Wolf brought the silver-furred Modi, Light-Bringer, son of the House of Jotnar, into a wide space of ice and snow, bidding that the Modi keep the terrific pace he set across the freezing foothills. After much of running in the bitter air, they were come to a small garth, nestled into a dip of the land and seeming to rise from the ground itself, a snow-covered mound whisping a bit of wood-smoke from the opening in it's center.

The Modi asked who owned this house, to which the Fenris Wolf instructed him to discover. As Light-Bringer took off the Wolf Skin, he found himself wrapped in the finest garments of linen, wool, and fur, fit for a Jarl. At his knock, the door opened and a sizable man greeted the young Modi in a dialect different from his own, urging him inside with much welcome and joy.

Olaf, as he was known, made sure to do good honor to this guest, giving the Modi the best place at the fire. All eyes set upon Light-Bringer, remarkable in that they were all the palest of ice-blue, the same shade of his own. The Modi sat and marvelled at this coincidence... this must be a family, he though, for they all looked alike in mein. He was offered meat and bread and mead, as befit hospitality as the gathered people slowly set back to their tasks, speaking to each other in that peculiar dialect.

Now there was in this house a young lad of eight winters by the name of Tyrkir, son of Olaf. His sister, Selda, had made him a challenge, and so it was that he went to the Modi. Light-Bringer looked on the child with good affection and gave him greeting, to which Tyrkir responded in like, then reached out to touch to Modi's arm, running back and crowing about the daring of his deed. In good humor, Olaf caught up his son by the ankle, delivering a reprimand for so disturbing their guest.

It came then that the Fenris Wolf chose to come once again to Light-Bringer, padding through the awed reverence of the gathered people. On the Modi he fixed his furied gaze and asked of him "What do you see here, Light-Bringer? Who owns this house?"

To this Light-Bringer replied, for he had come to the answer in his thoughts there by the fire "This is House Jotnar, if I am not mistaken. And it has always been yours, Fenris."

The Fenris Wolf nodded once, coming closer to the Modi "It is the future of the House of Jotnar." He then turned away, padding back throught those gathered, who part to make way for his massive form. He moved through their number, searching out the one he sought.

The Modi rose from his chair with a single question on his lips "The future?", and moved to follow the Fenris Wolf once more. The black furred beast had then found who he sought, and wound his huge form around the maiden, urging her towards Light-Bringer with a commanding growl. It must be said that she was fair and slim, with golden hair to nearly rival Sif's dwarven-wrought locks. She had the look of the seith-witch about her, save for her eyes of the palest ice-blue.

The Modi knew in that moment he was being shown a part of his own Wyrd, and the Wyrd of the House of Jotnar. Then the Fenris Wolf spoke once more: "Her and her children after her, and their children... and their children after them. They wait here, to go out into the world. It would be a great tragedy, the loss of the House of Jotnar."

It was then that the name of the seith-witch fell from the Modi's lips, in his amazement. He was still staring at the young maiden when the Fenris Wolf took her wrist in his massive jaws and began to lead her away "Terrible, indeed, if she is never to be born, if the world will not know her light. If you are too weak to fight for what you love." Each of those gathered here who the Fenris Wolf passed turned to follow him, as the dream began to dissolve like the morning dew.

The Modi sought after the maiden and the Fenris Wolf, unwilling to wake, but it was not to be. In a moment she was gone away, and far from his sight.