The two children, Froedwig and his younger
sister Silvanda, had been exploring all morning. The noon
sun was directly overhead and everything was warm and bright.
The had left their Redguard village, Granitsta, early that
morning for a day in the wildnerness, a picnic, and with a
stern warning from their father to be home before dark. They
crossed a huge field that was bare save a single rose bush
right in the middle.
The little girl asked Froedwig about it.
"Well," he said, "according
to father a great battle was fought in this place many years
ago. The battle was visited by the God of all warriors, Reymon
Ebonarm, who caused the leaders to end the battle and return
to their homes. It is said that the rose bush grows where
he stood that day."
"Oh, how exciting," giggled Silvanda.
The children continued their trek approaching
some woods. As they entered the forest the air became very
cool and a deep quiet seemed to envelope them.
"What is that?"
Silvanda pointed to a large hole in the ground
from which protruded a long, thick pole. Around the hole thorny
plants had grown into an impenetrable wall.
"I don't know," said Froedwig, "but
let's see if we can get a closer look."
Looking beyond the hole, the children saw
an elderly Redguard of many years. His gray beard, scraggly
hair and stooped shoulders certainly did not support the authoritarian
command he gave. But the children stopped just the same as
"Who are you?" stammered Froedwig
as Silvanda carefully tucked herself behind her brother's
"My name is Hoennig Groevinger, and I
live in these woods."
"Why can't we examine yon hole, Master
Groevinger?" asked Froedwig.
"Because, my dear children, it and what
it holds are cursed. Now just wh-h-h-o are you?" he stuttered,
Finally gaining his composure, Froedwig said,
"I am Froedwig-aj- Murr of the village Granitsta. This
is my sister Silvanda. We are on an outing. Can you tell us
about this mysterious hole?"
"Well," said the old man as he slowly
settled to the ground, "Why don't you sit here with me
for a while and I will tell you about Oelander's Hammer. That's
the handle of the fabled weapon sticking out from yonder chasm."
With this the children also settled into sitting
positions in front of the old Redguard ranger.
Groevinger began, "Many year's ago there
was a huge battle fought in this very field ..."
"Oh, yes, I know," said Silvanda,
interrupting the old man. "It was ended by the Warrior
God Reymon Ebonarm, and the magic rose bush grows where he
stood that day..." she continued breathlessly.
The old man sternly cleared his throat causing
the little girl to again shrink behind her brother.
"Now, if I may continue without interruption...
On the day that battle ended, a young Redguard soldier stopped
in this spot as he was leaving to go to his home. He carried
the equipment he had used on the field which included a marvelously
fashioned war hammer that had been given to him by his father.
The weapon was beautifully made and unknown to the young warrior
carried an enchantment that had protected him through the
vicious battle just ended."
"The young man, Oelander by name, rested
by this very tree. Suddenly he was confronted by a wizard
dressed all in black from head to toe. Without so much as
a how-do-you-do, the wizard demanded that Oelander give him
his hammer. Still flushed from the battle, the young man just
looked at the dark man and laughed. The wizard shaking with
rage raised his hands to cast a horrible spell against the
soldier. However, the young man was quicker. The huge war
hammer whistled through the air smiting the wizard a mortal
blow just as the spell left his fingers. There was a loud
The children stared at the old man. He surpressed
a grin and continued.
"Clouds of dusk and smoke covered the
forest clearing, and when the air settled, yon hole was there
with the hammer's handle protruding from it. Oelander and
the wizard had vanished! The thorny vines you see grew up
immediately around the hole, and to this day no one has been
able to approach it close enough to remove that marvelous
weapon. Many have tried and all have failed. It is said that
only someone of tremendous merit can take it."
All of a sudden, both children in unison stood
and shouted, "Oh, look how the day has gone. We must
go. If we are late getting home, our father will be most unhappy
As they turned to leave, Froedwig said to
the old man, "Thank you, Master Groevinger, for telling
us of Oelander's Hammer. You know, I may just come back one
day and try to retrieve it!"
As they disappeared from his view, the old
man said to himself, "Ah, yes, Master Froedrig aj-Murr,
you just might do that."
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