The Wolf Spear
When gods walked the world in the early days before humans and dwarves, one god was born with such beauty and light that his mother could not bear the thought of harm coming to him. She went about the world asking every being to pledge never to harm her son, and each one agreed, until all the world had united in their pledge and the son would grow up impervious to all around him.
The son's father was a young god still, and impetuous and foolhardy. He grew jealous at the attention heaped upon his progeny, but the world was young still and he had much to occupy his time. When the time came for him to fashion a weapon, he found iron that had fallen from the sky, and while it was still hot he mixed it with his breath and the bones of a creature he'd slain in the old world of the gods, as he'd kept these as a trophy. There was little iron but he fashioned a mighty spear, with a shaft made of ash and a sprig of mistletoe near the head. One day when the other gods were delighting in throwing objects at the son to watch them bounce off of him, the father grew irritated and cast his spear. There was malice behind his throw, yes, but he did not understand the nature of mother's spell, and felt shock as the spear buried itself in his son's breast, killing him instantly.
All were distraught, including the father. While the stories of the funeral that transpired and what became of the soul of a god are told elsewhere, the spear had another purpose to serve. Bound by his own son's entrails, the father hanged himself from a great tree, with the spear stuck in his side. The father waited to die, and after nine days, mad with thirst and pain and the loss of blood, he sacrificed himself to himself, something no god had yet done. Passing between the realms of dead and living, the Wolf was released from his bindings, and took up his spear to wander yet again. When the gods returned to their home above the world, he left his spear behind, and it has been borne by a dwarven hero against the Hugjarr, and a human hero as she fought to free her people from a tyrant, and a man'di hero who sought to bring down a great beast that had grown fat and insane from magic, and now stories circulate that the spear is in the hands of an elf, which portends grim events on the horizon.
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