Tale 160 told by Bishop on 28.07.2002
More Ice.. Runes.. and those who conspire

The Grand Metamorph knew of the rune, and knew what
it would do for him.  The problem was acquiring it
from the miserable Wizard Warriors.  For hundreds of
years he watched, the Ancient Guardians of the 
Runestones watched as well.  Patient he was, and 
soon the Guardians did forget their purpose, the
runes were stolen and lost, one by one.  When the 
one that mattered finally was stolen, it was time 
to act.  Trudging through ice and snow, following 
that quick elf was painful.  Even his dragon's scales
didn't like cold like this, but to know one form!
To BE one form...  Breaking through the glacier, 
he came across the glow.  Much as the elf did 
before him.  The elf died pathetically, face down
in the snow, blood frozen before it left his
veins.  Now the easy part, for even the Master of
Destruction stood no chance versus his power.

Hagalaz chuckled watching the fools storm his gates.
He possessed the rune, and no one, no master, no
guardian, no army could take that away.  He casually
fingered his Cobra Scaled Jacket as he turned away
from the corpses falling outside...