Joseph was sitting in class listening to the professor drone on about Kennings and Fragments of old poetry, when it all began. He just so happened to look out the window when he saw a mountain in the distance begin to shake. The rumbling low groan hit him seconds later. Is that an earthquake? He wondered for a second before realizing how dumb he was. Not in Norway, it's not? That's when he saw the mountain turn, and a bearded, long-nosed face, seeming to be formed from the very forests themselves peer towards the town.
That's when pandemonium erupted.
A Skogtroll? Joseph thought, while calmly packing his backpack, people screaming and running from the classroom.
"Hm. They're supposed to be a myth."
Two weeks later.
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Joseph sits in class, struggling to focus on his book over the constant boom of church bells. They keep the trolls at bay, you know. Every kid here knows that. Joseph learned that in Norwegian folklore class last semester. Cool stuff.
Course that didn't help against the Lindwurms, Alv, and Landvættir. Not to mention that damn Kraken. But most of the things that popped up over the last two weeks were harmless; the Alv and the Landvættir were only dangerous if you didn't know what they were, the Kraken could be kept fed easily enough, and the rare god or jotun were satisfied with praises in their honot. Everything else? Turns out runes started working now, and Oslo has since turned into a magical fortress. Who knew learning old norse would be so helpful?