After the eventful day that had just transpired, Bjorn and Ashlaine both agreed to meet in a few days. Bjorn escorted her home and made sure Dalin wasn't going to do anything stupid. Mind you he knows that Balin was probably keeping a strict watch on his son, Bjorn just didn't think it was necessary to take a stupid chance. His recent experiences with woman had left him a bit paranoid.
Seeing her to her door Bjorn gave her a small hug and decided to return to his area to relax. Bjorn was walking along and humming a tune.
"My..MMMM..told...MMM. someday I would...mmm"
HMMHHMMMHHMMMHMMMHMMMMM
Suddenly while humming he felt a presence. Without stopping Bjorn or even looking to his side raised his hand and caught the massive fist that was head towards him.
"Hmm, seems you haven't gotten as rusty as I thought." Thor said while pulling his fist back. "Though I would say you could use a bit of work training your sense back up to the God level. When you were younger I would never had been able to sneak up on you."
"When I was younger I trusted no one. I kept my sense open at full blast thinking I was keeping myself safe."
"Oh, I know Bjorn. Your mother was quite worried about you. So how did you start changing that habit. Oh and lets take a walk while we talk I have some things I need to check on tonight and I would love if you could join me."
"Sure I don't mind."
"Amazing, lets go brat."
OOF
Bjorn not expecting his father to slap his back so hard stumbled and shot a glare at the giant oaf.
"Oh don't give me that look. Get to telling me about how you changed that habit of yours."
Shaking his head knowing his father was just trying to spend time with him Bjorn began to tell him while walking. It turned out that when Bjorn was just 8 years old he had stumbled upon a hidden Fey village. While there his sense would always be alarming him to different disturbances. After talking to the Village Elder, he found out from her that the fey were half spirit being. They tended to slip between this world and the spirit world.
Bjorn's senses being so advance due to his obscene levels of power could discover every small ripple in the space around him. So Bjorn being tired with the way that his senses were constantly alarming him to friendly presences asked the Elder for help.
Help she truly did. When Bjorn asked for help she trained him for three months straight without rest. She trained Bjorn to be able to shut off his main senses while still retaining what she called True Instinct. She fined tuned his instincts to make it so Bjorn would feel any killing, or malicious intent directed at him. It ended up being so overpowered it was almost as is if Bjorn could faintly read a person's mind without actually hearing their thoughts.
So if Bjorn's body had sensed that Thor had any thoughts he shouldn't Bjorn would have moved on pure instinct to stop whatever attack was being thrown his way.
As Bjorn told his father about the grueling training he did in the Fey Village they continued to walk through the hold. Using the basic movement skill Light Walk they could move thousand of miles in just moments. Walking through the hold, you had to use Light Walk or some other form transportation because of how large it is.
They walked from the main buildings towards the mountains in the east. While walking they past through great plains areas where Pegasus and centaurs where roaming a playing. Continuing on they found themselves in a giant forest with trees so tall you couldn't see the tops of them. What you could see though were the numerous Griffins either lounging, playing , or grooming each other in the branches.
When the griffins saw Bjorn and his father they were quite excited and dove down to circle them and cry at them to play. Bjorn and his father just continued walking while chuckling at the silly animals. Seeing them act this way you wouldn't think that they are still 12 ton animals that stand abouts 7 meters high with a wingspan being roughly get to around 21- 25 meters depending on the size of the griffin. Adorned with eagle talons on the front and lions legs for the rear the animal was quite ferocious looking. That was all without looking at their beaks which seemed sharp enough to cut space.
Turning towards the south east they finally found themselves at the Fjord that held their navy. The fjords walls had been dug into and expanded to make workshops for building the ships. Bjorn looked around with proud watching hundreds of these ships be produced with streamline efficiency.
Turning towards his father Bjorn asked, "Father did you have some other reason for bringing me around to these places tonight?"
"Yes, but first how much have you learned about the War Games held every 50 years?"
"Hmm, if I remember correctly that is where the god clans all go to war against each other to find who is the strongest and the ones to control resources for the next 50 years."
"Correct except you are missing a couple key points. Firstly, each clan can only send an army up to 15,000 people in it. Secondly, None of the gods whether higher or lower being can interfere in the fight meaning yes it is you all the younger generation are the ones fighting in this glorious battle. Finally I have some bad news for you."
"What is it father?"
*Sigh*
"When I told the other god clans that you were going to be this generations commander they flew into a tizzy. The only way I could allow you to join was if you took a reduced army."
"Wait, why am I the one being commander? Would it not be better if Beth or Rolo did this."
"No, first of all Rolo is just an emotional muscle head that can only smash stuff. Besides that Beth is already to old and powerful. Not to mention she has already been a commander in the last war games so she can't do it again." Thor explained to Bjorn.
"How long till the War Games start then father?"
"You have 6 weeks to prepare."
"Well...shit..."