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VULKAHN FOLHAMMAR

The First. Champion of Vdali

You speak of correction. Of Resolution. Of finishing what was left incomplete. You speak of Jotuns as though we are a wound to be closed, a mistake to be erased.

I am here to tell you otherwise.

I am Vulkahn Folhammar. I am the First. I stood in the vanguard when the world was young. I drank the ichor that carved my people from Ymir's own blood. I walked beside Vdali when mountains learned to shake and the Primordials learned to fear.

I have returned and I am the protector of Jotun kin.

Not because we have been wise. We have not. We have swung axes when we could have healed the world. We have bled when we should have bargained. I know our failures. I carry them. The empires that have burned. The kingdoms that fell.

But our failures do not give you the right to remake us.

Our silence does not grant you authority to play god upon a mountain.

You want to climb Pavonis? Align your stars? Speak your words into the air? You want to correct what was never broken, resolve people who have endured centuries of being told they should not exist?

But know this.

I will be there.

The ritual will fail. Not because I argue. Not because I declare. Because I stand in its path and will not move.

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NOW HEAR ME, YOU WHO CARRY THE BLOOD OF YMIR.

All of you. Scattered. Diminished. Wandering Meranthe with your heads bowed, your names forgotten, your strength treated as a relic of a past others would rather bury. You have been called a mistake. A fracture. Something to be corrected.

I call you mine.

I am the First. The root from which your lineage grew. The fire that broke the old world so that you could exist. And I say.

Enough.

Enough of kneeling. Enough of watching others decide your fate. Enough of waiting for permission to be what you were always meant to be.

They gather on Pavonis to unmake us. To finish what they started when they burned our cities, scattered our kin, and called it balance.

Let them gather.

Let them align their stars and speak their words.

And let them look upon the mountain and see what rises to meet them.

I call every Jotun who remembers what it means to stand. Every Giant, every half blood, every kin who has carried the weight of our name through centuries of silence and shared blood. Bring your axes. Bring your pride. Bring the fire that does not die.

We are not an error to be corrected. We are people. And we will not be erased.

If you have forgotten what it means to be Jotun, then stand beside me and remember. 

We climb together.

And when the ritual crumbles, when their correction becomes nothing but smoke on the wind, they will know.

You do not lay hands on my kin while I still draw breath.

- Vulkahn Folhammar

The First. Champion of Vdali. Protector of Jotun.