This part of the story takes place in a world outside our own.
Snow flew about on strong gusts of wind, stirring up the branches and throwing Rohnar's hair into disarray. The helmet under his arm was forgotten for the moment as he gazed at the white capped peaks before him, valleys filled with barren trees and frigid streams of ice clogged water. A slight chill crept under the bearskin cloak his shoulders but it only serve to remind him of his purpose there. Very well then, I shall seek thee out...monster.
The troll had been terrorizing the countryside, snatching up folk and devouring children, setting fire to barns and mutilating cattle. Rohnar had been sent after the monster by his father as he was the largest, fastest and strongest of his brothers. Along with a horse he was sent along with a treasured war hammer that belonged to his father's ,father's father who had been rumored to have stolen it from a dragon’s hoard. It was said to have magical powers, to create storms and cast bolts of lightning. But above all it was said to have given whoever wielded it, the gift of flight. Rumors all of them, it is but a weapon, a tool, and I am the craftsman set to do his work, thought Rohnar. The troll would die.
Edit: ORP now, any and all welcome.