Old Futhark
Perdhro

Perdhro had always been a gambler. He couldn't help it. He had never seen anything else. And it hadn't been so bad if he was good at it. But as it turned out, he always lost everything with it. 
It happened occasionally that he walked on the streets with no cloths and no money.
Somebody with sympathy for Perdhro gave him old, worn out cloths.

Perdhro had grown up in a family where his mother had to keep some money safe from his father, because he blew it all on cards and other gambling games.
He was as weak as his father. Although he had sworn to himself that he would never be like him, he got in the spiral of gambling and sadly enough the spiral went down, and he didn't have anybody like his mother to keep some money away from his greedy hands.

It was on a cold night when he lost for the last time. He had gone over his head as always by gambling with everything he owned. But he hadn't thought his opponent had taken it so literal. 
He took Perdhro's freedom, his cloths and honour.
He now was not much more than a slave and with some regret, he looked back at his life and realised he had accomplished nothing jet. He would have to get out of this spiral. He had to get out of his masters claws.

But his master had other plans for him. As all men in that lifetime, his master had to go to the army. He didn't really feel like that and had a long conversation with the state. 
Eventually, after lots of money and time, his master had done it. He, Perdhro had to go into war and he got to stay home.
The only good thing of it was that he wasn't a slave anymore. He was worse.. A soldier, risking his life for the stupid quarrels of rich men.

If he ever got out of that alive, he would never gamble again. But as the days in that camp passed, he felt that his mind and body aced for the kick of gambling. At first he could keep that feeling on the background, but after some weeks, or months ( he wasn't sure) gambling was all he could think of.

"Please help me! Kill me." Perdhro cried out to his leader Hagalaz.
"You just need something to put your mind of gambling Perdhro. I'm not going to waist a good mans life."
"But I'm nothing."
"You're always something. You were a gambler. But now, now we'll make something else of you. How about a good warrior?"
"Will that stop the acing?"
"If you work hard enough." Hagalaz had said. And since that day, Perdhro had done nothing but train and risk his life, and his leader had been right. The acing stopped as soon as he felt the cold steel of the sword in his hands.
"I told you so that you were something." Hagalaz had said after he and Perdhro had fought. Perdhro had lost from his leader, but that didn't matter. Perdhro had found a new prepuce in life. And it was gambling free.

Sometimes, when he was sleeping, he could feel the acing of gambling, softly pulling at his mind, but it was too soft to really pay any attention to it.
And so he was declared gambling free when the day came they had to leave for war.

He was even sad when a dragon crossed their path and took them with him in stead of to the battlefield.

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Line is typed with Dwarf Runes 1 was found here
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