I. By night the air over Nifheim was filled with the cries of dying men, poor souls who hadn't reached the safety of stone walls by the time the darkness descended around them. Out upon the snows they fell victim to the black yeti, and their kin could do nothing but huddle in terror and listen to their distant screams.
II. In time even their homes were no longer safe. The townspeople would venture forth in the morning to see that a door had been smashed, and find the chewed bones of the black yeti's victims within. So they took to cowering within the great hall when the daylight faded, the town's men, women, and children trembling there in fear.
III. A wanderer named Hrolf came to Nifheim one evening. He had ridden many miles, journeying to the east in search of treasure, and sought a place to rest. He arrived as the last of the townsfolk were running to the hall, and they screamed for him to follow. Inside its walls he learned of the black yeti.
IV. Hrolf urged the people of Nifheim to take up their arms, and slay the beast who had preyed upon their kith and kin. It was to no avail. They were gripped by fear, for all who had stood against the black yeti had met their demise. So for another night they thought to hide and quiver. But on that night the door to the hall trembled, beneath the black yeti's terrible blows.
V. The thick wood shattered, and the fearsome beast stormed into the hall. The women and children shrieked, knowing that death had come for them, while the men stood before them with weapons in their trembling hands. But Hrolf felt no fear. He seized the yeti's arm, and wrenched with all his might - tearing it from the creature's body. Heartened by the sight, the men of Nifheim fell upon the beast with axe and spear.