#illhveli

[a-book-of-creatures]

Question to distract from the world falling apart, in case you also want those: Which of the evil whales are your favorite? I have a soft spot for the Hrosshvalur.

The hrosshvalur really is the complete package. It's evil. It hates everyone (especially you. Yes, you, the reader). It will go out of its way to kill. It's inedible. It jumps like the stokkull. It has a red mane like the raudkembingur. It's a water horse. It's a seahorse. It's a hippocampus. It's a walrus. It's all of those and none of those.

[dawginabottle]

Múshveli 🐁🐋 one of the bloodthirsty Illhveli of Iceland 🇮🇸

[briefbestiary]

Interestingly, hrosshvalur are also considered suitable allies for destruction-seeking sorcerers and witches due to their strong and aggressive nature.

[viking-illustrator]

Business as usual

[kaesaaurelia]

Hey guys, I'm excited to show off some snippets of the monster descriptions I've been writing for the 13 Days: Monsters & Myths zine! The third and final sample I have for you is illustrated by @feusus and is about a collection of Icelandic sea monsters known as the illhveli, or evil whales.

If you want to see the full piece and all! six! malevolent! whales! (plus a free bonus fish) go check out @13daysadvent and buy a copy of the zine & advent calendar before August 2!

[evolutionsvoid]

From my entries on the infamous "evil whales" of the northern seas, folks should know that there are ten species that make up the Illhveli. However, it has been brought up to me time and time again that I apparently missed one. Some locals have told me and even people from other parts of the world have claimed I am forgetting the eleventh member. To them, there are eleven Illhveli, and this last one is the most mysterious of them all! Obviously so mysterious that even the famous Chlora Myron, master of all things flora and fauna, didn't know it existed! How embarrassing! To take all this time to write up entries on "every" Illhveli and then miss one! Oof, what a blunder! And that is when I turn to the helpful little informant, grab them by the collar and say LISTEN HERE, YOU NOXIOUS WEED! I didn't miss nothing! I didn't forget, I didn't omit! You come in here all smug with the idea that you "got" me but I will have you know that I am perfectly aware of the Galdrhveli and I didn't include it with the other Illhveli ON PURPOSE! It is you who are making the mistake because the Galdrhveli ISN'T AN ILLHVELI!

"Oh but Chlora" you stupidly say, "it has hveli right in the title!" Why yes it does, ya knothead, and Bone Dragons have "dragon" in their name too! You know what they aren't?! Dragons! Are Nectar Cows really cows?! Are spider monkeys actually spiders?! NO! It is just the name they have been given, with no basis or connection to their actual origins and classifications! So despite the Galdrhveli sounding all official like, it does not belong amongst the evil whales. Yes, I know there are plenty of folk who think I am wrong and truly believe it is a member. Believe me, they have let me know they exist. But just like individuals who believe the world is flat or think dryads are the result of an unsupervised greenhouse and a frisky wizard, they are incredibly wrong and need their head checked. So why do I so boldly claim that the Galdrhveli doesn't belong with the Illhveli? Well, lets look at the facts. The Galdrhveli is a rare whale of the northern oceans, found only in a certain region of the sea. Despite their armored appearance, which makes some people think exoskeleton, they are indeed mammals. This species can be found in pods of six to eight, or swimming alone. What decides if they are traveling solo or not isn't fully known, but we feel it has to do with distance. This species has a preference for a certain group of islands and ice flows, with most of their kind remaining near these land masses their entire lives. When close by to these islands, they are fine swimming about in smaller groups. If they are traveling away from this specific region, they appear to group up for safety in numbers (or power in numbers, as we will discuss later). Pretty much the further you get away from this area, the more they boost their pod size.

 The most notable thing about these whales are their prominent tusk that juts from their head like a lance. Lots of people call this structure a "horn," while in truth it is really a tooth. It is a canine tooth that has grown to such a size and length that it pierces the flesh and acts like an entirely different thing. Obviously you can't chew or bite with such a tooth! This crazy structure is what a lot of folk know about these whales, as it is pretty much all we really know about them. The Galdrhveli is a species we know very little about, as they live in a remote area of the icy ocean and are also insanely aggressive. The Galdrhveli are blamed for most, if not all, missing ships that travel out to those frozen islands. What sails out into those unknown waters are doomed never to return, except some totally do because we wouldn't know what we know if everyone died. "Hold it there," you annoyingly cut in, "you said they are an aquatic marine mammal and are also known to sink ships and kill people. Sounds like a pretty evil whale to me!" Astute observation, rotbrain, but not all Illhveli are actually whales, and those reasons are not why I am excluding them! Galdrhveli don't belong in that group because there is one other big thing we know about them: someone made them.

The Galdrhveli are not a natural species, and thus do not properly belong in usual classification systems. Indeed, they are a whale, so we can say they are a whale, but if we are trying to figure out how they are connected to other species or came to be, they no longer fit because they were artificially created. You can't just make up terrible new species and then jam them into whatever order or classification you want! If they are so mysterious, then how do we know they were made? The easy answer to this is that a certain group literally admitted to creating them, so that clears it up quite nicely! But even before this hard confirmation, you could plainly see that something was up with this species. Records of all the Illhveli date back to a long time ago, spanning centuries. On the other hand, records of the Galdrhveli have a very clear starting point, one you can almost pinpoint to the day. So this species is known to be way younger than all the other Illhveli, which is another reason I exclude them, as how can you have a clear group of ten members but then loop in one other species that showed up centuries after?

Anyways, there were no records of the Galdrhveli or any encounters that have those clear Galdrhveli signs in ancient history. There are even journals and ship logs that pass through those islands they call home way back then, and make no mention of running into one. So a species that is tied to a single region was somehow missed each time some explorer or lost trader wound up in their area? Yeah, I don't think so. Then suddenly, a ship full of witches is chased out into the northern seas, desperately escaping the eternal witch-mage conflict. They vanish near these islands and then, not long after, reports of a glowing sea and vanishing vessels start to show up. How strange! What could it mean? It means that the Helkkja made them! Like I said, they have straight up admitted it. The whole history and ways of the Helkkja are too much to get into here, but we can assuredly say that this species was made to protect their new home. The Galdrhveli don't just lurk these waters because they are their birth place, but because they are the guardians of these frozen isles. The pods that swim further away serve as scouts and spies, checking the outer regions to see if anything foul is afoot. They will eventually return home to safe waters and bring this information back to their masters. As for the ones near the islands, they are on patrol, keeping a look out for any vessel that dares invade their waters. Any ship that gets too close or seems too suspicious is deemed a threat, and the Galdrhveli go into action. For attacking ships, they have one weapon. Obviously, it is their tusk, or should I say, their wand.

The tusk of the Galdrhveli is not just some fancy long tooth, it was designed and shaped to serve as a catalyst for magic. The nerves running into that structure are tied to mana reserves in their body, and they call upon it to power them. The glow that comes from their body is not just regular bioluminescence, but an indicator of the energy that flows through them. When sailors enter their waters, they will start to see the ocean glow and lights move about in the deep. This is a subtle warning for them to turn around and flee. Unfortunately, it is not an obvious one and the Galdrhveli are not the patient type. If the vessel does not react in a way they see fit, they open fire. Twisting and moving their head allows them to wield the tusk like a real wand, having it go through the motions one associates with spell casting. By performing a specific gesture, they can unleash crude magic upon their foes, and they appear to have a variety of spells to choose from! The most common one is a simple bolt of blue energy, like a magic missile! Except this magic missile is scaled to the size of a whale and is being fired from the dark waters below your ship. Survivors of these attacks speak of pillars of light that appear and destroy their ship, but these phenomenon are not from the heavens. It is their bolts of magic that are erupting from the ocean and blasting holes in the offending vessel. Needless to say, not many ships can survive this assault, so this is the spell they commonly use to sink intruders.

Another spell they have is an icy one, capable of freezing the waters with their tusk. It sounds like they use this to create icebergs and frozen barriers that will block ships and seal off escape. Another story tells of the Galdrhveli leaping from the waters and summoning lightning with their tusks, calling down an explosive bolt to fry their foes. The only other one I have heard about is a spell that is only cast by an entire pod of Galdrhveli. In extreme emergencies, the entire pod will circle the opposing fighter or ship and point their tusks skyward. Spinning in the water as they keep themselves vertical, these whales will create a ring of devastation between them, annihilating everything caught in their circle. These stories are a bit shaky, but some folk have claimed to escape this magic and witnessed entire ships and their crew turn to dust from this infernal energy. Honestly, just hearing about the first spell was enough for me to swear off visiting these islands. Unless I get a Helkkja escort, I will never risk getting near that place! That shows you how good their guards are, if they are enough to deter me!

The specifics on how the Galdrhveli were created or how they work is known only by the Helkkja, and they obviously aren't the talkative type. They have claimed to be the creators of this species (and numerous others) and that is all they've really said. The rest we supposedly know about the Galdrhveli is from legends, rumors and good ol' guessing. For example, some stories claim that the Helkkja feed the Galdrhveli potions and ingredients to help fuel their spells. The claim is that they make up these floating bundles of special foods and materials then cast them into the ocean. The Galdrhveli gobble these gifts up and that is how they maintain such a source of energy. It would also explain why they always eventually return home, as they need a good refuel. I imagine they are capable of eating other things in the wild to keep up some of their reserves, and maybe these offerings are just for their stronger spells. Some say that the Galdrhveli are Helkkja who have transformed themselves, and that the species is just an illusion of shapeshifting. Not too sure on that one, it may just be them mixing it up with another aquatic denizen tied to these witches.

Another claim is that the Galdrhveli are always watched over by their masters, even after death. Despite their incredible tusks and magic soaked bodies, very little materials of theirs have made it to our shores. A species that potent would be ripe for harvesting, and I imagine many black markets would go nuts for goods like that. However, killing one has to be incredibly difficult, and succeeding in doing so would only incur the wrath of the Helkkja. It is said that the parts of a dead Galdrhveli are beacons to the Helkkja, and those who possess these forbidden materials are targets for their vengeance. Plenty of scary stories about collectors or mages that obtained a supposed tusk and then mysteriously vanished. It is also why any specimens or displays you see in museums are fake, as no one wants to tempt fate. And also because an actual carcass would be way too expensive to obtain and it would lead to droves of people trying to steal it. Even then, there are folk out there who claim to have magical equipment crafted from these forbidden parts, usually showing them off or selling them at exorbitant prices. Those who own such items say that they constantly give off an aura of cold, no matter the weather or temperature. Some would say it shows the magic potential within these materials, while more fearful folk claim it to be the presence of the Helkkja and an omen of what is to come for owning a piece of their beloved pets.         Chlora Myron Dryad Natural Historian -------------------------------------

“Galdrhveli”

Oh is that how it's going to be? Well fine, I'm going to make my own Illhveli! And it's gonna have magic and lasers and it can totally beat up your Illhveli! TAKE THAT! GO NAR-WAND!

[probablybadrpgideas]

Some lesser-known members of the illhveli, Icelandic folklore's "evil whales", including the byssahveli, with a machine gun for a head, the keðjusögfiskur, with all its fins edged by dozens of chainsaws, the simpansahvalur, which has the arms and the vocal chords of a chimpanzee, and the typpiðhveli, a Moby Dick in the most literal sense imaginable.

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[feusus]

My pages for @13daysadvent with @kaesaaurelia! I loved working on this medieval-like manuscript and learn about these crazy whales from Iceland! Leftovers are still available here: https://13daysadvent.bigcartel.com/

Full text by Kaesa:

The illhveli, or evil whales, patrol the waters surrounding Iceland in search of ships to sink. There are many kinds of illhveli, all strange, fearsome, and wicked. The Hrosshvalur, for example, is an enormous whale with the head and tail of a horse. It neighs like a horse, and when herds of them descend upon a ship, they bring a terrible smell and bad weather with them. And when they descend upon a ship, they do so literally—a Hrosshvalur may destroy a whole ship by leaping from the water and landing on it, crushing it.

Several other evil whales have a hybrid appearance like the horse-headed Hrosshvalur. The Katthveli, for example, has a cat's head, and like a cat, it plays with its food, diving beneath vessels and surfacing beneath them to break them apart from below. The cow-like Nauthveli, meanwhile, shatters ships with the sound of its deep, far-reaching underwater lowing.

The Hrosshvalur is not the only jumping evil whale, either; the Stökkull, which also leaps on ships to destroy them, has large flaps of skin growing from its face and over its eyes. It can only see when the flaps of skin fly upwards as it falls back into the water; as such, it is blind most of the time, although as it can jump a mile in one leap, it has plenty of time to study its prey while falling.

The Raudkembingur, the most bloodthirsty of the illhveli, has a crest the color of blood, and is so cruel that if a vessel escapes it, it must find and destroy another one that day or it will kill itself in despair. It is not very bright, however, and can be fooled by dressing a log up in sailor's clothes and throwing it into the sea; it will pounce upon the log and be frustrated that this strange sailor always floats.

The Múshveli has the head and forelegs of a mouse, which may not sound very fearsome, but because of its mouse legs, it can clamber up onto land after a ship's crew. And the massive Lyngbakur makes land feel even less safe! The largest of the illhveli, the Lyngbakur hunts by floating motionless on the surface of the water, where its hairy back looks just like an island overgrown with heather. Once unsuspecting sailors have left their ship to explore, the whale submerges, drowning them.

All illhveli are drawn to the sound of their own names, and a sailor should never speak of them at sea lest they be summoned. Even whaling vessels avoid these monsters; some have poisonous flesh, and others' flesh will melt away in cooking, but none are good for eating.

[13daysadvent]

Contributor Spotlight: An otherworldly hum alerts you to Eliane T.!

Eliane T. is our next Spread and Spot Illustrator who will be creating illustrations with two writers, including the glawackus 🦡 and an illuminated manuscript for the illhveli. 🐋

You can find her on Carrd, Instagram @/eliane.torralba, and on Tumblr @feusus

[graveyardrabbit]

What's the worst whale!!!!!!

gonna have to go with the illhveli as the answer on this one

[a-book-of-creatures]

I can’t remember if I already sent you this and forgot, but your website is genuinely one of the coolest projects I’ve ever had the delight to come across. The artistic interpretations of the creatures are all so creative and exciting, and the descriptions are really engaging and informative. It must have been a lot of work and I’m still completely blown away by the scale of it. My only disappointment is that I didn’t find it when it was still updating, as it must have been fun to get to look forward to new creatures. :)

Thank you, that’s very nice of you to say 🤩

Maybe I’ll get back to it someday… who knows?

In the meantime here is a paper cutout of a svinhvalur (pigwhale), it is found in Icelandic waters and is very fat - in fact its fat oozes out through the skin of anyone who eats it! Yummy.

[briefbestiary]

One of the illhveli, raudkembingur are particularly driven by their hatred for humanity. They have incredibly single-minded aggression, making them both dangerous and surprisingly simple to trick given the right tools. Once focused on wrecking ships and drowning humans, it will not rest until satisfied with its destruction and all human life in its sights is snuffed.

[doubtspirit]

Raudkembingur "Redcomb" (Illhveli “evil whales”)

The raudkembingur (redcomb) is especially cruel and bloodthirsty even by illhveli standards. Icelandic folklore requires you avoid saying the names of evil whales, so instead you use all sorts of euphemisms for their names. Otherwise they will hear you and come to kill you. If you manage to escape it, it will die of frustration. Their greatest enemy is the steypireydur (the blue whale).

[evolutionsvoid]

While I was up in the northern regions doing my studies, I was often warned about going into the waters. Obviously, I already avoid swimming in seas and oceans, as saltwater does not do nice things to us dryads, but these cautions were also directed at freshwater. The many ponds, rivers and lakes of these wondrous lands may look inviting for a dip, except that they really don't for an outsider like me. It is already cold enough as is on the dry land, you expect me to dive into ice water bark naked?! No thanks! Regardless, they warn outsiders about wading through these water bodies because of a certain species that lurks below. For those familiar with the more infamous aquatic beasts of these regions, you may suspect something like a freshwater Illhveli. If the locals are wary about going into the still ponds and lakes, it surely must be a monster! While the species they worry about is no where close to the size and power of the Illhveli, it still isn't a creature to tangle with. If you are ever in town and notice a resident who is missing a leg, you can make the safe bet that they had a bad encounter with a Hrokkall. The Hrokkall is an eel that lives in freshwater, typically found in ponds and lakes. A few have been caught in rivers, but locals claim that they truly prefer stagnant water. These fish can grow up to six feet in length, though legends say there are bigger ones that are born and fed from infernal magics (so lets say they can grow to six feet naturally). While an eel might not seem like the most threatening thing, save for folks that aren't fans of serpents and such, the Hrokkall sure does its best to look as intimidating as possible. The people of these regions say that this species was born from dark magic, risen from the corpse of a half-rotted eel. While it is safe to say these creatures had a more natural creation, a quick glance can certainly give the impression of decay! From their heads to their tail tips, they have hard ivory scales that can look like bone. Their head is encased in this tough armor, which gives them the look of a bleached skull. The rest of their coloration isn't any more pleasant, as they are covered in scales of muddy browns and putrid greens. See one slither through the shallows of a stagnant pond, and you would think it a creature of the undead! It isn't just their appearance that gives the impression!

Hrokkall are carnivores, as they feed on the variety of fish and other aquatic wildlife that live in the same waters. Their slender bodies can strike with alarming speeds, and they tend to hang near the bottom to avoid detection. Multiple rows of sharp hooked teeth allow them to grab hold of slippery prey, long enough for them to finish them off and tear them into chunks. While simple ambush can net them plenty of tasty fish, the Hrokkall has a few more weapons hidden in its nasty form. Running above and below their bodies are a set of fins and spines, which are used for more than just swimming. The edges of these structures are incredibly sharp, and can leave deep cuts if mishandled. By whipping their serpentine bodies around, they can slice into fish and wound them, often aiming for prey that is bigger than they can bite. These razor fins also protect the Hrokkall from attack, as predators will struggle to find a safe place to grab them. Even if one could manage to navigate these rows of blades, the Hrokkall still has another weapon. When they are in distress, a Hrokkall will leak a fluid from its body that mixes with the water and turns it to slime. In moments, a snotty sheath will be around their bodies, and daring to touch it will doom any foolish attacker. This gunk is quite acidic, burning flesh even when submerged in water. The slime helps this caustic goop cling to foes, allowing it to do more damage as they struggle to rid themselves of it. All other species that feed on fish are quick to teach their young ones to avoid snaring a Hrokkall, as one angry eel can be enough to cause crippling damage. So with this impenetrable set of defenses, the Hrokkall does quite well in these regions, and can be quite plentiful. It is why people move with caution when treading these waters, as there is a high chance one of these eels is close by. Though this species is fine with dining on fish, it is their second menu option that makes people fear them. When a Hrokkall reaches a big enough size, they may seek to tackle larger prey. Lurking in the shallows, they will wait for some terrestrial beast to step into the waters and then strike. They do not look to bring down the whole animal, rather, they just want a piece. With lightning speed, they wrap around a leg or other submerged limb and coil up tight. Their shredding fins cut deep into flesh, slicing right down to the bone. As they tighten, they will pump out their caustic slime, which leeches into the wounds and melts through what remains. In under a minute, a healthy Hrokkall can sever a person's foot and leave them with a burning, bleeding stump. They target other beasts too, looking to steal a limb so they can snack on it at their leisure. The only animal safe from their attack is said to be sheep, as their legs are apparently too small and thin for them to get a good hold. For the rest of us, it is a nasty encounter. Even if the eel is removed before it can take the leg (good luck pulling one of those slippery monsters off), the damage is often enough to require amputation. It is why locals are cautious around these waters and are sure to wear protective clothing when wading through Hrokkall territory.     As one can imagine, Hrokkalls are not well liked in their native lands. Not only are they like northern Leg-Eaters, but they can cause plenty of other damage. Their acidic slime and sharp fins can destroy nets and fishing line, leaving fishermen nothing but melted tatters. Even hauling one in before it can do damage is no good, as the leaking slime can taint all the other fish in the net. Not to mention that Hrokkall flesh is poisonous, which should have been obvious by now! Fishermen despise these beasts, but rarely go out of their way to actually kill them. Some say seeking out a Hrokkall is only asking for trouble, while others suggest that their populations are so abundant, that killing a dozen or so won't do a thing. The people of this land say that the only folk who like this species are the mysterious witches who live upon the frozen island, as they use Hrokkall parts for their potions. While I can understand the idea that these eels have unique materials for potion making, I am pretty sure the locals tie these two together because they think both are evil. Not the nicest assumption. Regardless, Hrokkall are pretty much hated by everyone and avoided at all cost. Unfortunately, this caused problems for a certain inquisitive dryad who wanted to see and study some. I figured a fish in a place that has fishermen would be easy to find, just check the markets or trash heaps. Turns out, no one catches Hrokkall or keeps them, so I wound up finding nothing. Finally, someone told me to just catch some myself, as they were plentiful enough that a novice like me could hook one. I tried to get some tips on how to catch one, but still found squat. Like I said, no one touches this species. So I tried a good ol hook and line, which lasted two minutes before a Hrokkall melted through the hook and slashed up the line. People got a hearty laugh from that attempt. However, they did not expect my incredible ingenuity! Seeing that a rod was useless, I decided to use my knowledge of Hrokkall against them! I got myself a decent sized log from a woodpile and rolled it in some blood. Then I used tatters of cloth and an old boot to dress it up. I smeared some gooey sap onto these pieces to help them stick to the wood, and at last my fake leg was complete! I dunked this false limb into the waters, baiting a Hrokkall to attack. The creatures would wrap around this supposed leg and then get their fins stuck in the wood and sap. I just had to pull the limb out of the water, and there was my specimen! An ingenious plan! However, this method got me a lot of odd looks. I can only imagine what people were wondering when they saw a dryad bundled under layers of thick fur splashing around some old pond with a fake leg. I have to check back into the town someday and see if some weird local legend was born from that. Chlora Myron Dryad Natural Historian ------------------------------------------------------------

“Hrokkall”

Well it is that time of year again, and I figured why not strangle some kind of theme* out of it? Yes indeed, for the wintry month we got here, I decided to post a bunch of critters that fit with the ice and cold! That should be enough to get through this miserable month, oh boy! *Translation: By "theme" I more mean "lets go through my folders and see what creatures I have linked to arctic and northern regions and just post those yeah that'll do..." How is an eel winter-esque? Well, it comes from Iceland and the species is found in northern regions, so you know what close enough. I'm just tossing out what I want, okay?

[dwollsadventures]

This is a page out of my sketchbook that I drew over the top of because I didn't want to subject anyone to the mess beneath. Just trust me on this. Most of what I have on Huldufolk, the Hidden Folk, or Icelandic Elves, comes from both Icelandic Folkatales & Legends and The World Guide to Gnomes, Fairies, Elves, And Other Little People. One day I'll get around to writing a proper Myth Stuff Entry for them, but for now here's the limited information from the sketchbook: "Instead of a philtrum (the small indent line on your upper lip) they have a small cartilage ridge. Or, they have no division between their two nostrils. Or not, they seem to appear human for the most part with one single trait giving them away. Their dress, when not explicitly hiding among humans, is green and reminiscent of local flora. For instance, the Elf Queen Hild is drawn with puffy shoulders of hvönn, or Angelica archangelica. Unlike English fairies, Icelandic elves bare no resemblance to insects or other animals and are usually humanoid, like their ancestors the alfar. Not mentioned is the fact that huldufolk tend to be described as tall for humans. Not giant, just tall. And, in some other, mostly modern portrayals, elves are described as quite small. Which shouldn't pose too much of a problem for them. The problem is mostly on our part, as we fail to see how an individual can exist at two different sizes at the same time. Elfs don't seem to have any trouble with it though. Neither do giants. In a lot of old stories, Norse sagas and the Eddas especially, giants are simultaneously enormous giants and human-sized enough to interact with the gods on a personal level. Three individuals are drawn up top: the forlorn elf lover from the story of the same name, the Elf Queen Hild, and Thievin' Kidhus. The Forlorn Elf lover is a story where a romantic/sexual relationship between an supernatural being and human is actually wholesome, even if it has a bitter ending for the lovers. The lover is a tall, richly dressed man, travelling with a smaller man that turns out to be his half-human son. 

Hild is stated to be the queen of the elfs, or at least a faction of them. There doesn't seem to be a ruler of /all/ of the elfs of one contiguous area as we'd expect in human nations. She was cursed by her step-mother to work as a servant for a human family. Only one night of the year, Christmas, could she return to her elf family and live an hour or two of luxury before being forced back, until her curse is broken that is. 

And Kidhus is just an asshole that steals stuff. That's it. One time someone caught him invisibly stealing stuff, so he gave the guy who caught him a ladder that would carry him and his wife to Heaven. Presumably as a moral test, as they die before they get there by a lack of oxygen making them fall. (Not making that up either, it's in the original text that the got light-headed and fell from the ladder). 

One not illustrated, but still interesting was a tall elfin bride who cursed her good for nothing baby daddy after he refused to baptize their child. In return, he leapt into the ocean mad, turning into a Rauðkembingur, or Red-crest, an evil whale.

[shadow-heart-077]

Could you draw some Pokemon based on illhveli (evil whales in Icelandic folklore)?

Prepare yourselves....

Sorry this took so long, anon! There was a lot of different illhveli so yeah- and I hope you don't mind that I did it in a more sketchy style. If one of the designs is particularly liked, I'll fully illustrate it!

I, uh, didn't know what I was doing for at least half of them so, sorry if they're shit-