The Magic of J. H. Cordell.
Links. Krog the Barbarian: The Journey For the Crown of Gelbenheim

Chapter One: Something Soothsaying This Way Comes

"Krog! We need a forest full of wood to fuel our growing village and without you, we would be helpless! Please, get us some wood to burn for warmth!" Krog's father said to him with a warm smile and a warmer beard. Krog was a man born of peasants in a simple village of oafs and bumblers. But Krog was neither an oaf nor a bumbler because he was the hero of a story to come and is now being told, even to this day. He agreed to go chop wood because he loved his father who taught him the value of steel and something about the first god, Prom, who stole fire from the gods. He enjoyed that story as a child but he had no time for stories as he chopped down wood.
As wood fell onto the forest floor, Krog thought to himself a little and thought, why do I stay in this village even though I am so much more powerful than anybody I have ever met? I stand six feet and 12 stones high, weigh four full kettles of solid muscle and my shining blue eyes reflect the waves of raven black locks falling out of my head. Do I stay here because of my father? Yes, it must be that because I love my father so much. I never trusted my mother and she left us.
Suddenly, an old woman and a travelling troupe of performers with horns and flutes playing simple melodies emerged from the bushes nearby and the old woman said, "Krog, I have something important to tell you before it is too late."
"Impossible!" Krog bellowed, "There is nothing to tell in this village of no importance which has no heroes yet to speak of!"
"That is just it though," she said, "I am a soothsayer, and the sooth I have to say will knock you out of your boots."
Krog jumped at her and lifted her by her necklaces which stuck out at him because they shone in the light, which is why he grabbed them. "My father gave me these boots, and the loincloth that I wear. If you knock me out of them, I will never forgive you!"
"I am sorry, perhaps I was being too hasty. It is just that here is the news I have to tell you: It is your destiny to be king!"
Krog dropped her to the ground and was knocked backwards, leaving his boots where he was just standing before being knocked. He was surprised for a second but then was enraged and suddenly yelled loudly and picked the old lady up over his head and broke her back on his knee and then strangled all of the performers with her corpse. "Nobody will tell me what to do! I am the ruler of my own destiny! And I will be king!"
The old lady gurgled out her blood as she said, "It is already too late, hah hah, your...father...is...already...dead...from...your..."
"My what?!" he asked.
She said nothing because she had died and forlorn he went back to his village and there was his father, dead as she had told him he was. His father's axe was next to his father's body and Krog picked up his father's axe and sat next to his father's body. "I was too late to protect you father but I will find out who did this and I will always love you when I am the king. Forgive me!!!" He cried mightily and then burned his village to the ground so that the memories did not follow him and he didn't have any reason to go home now since his father was dead.
His journey had begun.