I remember yet the giants of yore,
Who gave me bread in the days gone by;
Nine worlds I knew, the nine in the tree
With mighty roots beneath the mold.
Hard is it on earth, with mighty whoredom;
Axe-time, sword-time, shields are sundered,
Wind-time, wolf-time, ere the world falls;
Nor ever shall men each other spare.
Fast move the sons of Mim, and fate
Is heard in the note of the Gjallarhorn;
Loud blows Heimdallr, the horn is aloft,
In fear quake all who on Hel-roads are.
Yggdrasil shakes, and shiver on high
The ancient limbs, and the giant is loose…
-excerpts from the Völuspá
Welcome to the World of Mitgaard!
A world of magic and wonder,
Where blue blades flash crimson under starlit mantle,
Where vile beasts prowl the hearts of mist-shrouded forest,
A world where heroes are needed as never before…..
Are you such a hero?….