Baron Opal
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Relics of Ragnarok
Formed by the few of the wise who survived the battle of the gods. Unable to enter the valley of the Creche, the few survivors of the last battle eked a living out from the shattered lands. There were still some powers that could be respected and drawn upon, and all of them were used to fashion these items. The Wise then gave them to the Mighty and the Just and the Merciful, for the Wise has expended all of their life and lore into these tools. Five forms, twelve of each form.
An age has passed. Still there are fell creatures that prowl, and mis-shapen things that howl to terrible things in the dark. But, still we survive. And now, bright beings, perfect in form and mind exit the Creche along with their young gods and seek to retake what is theirs; they consider the whole of creation theirs.
The Swords
The Rings
The Rods
The Scrolls
The Lanterns
Late at night I mix a little Nordic myth with some Saberhagen and a shot of my favorite scotch. And I think what it would be like if you were on the wrong side of Balder, Hod and the new gods and their new race of humans when they come out to reclaim the world?
Formed by the few of the wise who survived the battle of the gods. Unable to enter the valley of the Creche, the few survivors of the last battle eked a living out from the shattered lands. There were still some powers that could be respected and drawn upon, and all of them were used to fashion these items. The Wise then gave them to the Mighty and the Just and the Merciful, for the Wise has expended all of their life and lore into these tools. Five forms, twelve of each form.
An age has passed. Still there are fell creatures that prowl, and mis-shapen things that howl to terrible things in the dark. But, still we survive. And now, bright beings, perfect in form and mind exit the Creche along with their young gods and seek to retake what is theirs; they consider the whole of creation theirs.
The Swords
The Rings
The Rods
The Scrolls
The Lanterns
Late at night I mix a little Nordic myth with some Saberhagen and a shot of my favorite scotch. And I think what it would be like if you were on the wrong side of Balder, Hod and the new gods and their new race of humans when they come out to reclaim the world?
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