Storms and Swords part 2 By Fallen Engel 2016

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Odin, Allfather to thee horde, God of poetry, wisdom and death and other Gods. You are thee one-eyed wanderer, long bearded and nemesis that follows many suns. Carry your spear, Gunghir and ride your eight-legged steed, Sleipnir, across the sky and t...

Odin, Allfather to thee horde, God of poetry, wisdom and death and other Gods. You are thee one-eyed wanderer, long bearded and nemesis that follows many suns. Carry your spear, Gunghir and ride your eight-legged steed, Sleipnir, across the sky and to thee underworld and highway of thee moon. Accompanied by Geri and Fueki, ravenous and hungry respectively, on your magical journey to thee Wild Hunt. Pass thee whales by thee sea and embrace your legendary sanctity while you travel the winter skies that never cease to be. We ask you may things Odin, but we never bend our knee. Empower us to do for ourselves.

Hear thee ravens, Hugnin and Maninn, shriek their voice to infinity while you shapeshift into the form of thee many. Join together berserkers, those ancient warrior shaman, and practice Necromancy with thee dead and Valkyries, your helping-spirits. Calm thee outlaws to which you admire and pick thee slain warriors for your battle against thee giants. Knowledge is yours, as we all know, as you hung yourself from thee tree of the world, Yggdrasil, for nine long days and nights to learn thee runes and magic of the nine worlds. All in all, splendor is yours and always remember to recite thee Vikings Battle Prayer. Abode with your slain and get ready for thee next mythical cycle, end of thee world and back to creation, to repeat Ragnarok through thee rest of eternity. Valhalla waits with it's five hundred forty gates of gold, it's gold shields and coats of mail.

 

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