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“Magnus departed from the northern village,
accompanied by those brave or foolish enough to join him.
They fared forth into the mountain pass to the gate
in search of he who could forge a weapon
capable of rending Jotunn flesh.”
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A force assembled, we journey to the mountains
To seek the swordsmith, residing there
To seek the aid of his weaponry
All who know this hermit speak of his skill
“Swordsmith, come forth from your cave,
We call upon your prowess and your strength
A blade we need, to send back
Those foes which have breached the gates
Foul things from beyond the winter gates”
There comes a stirring from the cave
“We forge this blade, black steel, to fucking kill off giants.
I forge this steel imbued with blood from fucking giants.
Heat with fire, cool with snow, burning forge, we’ve only just begun.
Hammering, folding, tempering, this blade for slaying giants.”
These fumes of red-hot steel
And Jotunn blood
Fill me with new found drive
And strength to spare
I see the bastard’s eyes
Glowing like flames
The dreaded Jotunn, Fornjot
Has seen my face
Fornjot, the source of wind,
Has stole the throne of Thrym.
Usurping and seizing
Power in Jotunheim.
He seeks to bring the twilight,
The Ragnarok
Defying prophesy,
Deceiving the gods
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