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[b][right]100 Years after the Dawn of Man // Jotunheim[/right][/b]

While the mortal men of Midgard still struggled with the beasts of disease, cold, famine, and starvation wars raged on in ways that their primitive minds could never imagine. Races that had existed at the beginning of time, and would see the end of the Universe itself fought. Bor, Allfather to Asgard, the eternal city lead the charge on the cold world of Jotunheim. He raised his bloody war ax in the air, behind him legions of gold-clad warriors looked to him for guidance. Heeding his every word as he led them through the battle against the fearsome Jotuns. The average Jotun was twice the height of an Asgardian, though what they made up for in size they lacked in skill or discipline. Clawing at their foes with poorly crafted swords made from ice. [color=7bcdc8][b]"ᛈᛖᛟᛈᛚᛖ ᛟᚠ ᚨᛋᚷᚨᚱᛞ! ᛏᛟᚷᛖᛏᚺ'ᚱ!*"[/b][/color] 

Jumping in the air he used his extreme strength to bring his ax crashing down into the ground, sending waves of debris towards the enemies who dared stand in his way. The legions gushed forth, blade clashing against blade. The sound of war barely piercing the howling winds that brought snow down, whipping at the faces and eyes of the Asgardians. The Jotuns seemed unphased, while many an Asgardian fell. Blinking at the wrong moment, repositioning their hands or losing their grip on their weapons entirely. Bor cursed, swinging his ax with his left hand he extended his right towards the arm of a Jotun attempting to cut him from behind. Grasping the beast's arm he twisted it with a nasty [i]crack[/i] before following through on the attack by pulling his arms together behind his head, hands apart on the handle of the ax. As he swung the mighty weapon Dáinsleif over his head bringing his hands together. The blade cut straight through the beast's skull, splitting him from head to his groin. The two separate parts of his body splitting and falling different directions, blue blood-stained Bors face and the white snow.

Still, the winds howled, growing in strength and ferocity. Bor feared that the winds themselves would be enough to turn the tide of battle. He turned his head, looking for his eldest son. [color=7bcdc8][b]"ᛟᛞᛁᚾ, ᛁ ᚺᚨᛋ'ᛏ ᚨ ᛏᚨᛋᚴ ᚠ'ᚱ ᛏᚺᛖᛖ! ᛏᚺᛖᛖ ᚹᛁᛚᛏ ᚠᛁᚾᛞᛖᛏᚺ ᛏᚺᛖ ᚲᚨᚢᛋᛖᛏᚺ ᛟᚠ ᛏᚺᛁᛋ ᛁᚾᚠ'ᚱᚾᚨᛚ ᚹᛁᚾᛞᛖᛏᚺ, ᚨᚾᛞ ᛈᚢᛏᛏᛖᛏᚺ ᚨ ᛋᛏᚨᚾᛞ ᚺᛟ ᛏᛟᛟ ᛏ ᛟᚾᚲᛖ ᚨᚾᛞ ᚠ'ᚱ ᚨᛚᛚ*"[/b][/color] Odin stepped forward, beams of light splitting forth from the mighty weapon Gugnir. Spearing through his enemies as he nodded towards his father. He would not fail him this day, today they would have their victory. 

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*People of Asgard! Together!
*Odin, I have a task for you! You must find the cause of this infernal wind, and put a stop to it once and for all.
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[b][right]Present Day // Asgard[/right][/b]

Thor walked the gilded halls and golden spires of Asgard. As a child, he had looked up the spires with a sense of wonder and achievement. Asgard had been built by his father and his father before him. Tales were sung in the great halls, stories told to all children of Asgard of the achievements of Bor Allfather, and Odin Borson. Stories of Loki and Thor Odinson spread through the halls too, off that he knew and yet, he felt all the more hollow for it. Those days were long past, the golden spires designed to bring hope to the people of Asgard had become his prison ever since peace was brought to the nine realms of Yggdrasil. In the thousands of years since only one realm remained in danger. Midgard, and yet by the very terms that brought peace to the other nine realms Thor could not set foot on Midgard, for it violated their treaty. A treaty that he had a duty as Odinson and protector of the nine realms to upkeep. He saw the people of Asgard busying themselves around their lives, some washed the clothes while others trained. He could see a father teaching his son how to hunt. 

There had to be more to life than this, the life of a God should hold more significance. Thor clenched his fist slightly as he shook his head, he would follow his fathers' instruction. The Dwarves of Nidavellir had called for help, their seers sensing much danger as a ship sailed through the skies between worlds, heading directly for their world. Darkness the likes of which the Nine Realms had not felt for centuries. Thor couldn’t help but feel a sense of excitement, for whomever these foes were they would no doubt they would feel the might of Mjolnir and remember the name of Thor Odinson. As he reached the end of the city a vast ocean lay before him, before dropping off into the void of space. The rainbow bridge being the only pathway forward, at the end stood Heimdall on the edge of the bridge between worlds. Forever standing guard, his eyes seeing all that ever was or ever will be everywhere within the nine realms. Thor approached the mighty guard, as there was a flash of light as the Bifrost opened. [url=https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/c/c3/Balder_%28comics%29.jpg]Through which a figure could be seen walking through snow[/url], stepping through the portal Balder shrugged snow from his shoulders.

Thor smiled. [color=0076a3]”Hail Balder the Brave!”[/color]

The two clasped hands and gave each other a pat on the back before Balder bowed his head slightly as a sign of respect. [color=fff79a]”Hail Thor Odinson.”[/color]

Thor cast a wary glance over his brother in arms. The man looked tired, a look of defeat on his face. [color=0076a3]”Tell me, Balder, what plagues you? Did the Jotuns give you trouble?[/color]

Balder shook his head. [color=fff79a]”Nay. The giants still hold to the treaty, but pray tell have you spoken to any of the seers recently?”[/color] Thor merely shook his head. [color=fff79a]”Every Seer in all of the eight realms we have access too sees a coming storm, a great threat rising from Midgard. One that threatens the very heart of Yggdrasil.”[/color]

A look of shock crossed Thor's face as he turned to Heimdall. [color=0076a3]”Pray tell me Heimdall, did you know of this?”[/color]

The eternal guardian cast his blind eyes that saw everything towards the Odin Son. [color=fdc68a]“It is true, the threat you go to face in the realm of the dwarves is but the first act in a much larger scheme. The culprit behind which remains hidden away from my sight. I fear we are pawns in a much larger game, but it is a game we must play.”[/color]

Thor nodded. [color=0076a3]”Fear not brothers, for I shall deal with this threat to Nidavellir as surely as I will deal with this threat on Midgard.”[/color] He stepped forward as Heimdall raised his sword in the air, and with a swift turning motion, he cut a hole through the Bifrost straight to Nidavellir. Stepping into the portal he felt the rush as he was transported in a rainbow beam of light through the branches of the Yggdrasil, landing on the firm surface of Nidavellir. A metal city stood before him, practical rather than ornamental. A smog-filled the sky as the forges of the Dwarves never ceased in their thirst for fuel. Production never halted on the Dwarven world. 

A Dwarf came walking towards him. “Hail Thor Odinson! You have come.” He bowed his head out of respect, a gesture the Asgardian returned. The Dwarves may have been smaller in stature, though Thor had naught but respect for the masters of metal. For without the Dwarves he would not have the mighty Mjolnir by his side in battle. Nor would his father have Gugnir, or Heimdall his sword to open the Bifrost. 

[color=0076a3]”Master Dwarf, Odin sent me as soon as he heard word of your worries. Tell me, where am I needed, and I shall go there with due haste.”[/color] 

The small, but surprisingly stout, individual pointed towards the sky. “Our seers predicted its coming and told us it befell a great tragedy. We cannot get more out of them, other than it was host to a threat greater to any we have ever seen.”

[color=0076a3]”Ragnarok?”[/color]

The Dwarf shook his head. “Nay. Ragnarok is the end of Asgard and the rebirth of her people. Our seers see an end to the World Tree itself, all worlds die.”

Thor's face went stern. The Ragnarok Cycle was part of life for any Asgardian, there was no telling how many times he had died and been reborn as part of the cycle. Each life different, each life is forgotten. If this threat was greater than that of Ragnarok, if it threatened the world tree itself then it was like a crisis unlike any other the nine realms had faced. [color=0076a3]”Fear not my stout friend, I shall see to this threat personally and ensure no harm befalls you and your people-”[/color] He started to spin Mjolnir in his hand, letting go and allowing it to pull him into the air, a crack of thunder could be heard in the skies above. [color=0076a3]“-So says the Mighty Thor![/color]

Flying through the air he passed through the smog that polluted the dwarven world, and into the void of space. In the distance stars glimmered, looking around the vastness of space he focused on spotting the threat that the seers were warning them off. Eventually, he picked up on something moving, straight towards him at high speeds. Something the likes of which he had never seen before. 

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