[center][i]Midgard was once a world with Pantheons upon Pantheons, more Gods than many other worlds combined. The small, seemingly insignificant rock adrift in space a nexus point for various realms to come together. Over time some faded into obscurity, others left the realm altogether. While others continued to play with their influence on the world, subtly interacting with the world according to their grand design. This is not the tale of one such God. This is the tale of…[/i]

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[right][sup][b]Previously:[/b] [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/5187264]All Roads lead to Avalon[/url][/sup][/right]

[b][right]NORÕREJYAR // KINGDOM OF THE GAELS // MIDGARD // 781AD[/right][/b]

The woman in black turned, taking in the entire room. As she did so Thor's eyes wandered over her figure, the dress hugging her tightly. Few could match Lady Sif in beauty and ferocity, and yet this woman somehow managed to surpass all his expectations.

[color=#ff9900]“I am Morrigan-”[/color] Whispered panic echoed throughout the room. [color=#ff9900]“-and that-”[/color] she pointed to the withered husk in the fire. [color=#ff9900]“-is my son.”[/color] Murmurs spread throughout the room as people cast each other glances from side to side, some beginning to eye weapons. Thor twirled Mjolnir in his hand, moving his legs apart in a wider more stable stance. A low rumble of Thunder could be heard from outside the room as Morrigan reached her hands behind her back. When she pulled them back up Thor twisted ready to throw Mjolnir, till he noticed in her hands were two horns of ale.

[b][color=#a4c2f4]“You accuse me of killing your son, and present me with ale? I know I am not as cunning as my brother but I am not that foolish M’Lady.”[/color][/b]

Morrigan threw her head back in what was somewhere between a laugh and a cackle, when Thors look of confusion only intensified she scowled slightly. [color=#ff9900]“Do you believe I mourn his death?”[/color]

[b][color=#a4c2f4]“You did barge in accusing me off murder.”[/color][/b]

Morrigan tutted as she shook her head. [color=#ff9900]“I did no such thing. I merely told you that the beast in the fire was my son. Have you not heard tales of Bodb Derg? He is better off dead. I just couldn’t bring myself to do it.”[/color]

[b][color=#a4c2f4]“You are glad your own child is dead?”[/color][/b]

She nodded as she walked forward, as Thors stepped relaxed Morrigan saw her chance to move closer to the Asgardian, handing the horns off ale off to two of the occupants in the room as she walked very slowly towards the young Thunder God. Thor couldn’t help but watch her approach with great interest. There was something about the way she moved that made every muscle seem sensual. [color=#ff9900]“Bodb Derg was a coward, a murderer, pillager and at his most vile a rapist. I may have birthed him but it had been many years since he was truly my child. Should you have failed to kill him, I shudder to think what would have become of these woman-folk.”[/color] She gestured towards the women atop the laps of the finest warriors in the village. As she did so a light haze emanated from her fingers towards the viking folk. As it came into contact with them their pupils dilated, turning their faces too eachother all fear was forgotten as their lips met. 

All throughout the room lips met and hands began to travel over each other's bodies. Fear and clothes forgotten. Thor's eyes stayed locked with those of Morrigan. Thunder rumbled louder, in time with his heart beat. Lightning crackling. Walking up the steps she walked right up to him placing a hand on his abdomen while her other hand reached round behind his neck. [color=#ff9900]“The world is a better place without him-”[/color] She leaned in closer to him, her right hand pulled him closer as her left drifted lower. [color=#ff9900]“-I should repay you, though I do believe you owe me a son.” [/color]

Thor could feel her hot breath on his neck, goosebumps covered his body as there was a mighty roar of thunder as Thor groaned. Sounds of pleasure echoed throughout the hall. [color=#ff9900]“Though formalities first-”[/color] she pulled pack and placed her lips on his, the sweet taste of her lips on his. The kiss seemed to last for an eternity until he felt a stabbing pain in his abdomen as she broke it. [color=#ff9900]“-Formalities must be upheld.”[/color] As she stepped away from him she reached down and grabbed his cape, wiping the blood off the knife onto his cape.[color=#ff9900] “Till we meet again Odinson.”[/color]

Without so much as a second word she vanished.

[b][right]ASGARD // PRESENT DAY[/right][/b]

Thor left the palace of Kings behind, the doors closing on Balder, Lady Sif and the warriors three. He ignored the looks of concern on their faces, like Freyja they believed that he should stay here on Asgard and not on Midgard however he could not ignore Loki and his machinations. Already once before Loki had wrought chaos on Midgard, and now with the power of a norn stone he was in a position to create even more damage on the world which Thor held dear. Though the thunderer knew in his heart that should Loki succeed in whatever he had planned for Midgard then the realm eternal would be his next target. There were looks and whispers as Thor walked through the streets, they all knew that Odin had entered the Odin sleep. They all knew that their prince and protector chose to leave them during this. 

Thor couldn’t explain himself to everyone, he was to be king one day and as such he had to choose what was the right thing to do and follow through with it. That was everything that his father had taught him. His cape flowed behind him, armour glistening in the mid-afternoon sun. Mjolnir hanging triumphantly from his belt. He could feel his weapon and most trusted ally tug at his belt, the weight wavering as if the weapon was second guessing Thors decision to leave. In the end however the weapon stayed as Thor made the long walk to the end of the rainbow bridge where Heimdall stood ever vigilant. Resting his hands on his sword as he looked out on the cosmos. Nine realms all within his view, all at once.  

Heimdall spoke even before Thor could announce his presence. [b][color=#ffdf00]“Are you sure you want to go through with this my prince?”[/color][/b]

Thor grimaced slightly. He had hoped out of anyone that Heimdall would have understood his need to leave. [b][color=#a4c2f4]“I am Heimdall. You know that Loki cannot be allowed to wield the power he currently has, and that no good can come off it-”[/color][/b]

[b][color=#ffdf00]“You are forgetting that you need not do this alone.”[/color][/b]

[b][color=#a4c2f4]“This is my responsibility.”[/color][/b] 

Heimdall shook his head. [b][color=#ffdf00]“Your responsibility is to the people of Asgard, and should you feel this quest is the best use of your time then I agree, that is where you should be. I am merely saying you need not go it alone.”[/color][/b]

[b][color=#a4c2f4]“I won’t be alone, I always have you watching my back.”[/color][/b]

Heimdall nodded. [b][color=#ffdf00]“That is true, but not what I was meaning.”[/color][/b]

[b][color=#a2c4c9]“I know-” [/color][/b]Thor walked towards the edge of the rainbow bridge. [b][color=#a4c2f4]“-do not hesitate to pull me back at the slightest hint of trouble.”[/color][/b]

As Heimdall raised his great sword, stabbing into the fabric of reality opening the bifrost casting the young prince toward Midgard he did not even bother to retort. They both knew nothing short of death could stop the guardian from fulfilling his duty.

[b][right]NOXVILLE  // TEXAS  // PRESENT DAY[/right][/b]

Many organisations existed in the world which didn’t really live up to it’s full potential. The most obvious example of this was the various churches of the Christian Faith. Too long had they allowed pagans, other religions, genetic abnormalities and various other crimes against God go unpunished. That’s where the Purifiers came in. Or, that was the theory anyway. In reality they were just a bunch of thugs. They occasionally repossessed some property from the filth to benefit the church or their cause, or tried to convert the occasional non-believer, beat the homosexuality out of the occasional individual however they weren’t living up to their true potential. They had chapters all over the United States and even the world, all it would take was one person to motivate them and show them the way. 

Which was why the man dressed in traditional Knight's Garb, sword sheathed and shield on his back was walking into one of their known chapters. As he entered guns and knives were drawn. A bald man stepped to the front of the room, gun in hand. Pointing it towards the knight. “Whatever you think we’ve done, you ain’t got proof and you touch us and we’ll sue. So just turn around and go back wherever you came from.”

The knight chuckled slightly, before speaking in a voice with an English accent far unlike his natural voice. [b][color=#dd7e6b]“You may believe me to be one of those costumed freaks, however I can assure you I am not. I am not here to arrest you, but to aid you in your battle against all those who would defy God's will. We will begin a new Holy Crusade that will spread across the globe, starting right here. In Noxville.” [/color][/b]

“Look, I don’t know who you think we are but-” The Knight in a blur of silver and red, quicker than anyone else could truly recognise. Next thing everyone knew their leader was holding his throat with both hands as blood bled through his fingers, the sword outstretched dripping blood. Weapon fire rang out as bullets peppered the knight who merely stood there unphased by the bullets.

[b][color=#dd7e6b]“You choose to follow leaders who would have you sit and do nothing. I stand before you as an Agent of God with but one simple message, join me or stay out of the way. For I intend to do the work no-one else seems willing to do.”[/color][/b]

Some of their number lowered their weapons, albeit slowly before one of them stepped forward. “Alright then, where do we start?”

The Knight chuckled slightly. [b][color=#dd7e6b]“We target Thor.”[/color][/b]

[b][right]STONEHENGE // WILTSHIRE  // ENGLAND // PRESENT DAY[/right][/b]

The cosmos went past him in a flash of light as Thor travelled through the bifrost, various worlds and realms passing by him until the tunnel of energy came crashing down atop Stonehenge. Tourists gasped and jumped back in shock and confusion as cameras and phones were pulled out and cast in his direction, while initially several people had started to run as soon as they saw who it was they seemed more interested in coming closer. Some tour guides seemed dismayed at their tour being interrupted by something much more interesting, while others seemed glad that something [i]actually interesting[/i] was going on. 

Thor looked around, confused. In days gone past Stonehenge had been the entryway into Avalon. The Otherworld where the various creatures of myth and legend from the British Isles lived. Now, however, it appeared to be a spot that drew the attention of many mortals. Which was likely why he had been unable to break through the veil between the worlds, they likely moved in order to prevent just [i]anyone[/i] from crossing over. 

A red haired woman approached him as he looked around perplexed. [color=#00ffff]“Excuse me uh, Mister… Thor? Is everything okay?”[/color]

Thor stopped his inspection to turn to her and smile. [b][color=#a4c2f4]“Aye. I have merely lost my way-”[/color][/b]

[color=#00ffff]“Well, you’ve missed America by several thousand miles.” [/color]She chuckled nervously as he turned to face her directly, a look of confusion upon his face.

[b][color=#a4c2f4]“Why would I be looking for America?”[/color][/b]

[color=#00ffff]“Well isn’t that where most of you superhero types go? I mean, there are a couple of other smaller groups, but that’s where most of it happens.”[/color]

Thor chuckled slightly.[b][color=#a4c2f4] “Ah, yes, it is true that I do battle alongside many mortal heroes in America however I assure you while I may have done battle with your gods of old I am a friend to all mortals and a protector of all. In fact-”[/color][/b] He looked around trying to spot any type of glyph or indication of any magic. Loki had always been better at this, why had he not paid more attention to their mothers teachings? [b][color=#a4c2f4]“-I am looking for the entrance for Avalon. Last time I journeyed there the entrance had been here. Now I cannot seem to find it.”[/color][/b]

[color=#00ffff]“Avalon is real?”[/color] She paused for a second. [color=#00ffff]“I mean, of course it is. I mean you’re real, Asgards real. Why wouldn’t Avalon be?”[/color]

[b][color=#a4c2f4]“There is always a little truth to legend.”[/color][/b] Thor looked at the woman, inspecting her closely. There was something familiar about her, a feeling he couldn’t shake. [b][color=#a4c2f4]“Perhaps you can be off some assistance in this regard?”[/color][/b]