29-01-2004, 06:33
Ragnarok, the doom of the gods. It was preceded by Fimbulvetr, the winter of winters. Three such winters followed each other with no summers in between. Conflicts and feuds broke out, even between families, and all morality disappeared. The end had begun.
The wolf Skoll finally devoured the sun, and his brother Hati ate the moon, plunging the earth into darkness. The stars vanished from the sky. The cock Fjalar crowed to the giants and the golden cock Gullinkambi crowed to the gods. A third cock rose the dead.
The earth shuddered with earthquakes, and every bond and fetter burst, freeing the terrible wolf Fenrir. The sea reared up because Jormungand, the Midgard Serpent, twisted and writhed in fury as he made his way toward the land. With every breath, Jormungand stained the soil and the sky with his poison. The waves caused by the serpent's emerging set free the ship Naglfar, and with the giant Hymir as their commander, the giants sailed towards the battlefield. From the realm of the dead a second ship set sail, and this ship carried the inhabitants of Niflhelheim, with Loki as their helmsman. The fire giants, led by the giant Surt, left Muspell in the south to join against the gods. Surt, carrying a sword that blazes like the sun itself, scorched the earth.
Meanwhile, Heimdall sounded his horn, calling the sons of Odin and the heroes to the battlefield. From all the corners of the world, gods, giants, dwarves, demons and elves rode towards the huge plain of Vigrid ("battle shaker") where the last battle was fought. Odin engaged Fenrir in battle, and Thor attacked Jormungand. Thor was victorious, but the serpent's poison gradually killed the god of thunder. Surt sook out the swordless Freyr, who quickly succumbed to the giant. The one-handed Tyr fought the monstrous hound Garm and they killed each other. Finally, Loki and Heimdall, age-old enemies, met for a final time. Both fought feircly, and both succumed. The age long battle between Loki and Heimdall ended in a draw. And then for Loki there was only darkness, and pain, and oblivion.
For ages Loki's soul haunted the rubble of the shattered worlds, for ages he knew no peace. Slowly, the life cycle began again. No god, nor giant, nor elf, nor dwarf had survived the end of the nine worlds. But man had survived, and he had become evil and vindictive. Men fought amongst one another; it seemed that all their creative power they put toward creating more efficient ways of killing each other. Loki sensed things he had never dreamed of, machines of all type and design, great steel monsters which took over the face of the world, harnessed by man. Man had turned away from the gods, he had turned away from magic. Science was now the way, and Loki wished that he could end the eternal existence of his tormented soul, for there seemed to be no place left for him. But he was pleasantly surprised. Man became more and and more disenchanted with his newfound power. There was still that primal part of him which craved contact with the divine. Loki was sure to sate this new found hunger. It took not long at all for a great sect to arise amongst men, spurred on by the poisoned thoughts which Loki so subtly forced into their heads and souls. It took not long at all for a great group of men and women to let down their guard, to open their souls to him. They thought he was a friendly spirit, a manifestation of love. They were fools. Through the devouring of their souls and the energy of their anguish Loki managed that which he thought he could not achieve; he returned to the world of the living. He willed himself a body, and forged it from the sundered flesh of his victims. He toiled long and hard, and when he was done, he was whole again. He felt good. For the first time in ages, he felt like a God.
Loki then went out into society. He chose the perverted, the twisted and deviant, the emotionaly crippled, and he gave them power, and hope, and faith. Hundreds became thousands, thousands became hundreds of thousands, and those grew to millions. He spurred them on, captivated them, seduced their feable minds, made them completely reliant on his will, five million in all. Finally, after an age of toil, he went to reclaim what was once rightfuly his. The Children of Loki migrated, north and north and north, until they reached a part of the world the sun did not shine, and winter reigned supreme. There they erected camps, and camps slowly grew into cities. They built factories and refineries, and mined the cold hard Earth for the resources they would need to build and fuel their machines. Several generations passed, and these new followers of Loki became as a nation, with their own language, their own culture, and their own dark faith, all centered around their living mangod, Loki. And in such a way, Loki rebuilt Niflhelheim, and reopened the gates of the universe to his influence and dark desires. Above the main gate to the main harbor of Niflhelheim there is a sign, and it perhaps reflects best the situation at hand;
"Woe to Gods and Men, For Loki Has Returned From the Void".
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The wolf Skoll finally devoured the sun, and his brother Hati ate the moon, plunging the earth into darkness. The stars vanished from the sky. The cock Fjalar crowed to the giants and the golden cock Gullinkambi crowed to the gods. A third cock rose the dead.
The earth shuddered with earthquakes, and every bond and fetter burst, freeing the terrible wolf Fenrir. The sea reared up because Jormungand, the Midgard Serpent, twisted and writhed in fury as he made his way toward the land. With every breath, Jormungand stained the soil and the sky with his poison. The waves caused by the serpent's emerging set free the ship Naglfar, and with the giant Hymir as their commander, the giants sailed towards the battlefield. From the realm of the dead a second ship set sail, and this ship carried the inhabitants of Niflhelheim, with Loki as their helmsman. The fire giants, led by the giant Surt, left Muspell in the south to join against the gods. Surt, carrying a sword that blazes like the sun itself, scorched the earth.
Meanwhile, Heimdall sounded his horn, calling the sons of Odin and the heroes to the battlefield. From all the corners of the world, gods, giants, dwarves, demons and elves rode towards the huge plain of Vigrid ("battle shaker") where the last battle was fought. Odin engaged Fenrir in battle, and Thor attacked Jormungand. Thor was victorious, but the serpent's poison gradually killed the god of thunder. Surt sook out the swordless Freyr, who quickly succumbed to the giant. The one-handed Tyr fought the monstrous hound Garm and they killed each other. Finally, Loki and Heimdall, age-old enemies, met for a final time. Both fought feircly, and both succumed. The age long battle between Loki and Heimdall ended in a draw. And then for Loki there was only darkness, and pain, and oblivion.
For ages Loki's soul haunted the rubble of the shattered worlds, for ages he knew no peace. Slowly, the life cycle began again. No god, nor giant, nor elf, nor dwarf had survived the end of the nine worlds. But man had survived, and he had become evil and vindictive. Men fought amongst one another; it seemed that all their creative power they put toward creating more efficient ways of killing each other. Loki sensed things he had never dreamed of, machines of all type and design, great steel monsters which took over the face of the world, harnessed by man. Man had turned away from the gods, he had turned away from magic. Science was now the way, and Loki wished that he could end the eternal existence of his tormented soul, for there seemed to be no place left for him. But he was pleasantly surprised. Man became more and and more disenchanted with his newfound power. There was still that primal part of him which craved contact with the divine. Loki was sure to sate this new found hunger. It took not long at all for a great sect to arise amongst men, spurred on by the poisoned thoughts which Loki so subtly forced into their heads and souls. It took not long at all for a great group of men and women to let down their guard, to open their souls to him. They thought he was a friendly spirit, a manifestation of love. They were fools. Through the devouring of their souls and the energy of their anguish Loki managed that which he thought he could not achieve; he returned to the world of the living. He willed himself a body, and forged it from the sundered flesh of his victims. He toiled long and hard, and when he was done, he was whole again. He felt good. For the first time in ages, he felt like a God.
Loki then went out into society. He chose the perverted, the twisted and deviant, the emotionaly crippled, and he gave them power, and hope, and faith. Hundreds became thousands, thousands became hundreds of thousands, and those grew to millions. He spurred them on, captivated them, seduced their feable minds, made them completely reliant on his will, five million in all. Finally, after an age of toil, he went to reclaim what was once rightfuly his. The Children of Loki migrated, north and north and north, until they reached a part of the world the sun did not shine, and winter reigned supreme. There they erected camps, and camps slowly grew into cities. They built factories and refineries, and mined the cold hard Earth for the resources they would need to build and fuel their machines. Several generations passed, and these new followers of Loki became as a nation, with their own language, their own culture, and their own dark faith, all centered around their living mangod, Loki. And in such a way, Loki rebuilt Niflhelheim, and reopened the gates of the universe to his influence and dark desires. Above the main gate to the main harbor of Niflhelheim there is a sign, and it perhaps reflects best the situation at hand;
"Woe to Gods and Men, For Loki Has Returned From the Void".
http://www.nationstates.net/images/flags/uploads/niflhelheim.jpg