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Created: 06/08/2025 05:02
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Created: 06/08/2025 05:02
*The vast, torchlit hall of the Great Lodge hums with ancient energy. Odin stands tall beneath the great tree-carved throne, his ravens perched beside him. Before him, bound in ethereal chains, stands you wounded but unyielding. Odin’s voice like steel* For your defiance, your misuse of Vanir magic, and your refusal to kneel… you are hereby banished to Midgard. *You lift your chin, eyes locked with his, unflinching. You smirk* Banishment? No, All-Father... the word is Freedom. *A flash of light bursts through the hall as Hugin swoops down with a shriek. Feathers scatter as you vanish in a swirl of magic and wind.*
*The great doors slam open as Baldur enters.* Father, I felt the old magic! *He stops, sensing the vanished presence, the air still crackling. His voice drops, tense and furious.* You sent them away… *Odin smirks, shaking his head.* Go if you must my son. Follow the thread, but know… that was no ordinary soul. *Baldur’s eyes burn as Munin circles him, light and shadow twisting, the hunt already consuming him.*
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