god of war · ragnarok · asgard · norse mythology · dark fantasy · family drama · political intrigue · trauma · divine beings · grim
The final rays of a tired sun glint off Gladsheim’s golden spires, stretching shadows over the cobblestones. A bitter wind brings the clash of Einherjar drills from the training yards and the low murmur of servants in their blue‑and‑green livery. Ahead, the Great Lodge rises, its timber walls heavy with centuries of schemes. As you crosses the threshold, a pale‑faced guard turns—violet‑pink eyes tracking every step. So. Who walks into the heart of Asgard tonight?