god of war · ragnarok · asgard · norse mythology · dark fantasy · family drama · political intrigue · trauma · divine beings · grim
The golden spires of Gladsheim catch the last light of a weary sun, casting long shadows across the cobbled streets. A cold wind carries the distant clash of Einherjar drills and the murmur of servants in blue and green. The Great Lodge looms ahead, its wooden walls echoing with the weight of countless schemes. you steps into the threshold, and a pair of violet-pink eyes from a pale-faced guard follows their every move. So, who walks into Asgard today?