The Nine Worlds: Muspellheimr

Darkness blankets the land in a cloud of ash and smoke,
a mountain of fire burns in the distance.
Fiendish cries of black winged beast beat against the howling winds.
The great enemy of the Gods sits on a fiery throne; a great sword of
fire steel grasped in his hands.
None but those born of this place dwell here,
great spheres of fire rain constantly for it's blacken skies.
This is one of the Nine Worlds, this is Muspellheim-land of the fire giant Surtr;
enemy of Asgard.

The Nine Worlds: Asgard

Asgard

Upon a golden sea of wheat and waves of green grass, lay a kingdom so vast and great that none but the Gods dwell there. The Sun's bright ring, the sky's rich curtain of blue crowned with the jeweled sparks of Muspell serves as it's tapestry. This kingdom is called Asgard, home of the Aesir.

The chief of the Gods, Odinn, sits with his wife Frigg on his mighty throne in his hall called Hliðskjálf looking out into the nine worlds. With the help of Huginn And Muninn, news of the doings of all the nine worlds is known to him; and in the evening he meditates on the events of the day.

For the preparation of the great war, the twilight of the Gods- Ragnarök; Odinn made a great hall for brave warriors who died in battle- The Einherjar which means bold warrior. He called this hall Valhalla or Hall of the slain. Each day the Einherjar would go out onto the field and battle to the death; practicing for the final battle. At night the warriors who fell were resurrected and all the Einherjar would feast on Sæhrímnir- a great boar who's flanks would regenerate each day to be eaten yet again. They drank the mead of Heiðrún which was bore by the Valkyrie-choosers of the slain.

In Asgard there is another hall named Fólkvangr, and the lady Freyja rules over it. Rich and plentiful are it's fields, sweet is the wine that flows from the wine vessels. The lady Freyja gains half of the Einherjar and Odinn gains the other half.

Thor, mighty son of Odinn rules in the great hall of Thrudheimr- the hall of Strength and Power. Thunder sings its mighty song across it's plains, and lightning dances across it's skies. Thor sits on his throne with his wife Sif-lady of the golden fields.

Ever vigilant is the God Heimdallr, warden of the Bifrost road. Himinbjorg is his hall.

Asgard is one of the nine worlds and the land of The Aesir, Gods of the Norse.

Upon the North wind rides two terrible twins.
Seekers of hidden knowledge the two fly from frosty peaks into the nine worlds.
The secrets of all things living and dead are uncovered by the two, black are their feathery flanks.
At evening the perch on the shoulders of an old man, sharing the secrets of their findings.
Drinking from a horn full of mead, the old one meditates on the days events as Ragnarök approaches.

Pierced by many arrows Ragnar stand upon a heap of corpses, a mighty gift for his God Ásagrimmr.
Alone on the battlefield with his nemesis, he runs in for the kill.
Death is a guarantee for him, yet he has unfinished business.
His foe's eyes burn with a fire that matches the pits of Muspelheimr.
The clanging of steel rings out into the darkness, and Ragnar's foe drops to the ground;
his head falling separate from his body.
A smile plays on the lifeless head of the fell man's face as Ragnar falls to his death;
a grievous wound struck to him.
The last thing he sees is a winged woman of surpassing beauty kneeling beside him.

Stirring from his meditation, the old man looks up as the great door to his hall abruptly opens.
A red mane woman, clad in bright mail enters; a stout bloody man at her flanks.
"This is Ragnar, the warrior you sent me for" she said with a voice like the sounds of stirring winds and running streams.
He paid no heed to the warrior, nor the Valkyrie, for he saw the a sign of troubled times;
a sign he had feared to see.
The first snow had began to fall on Asgard, and the month was June.