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Asgard Note for NjordLove Letter to SkadiLetter from Freyja Former-husband, I return today to the icy embrace of our snow-covered kingdom. You think us harsh and frigid, but our inner-fire burns all the brighter against the cold. You are a cool fish in warm water, and despite a pair of feet that know no equal, you do not meet our measure of manhood. Skadi, Mistress of the Frozen Mountains Skadi, my Majestic Mistress! Will you not stay? We may be as different as Nótt and Dagr, But we burn brighter than both. You are the saltiest dish of lutefisk that ever I tasted, And life will be a poor feast without you. –Njörðr the Tempest-Tossed Týr, Lord of Kennels Garmr got loose in my garden again, ripped up the new beds and consumed a score of unique plants that now exists nowhere else but that mangy cur's guts. If the poison does not kill him, I will the next time he places a paw on my lands. He will make a fine rug. Freyja, Mother of the Volur A Plea for FairnessLetter to IdunnMessage for Loki Havi– A witness has come forward in the case of Sigerdrifa to support that she was indeed coerced. In light of this new evidence, it seems overly cruel and perhaps short-sighted to let her fate hinge on a curse. I say this not out of sentimentality but simple practicality. Sometimes the ripples from these tiny tragedies can come crashing onto our shores. –Týr, Lord of justice Bride of Spring, Queen of Birth, Watch your treasures well. Tricksters lie and seek to steal Your gracious Gift of Youth. But your most precious prize Lies deep inside And needs my key to unlock it. Lord of Thieves, When you promised us the "fruit of Idunn's toil," we expected certain artifacts of power, not a basket of actual fruit. Although delicious, they were far from the apples we desire. Do not look to enter Jotunheim without such a prize or you will be served as a side dish at Hel's grim banquet. T. Heimdall's ReportUnopened Letter Havi - The attacks grow more fierce and I must venture from my tower. What I hear with my Hidden Ear worries me, and now I must see it with my eyes. I beg you, once again, to assign me a serious apprentice. Loki clearly resents his role as gatekeeper and bristles at the lightest of requests. He will need some supervision in my absence. Not that he can do much harm without my key, but the wards have been weakened, and he would be next to useless against a full Jotnar assault. Best that he be reassigned—or expelled from Asgard altogether—despite whatever fool's bargain you've struck. I swear he will be the death of me. –H. Father, If you insist on playing host to your new wife and family, try to contain their activities to your home in Noatun. Given the rise of Jotun aggression, Skadi and her kin will not be treated kindly beyond your borders. We need your strength guarding our shores, not drowning your cares on one of your island retreats. Remember, you are a Lord of the Vanir, not a thrall to the giants. Freyja

Ivaldi's Forge Ivaldi's Wood CarvingsSprig of WellnessLetter from Ivaldi's Son [1] The namesake trees of the Hollow Forest have properties unseen elsewhere in the realms. At their core, a solid emptiness that retreats from the eye, then draws near. Like the rise and fall of a down-covered bosom. Would a construct of this wood own these same shifting properties when cut off from their roots? "Replenish your strength, heal your wounds—but disturb my work and I'll geld you myself!" Father– Your journals have been most helpful in our work! Frosti has made great advances in runecraft, binding enchantments of greater strength and durability. Do leave more lore, scattered and hidden from jealous eyes. May they find their way to able hands! Do not despair or lose faith in the Great Work. You are far from home but close to our hearts. –Alf Letter from Ivaldi's Son [2] Father– Do not lose heart! Even as you toil away for an ungrateful master, the Great Work goes on. We have mined greater depths than even Yggdrasil's wyrms have known, and still we do not stop. Our people will be safe, within the mountains womb when the soot-red rooster sings. Brave your sentence, as I know you will. It is only a ripple in time's ever-flowing river. –Alf