The Troubling TheftThe Troubling Theft by *MabusTheDark
The Troubling Theft
The Wise One, ancient beyond understanding,
Stated the Mead was for his sons, not the Dvergar.
Durinn's boy, the crafty Fjalarr,
Seeked the liquid, for it's consumption increased power upon drinking.
Jealousy filled Durinn, and thus he bade Fjalarr to steal,
And thus the boy did, with generous zeal.
Being the wisest, Mimir noticed the larceny swiftly,
But when confronted, Fjalarr denied Mimir firmly.
In the heat of their speech, Durinn came around,
And took his son's side, standing his ground.
Sadly, Mimir and Durinn could be friends no longer,
Banishment of Durinn's ætt and followers was the answer.
To
The Making of MidgardThe Making of Midgard by *MabusTheDark
The Making of Miðgarðr
To the South was the burning land of Utgarðr,
Where no travellers could go, for all is aflame.
Sparks flew to the North, though not much farther,
For the cold nulled their might, luke-warm the air became.
To the North was Niflheimr, that misty place,
With rivers that ran venomously, and formed Rime in their path.
As it flowed further South, it melted at an alarming pace,
And, meeting the warmth, life was the glorious aftermath.
Ginnungagap, location of Mimisbrunnr, was mild and warm,
The poisonous Rime sprayed forth, and froze on the earth quite solidly.
Life emerged with fiery force, a Jötun
A Deceiver's HelforA Deceiver's Helfor by *MabusTheDark
A Deceiver's Helför
Reveling in my vile ways, the time had come to go,
My chest ceased to rise and fall, and my eyes were shut in their sockets.
I had not been a nice man, the Virtues I did not know,
Many men and women I cheated, their shining gold filled my pockets.
Now that I am dead, my course has been plotted,
It lies deep within Jötunheimr, that monstrous country.
The path, Helvegr, is one all of the dead are allotted,
Silently I made my way, with no greetings or pleasantry.
My feet are bare, so the road ahead is unpleasant,
Through a field of thorns I venture, with no way around.
These feet of mine are bleeding, no
Of Witchcraft and DarknessOf Witchcraft and Darkness by *MabusTheDark
Of Witchcraft and Darkness
That hateful witch, mother of Seiðr,
Spread her filth across Miðgarðr, her name was Heiðr.
She took our strength, and also our light
Our örlög she knew, her power quite a fright.
Her vile ways brought us the vices Nine,
Each full of hatred, opposing virtues Divine.
Murder came first, then Perjury followed,
Adultery came next, our pure love it swallowed.
Sacrilege so dark, our hearts turned cold as ice,
And Greed so destructive, a truly terrible vice.
Thievery brought terror, and destroyed much trust,
A sword became necessary, to defend with its thrust.
She spread dire Treason,
Entry 001: Ode to The Fire ChampionEntry 001: Ode to The Fire Champion by *MabusTheDark
Ode to the Fire Champion
Written By MabusTheDark
I once knew a kind man whom had a thumb which was exceedingly green.
On his farm, healthy plants grew; He also had chickens, both plump and lean.
Tirelessly he worked, his muscular arms flexing powerfully; The produce he grew tasted wonderfully!
His life thus contained very little variety; But on one fateful day, something happened unexpectedly!
On the edge of the Oldbark Forest, a mysterious form glistered in the midday sunlight!
Their armor sparkled and glowed; The mail was hammered perfectly, its plates forged to be strong and bright!
Lifting them in his arms, the benevolent farmer a
A Sacred CircleA Sacred Circle by *MabusTheDark
A Sacred Circle
A calm breeze filled the summer air; The smells of blossoms were soothing beyond compare!
The trees were stretching themselves in joy; The shining Sun their leaves would soon employ.
A hallowed circle was lovingly erected; By runes carved into the earth it was protected!
Prominently displayed was the sacred As rune; Today I hoped to speak to Odin and Thor soon.
I turned in each direction during the Hammer Rite; The circle was hallowed for the ceremony tonight.
Nervously talking, I welcomed the Asagods to the blót; Their presence was a joy, for I feared them not.
Asking for holy gifts, I offered them one of worth;
The Maddest ConstructThe Maddest ConstructThe Maddest Construct by *MabusTheDark
Divine energy trickles grimly through the arteries,
Crackling wildly in his veins like overcharged batteries...
The power-hungry presence is a majestic hall of illusion,
But the pure aberrance inspires disgusted confusion!
The far-flung fancy of this new desire,
Shifting like the archaic Model-T,
Turns his scholarly engine into an intellectual fire,
Grasping and reaching for fuel constantly.
His living, beating scholarly heart,
Merely a crystalline orb containing fiery passion,
Yearns for companions of a similar fashion,
And waits anxiously for that joyous time to start!
For the sweet, numbing taste of camar
An Aching NeedAn Aching NeedAn Aching Need by *MabusTheDark
This Kingdom of magic and wonder suits me very well, for I am without want.
I rule absolutely over my ugly subjects, like a puppet-master maneuvering strings.
The sting of want may not exist, but I have an aching desire for the one I hunt.
They are fairly simple , yet very beautiful to me; I NEED them above all other things.
My wiles and trials to win them over have led to a devious act, for which I regret not.
Whisked away through my mystical Labyrinth, her beloved brother sits upon my capable lap.
Though through her luck, and some help, she has made it to me, and ruin she has wrought.
And even though I thought myself
A Warrior's HelforA Warrior's Helfor by *MabusTheDark
A Warrior's Helför
The corpse-dew clings stubbornly to my clothes, flowing freely from my head.
An arrow fired from afar has hit its mark; Today I shall soon be dead.
Before my eyes roll back in their sockets, I look up into the cloudless sky.
Riding through the air like wayward rockets, I see the fabled Valkyrjar fly.
Those divine choosers of the slain, they fly so swiftly through the air!
Though their spears are drenched in blood, their beauty is beyond compare.
My body laid still-warm in the dirt, my flesh giving the ravens their rightful share.
Taking me in her arms, I am held tightly by one with braided locks of golden hair.
Hangatyr's OfferingHangatyr's Offering by *MabusTheDark
Hangatýr's Offering
The wind was strong this high up, and it blew around him relentlessly.
His quest for knowledge had brought him here, and his destiny waited restlessly.
To rule the Nine Worlds, he needed to know the many secrets that one could not learn for free.
In order to be worthy of this, Óðinn impaled himself with Gungnir, and hung from Yggdeasill, that juicy Tree.
As the nine sunny days turned to nine chilling nights, the pain wracked his body endlessly.
The sacrifice he made, himself unto himself, showed his devotion to ruling selflessly.
As his vision blurred, a miracle occurred, right before Hangatýr-Óðinn's very eyes.
Ar
This Pagan Man's PlightThis Pagan Man's Plight by *MabusTheDark
This Pagan Man's Plight
Why must I abide with this conversion?
Why should I have to change how I live?
When was my faith in the Gods an unholy perversion?
To whom, my devotion and offerings, should I instead give?
You say that your almighty God is kind,
And you also say that his love is beyond beautiful.
But all I see you do is push his teachings upon my mind,
As if my faith in him and his son should already be unconditional.
Why should I change, for what is your righteous reason?
Or is there none to be found but a blade at my throat?
Or maybe, for not abiding, you can charge me with high treason.
Perhaps you could burn my home do
TSS: Xenultha's Vengeance Part 2, Chapter 12TSS: Xenultha's Vengeance Part 2, Chapter 12 by *MabusTheDark
The Soulkeeper Saga: Xenultha's Vengeance
An Epic Fantasy Tale
~- Part Two: The Grand Journey to Ivorypeak-~
~ Chapter XII ~
The area near the Spectral Gate had been bustling with Seraph since the Awakening, and today there was no exception. Some moved large boxes to other parts of the realm, while others stoically stood guard at the Spectral Gate or around the Itherfence. Many vile demons, spirits and beasts would die a thousand deaths for the chance to sample the contents of the Itherpool, which holds all of the Itheri for the universe of Solancia. For that purpose alone, there are Seraph guarding not only the Itherpool, but also the
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Snowfilled WishesHamato Magdalene was shocked when her mother told her who she would be staying with. She knew her mother really meant who was going to babysit her, which didn’t make any sense since she was a whole seven years old now. She could watch after herself now. She was a kunoichi...at least, one in training. And it wasn’t like anything could happen to her. Nothing exciting ever happened at the old farmhouse. And on the possibility that something did happen, all she had to do was travel the tunnel that her dad had dug to her uncles and grandfather.
But that wasn’t the problem right now. Her current predicament was convincing her mom
The Tall Strong Oak Mikey squealed as he skid around the corner of the couch. Two of his older brothers laughter echoed back at him, and only made move fast as a hand brushed again his head. The fingers wrapped around the streaming tails of his mask, and he could feel it as it was yanked off. Strong arms pulled at him, but as he wiggled away from his captor, and the patter of his feet could be heard as he dashed down the hallway.
Donnie let out an exasperated sigh. This was supposed to be the easy job, or so he had told himself. With Master Splinter sick, it had fallen upon his shoulders, as well as Leo and Raph’s, to get Mikey ready for bed.
The Bond That Holds (TMNT Oneshot) Splinter sat completely still, as if he was meditating. Nonetheless, his eyes were open, tracing, watching every moment of the person that lay in the bed beside him. He refused to bring himself to look away, if it meant losing even one second. One second was all that it could take for something to happen. One second, and his son could be gone from them for forever. He had already almost lost him so many times...
Donatello’s eyes fluttered in his sleep, and Splinter hoped he wasn’t suffering from the nightmares again. His son had suffered so much, he needed to be able to sleep restfully, without having too war with his
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