Origin

## **Myrkviðr Origin**

*How the Myrkviðr came to be*

A time before time.

It is said that the Earth had been created by Sol and Mani in their boredom. This Earth was nothing but a blue marble in their palms, a toy to fiddle with and even with this new play thing- they grew bored once more.

Giving no thought to this blue marble, Sol and Mani tossed it away and moved on to create four lesser beings of power to occupy their time. These beings were first Tanngniost, second Dain and the twins Huginn and Munin.

Watching these new lesser beings entertained Sol and Mani finally, but the even lesser beings seemed to grow bored now.

While searching for ways to entertain themselves and Sol and Mani, the four beings came upon this blue marble. Sol and Mani claimed it was no use playing with it, but the four seemed set on using it to their advantage.

Together, they began creating.

Dain created the land masses and the many lush plant species.

Tanngniost created the many Alar from the smallest Herla to the largest Bralki.

Huginn created death, so that populations wouldn’t overwhelm their new lands and The Heilag, allowing their beloved creations to live on in spirit.

Munin created a prison- Niflheim, so that the spirits of their creations that defied them would not infect the spirits of those goodhearted.

The four Deities poured magic into the lands, letting it soak into the ocean and the soil. This ancient magic is found in all things, in all creatures- everything.

While time progressed, so did their creations. Creatures began to recognize the presence of their Deities and pay tribute- especially the Wargs. This tribute allowed the Wargs to win favor over their creators. The four Deities began answering their prayers, blessing them with magics that no other creature could possess.

As long as the Wargs paid tribute, the Gods would favor them and as long as the Gods favored them, they would be blessed with magical abilities like none other.

The Wargs used this magic to their advantage in every way they could think of by building massive stone castles and temples as places of worship, crafted Altars, carved statues into the sides of mountains. The Myrkviðr is what they called their homeland- an Island filled with beauty and magic.

Pleased with their creation, they continued to watch over them.

It wasn’t until a sudden shift raut the birth of an unwanted God, Fenris.

Birthed into the unknown, Fenris had no creations- for he did not have the power to create. Jealous in his lack of magic, it was this jealousy that sparked a new magic within him.. And it would be this magic that would steal the main fours creations by cooing a vision within their dreams.

Foreseeing this, Tanngniost sought out a female Warg of the Wilþijāz and placed in her belly a pup of his own blood.

This pup would bring upon an era of new magical blessings and it alone would rule over the Wargs of the Myrkviðr.

The Wargs of Myrkviðr have split into two packs. The Wilþijāz and the newly founded Flókkr.

The Flókkr have cursed their creators name in a foolish hunger for power, promised to them by the jealous and vengeful Fenris.

The Wilþijāz continue to worship their ancient creators, knowing that it is thanks to them that live, and it will be thanks to them that they reach Godhood before the Flókkr traitors.