Outside the mansion, a large brown and white hawk perches on a tree branch, looking around with mad eyes, eyes that looked like a flame burned orange behind them. This wasn't where he meant to land, he's certain, but he can't sort out just where he is. Even trying to is difficult. He doesn't like some of the presences that he's sure lurk in the ( Read more... )

The weather’s getting warmer, spring is blossoming into summer, and from over the lake comes a ship, a vast, golden ship that is entirely self-propelled. It stops by the shore and a man leaps down-a god, of the race of the Vanir. He says a word and in seconds the ship folds itself again and again, until it is only a small flat square in his hand, ( Read more... )

One end of the lake is shrouded in mist this morning. Not so unusual. What is unusual, however, is the ship that sails out of the mist. The mist departs, pierced by the early spring light, and so does the magic that brought it here, the ship, Hringhorni, is brought to a halt and a rope ladder is thrown over one side, followed by what appears to be ( Read more... )

An almost abnormally large raven fluttered to the branch of a tree. Hugnin was his name - he preened himself a bit, settling on the branch, until he was joined by his brother Munnin ( Read more... )

Denis is standing around the main room, glancing at any passers-by expectantly as if he wants to say something. To anyone who looks like they may be listening he starts talking about Wednesday, otherwise known as Odin, and about sacrifices and charms; the Vikings and more sacrifices - telling Wednesday's story as he had been instructed.

The best sort of sacrifice is a young man, under the age of twenty preferably, virile, lean, strong, beautiful and godless ( Read more... )

Jackrabbit had met Wednesday purely by accident, introduced himself, became charmed and then realized that he had been told Wednesday = bad news ( Read more... )

Entering the Mansion is a man that looks, at first glance, like an old (and even perhaps helpless) man, though don't let that trick you. Theres a glint in his eye - his real one, at least - he looks suspicious. He's caught off guard, and to compensate, he takes in his surroundings quickly in an opportunity to find out exactly what has happened to ( Read more... )

A man enters. He's above average height, young, wearing a red and black leather jacket, and quite devastatingly handsome. At least, he looks like himself, and that's startlingly attractive, even if it might not be "handsome". He looks around and clears his throat.

I'm Spider, the new guy here, and you all really, really like me.

He looks a ( Read more... )

This is definitely the weirdest fucking wrong turn I've ever taken, and I've been hitchhiking for years.

I'm guessing that good directions out of here don't exist, because I was really careful on how I got in here, and it takes talent to get that lost. I'll probably get out eventually, but in the meantime, I'll be sociable-- you're probably all ( Read more... )