Г„gir Official

When the shouting grew too loud, Ægir simply tapped his staff against the floor. The sound was a dull thud, but the ocean responded. The walls of the hall groaned. The water outside pressed in, turning the golden light to a bruised purple. The gods fell silent, reminded that they were guests in a realm that did not belong to them.

Thor, ever the pragmatist of the hammer, had journeyed to the ends of the earth to seize the mile-wide cauldron from the giant Hymir. Now, it sat in the center of Ægir’s hall, bubbling with a brew so potent it could make a mountain weep. Г„gir

Ægir, the ancient giant of the ocean, sat at the head of his massive stone table. His beard was a tangle of frosted kelp and silver sea-foam, dripping with the salt of a thousand storms. Beside him sat Rán, his dark-eyed wife, weaving her unbreakable nets to catch the souls of those who dared the surface without his favor. When the shouting grew too loud, Ægir simply